Because as soon as he sees this student, he will have a psychological fear of the pair, he doesn't want to lose face in front of this student, and he doesn't want to discredit the honor he has won so hard, so as long as this student appears, he tries not to fart indiscriminately.

Smiling awkwardly in the direction of Ye Zirong's seat, He Boming slowly relaxed and began to prepare to recite poetry.

After clearing his throat, Mr. He's arm suddenly raised forward, tilted his head sideways, squinted his eyes slightly, and recited a modern poem that he had taken a week to prepare in a low voice:

Today, this battlefield has finally arrived

I'm going to go from here to the far side of victory

My dreams are beating at my heart all the time

Tell me success is ahead

I have a chest as wide as the sky

All the ups and downs that have been experienced have turned into strength

I have no regrets about my youth

My ideals will start from here

Break through all the bindings

Crazy for the sake of the goal

Because I'm still fighting on this battlefield

I'm going to make the world applaud me

......

"Students, the teacher also made this poem for everyone on a whim, what do you think?" After reading the poem, He Boming withdrew his arm that danced like a great man when he gave a speech in front of the crowd, and then waved up and down wildly, looked at every student in the class, and asked with great interest.

"Good!"

"Teacher He deserves to be a talent!"

"Head teacher, we will definitely get good results on this young battlefield!"

"Chinese teacher, you are amazing!"

"Director He, we love you!"

"He Boming's poems are awesome!"

......

He Boming was immersed in the endless praise of the whole class, with a smile on his face that he didn't know how good, as if he had received a certificate and bonus from a national outstanding teacher, and he was so stunned that he almost wanted to go to heaven.

However, his face immediately became ugly, because the words of a classmate just now caused his sensitive nerves to be seriously stimulated.

"Awesome? Which classmate said this? Stand up for me!"

He Boming was angry for no reason, obviously not because the word "" made him unhappy, because although the word "" has some inferior and fierce flavor, but in the end it still means to praise people, and He Boming, who loves vanity, should be happy.

Obviously, someone took the liberty of calling him by his first name, which angered Director He, who valued power and fame more than anything else, because this was what he had pursued all his life.

He Boming looked at a few suspicious male classmates in the classroom for a long time, and he couldn't see that it was that stinky cub who dared to have such a kind, so he retracted the anger on his face, and said angrily: "Since you are a student, you have to be civilized and polite." Is the word a student should say?"

At this time, everyone found that a tall boy suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom, and the boy did not have a trace of expression on his face, but a pair of eyes were like two knives, killing He Boming all the time.

"Classmate Huang Zhiqiang, is that you?" The boy standing at the door of the classroom was Huang Zhiqiang, and the first time he saw him, He Boming was startled.

After several days of meticulous investigation and all-round evidence collection, the evidence of Huang Zhiqiang's father, Huang Benfa, for embezzlement and bribery, abuse of power, and deliberate wounding of others, is conclusive, and he will soon be handed over to the judicial organs.

In other words, Huang Laoxie has to sit through the prison for the rest of his life, and it also shows that the Huang family, who has been flying in Haicheng District for more than ten years, has completely withered.

However, what made He Boming feel unbelievable was that the son-in-law of the Huang family still had some intention of not changing, could it be that the heirs of the Huang family were making the last desperate bet?

The results of driving people to a dead end are often terrible.

He Boming, who was still shouting loudly just now, immediately became honest, pretending to look pitiful as an old Mai Long Zhong, looking at this former second ancestor with blank eyes, not knowing what to say.

"Teacher He, I didn't expect it to be me, right?" Huang Zhiqiang's tone became a lot stiffer, he didn't have any expression on his face, and he spoke very calmly.

Such an attitude made He Boming and several classmates sitting in the first row suddenly feel a trace of terror.

Huang Zhiqiang is just a student, and his style of acting is far beyond the city government that he should have at his age, and I think he already has a terrible premeditation in his heart.

He Boming's right hand slowly put it on the lectern, trembled a few times, picked up the glass, handed it to the corner of his mouth and fed it indiscriminately, wiped his chin with his left hand, and said: "Classmate Zhiqiang, it's good to come to school, go back to the classroom for self-study! When the college entrance examination is over, the teacher will invite you to dinner." ”

Huang Zhiqiang smiled coldly and said, "Teacher He is polite, but I didn't come to school today to attend class!"

"How can you not go to class? Zhiqiang, I have already inquired with your homeroom teacher, and according to your grades, there should be no problem in taking the second exam, ah! Hurry back to the classroom and go to class, listen to the teacher's words. He Boming persuaded him bitterly, but in his heart, he couldn't wait for this bastard who couldn't support the wall in the mud to get out of the way.

As if he hadn't heard anything, Huang Zhiqiang stepped into the classroom and said to He Boming, "Teacher He, are you going to send me away?"

"How is that possible? I want you to get into a good university. ”

"Teacher He, you don't have to be sloppy with me, I came today to find you something. Walking to He Boming's side, Huang Zhiqiang's tone suddenly became very heavy.

"If there is anything, you just say it, and the teacher who can help will definitely help. He Boming looked at this terrible boy with a smile.

"You can help with this. Huang Zhiqiang took He Boming's hand and responded with a smile.

"What's the matter?" He Boming's hand suddenly broke away from Huang Zhiqiang's hand, his body seemed to have the ability to think, he could distinguish the evil and the sinister, and then reacted naturally.

Huang Zhiqiang looked at He Boming's already trembling thighs, moved his body, sat on the chair behind the lectern, and a pair of Erlang's legs suddenly tilted to the podium, rolled his eyes, and said slyly: "When my father was in power, you often invited him to dinner, right? Now my father is not in the seat, so I specially came over and invited Teacher He once to express my thoughts." ”

"This, this one is not needed. When He Boming heard this, he panicked and hurriedly excused himself.

"Etiquette is still exchanged! Teacher He doesn't have to refuse!" Huang Zhiqiang's tone was very firm, and it had the taste of a bully making a bow.