"What age is this kid, get up, get up, and kowtow? Get up!" Mr. Tang, the head teacher, hurriedly bent down and stretched out his hands, ready to help Fang Tian up.

This out-of-town student Fang Tian is the top student in their class. No! 1st place. No, it was the first in the whole school in this class.

The director of the school also stood aside, and when he saw Fang Tian kowtowing to him, he felt that it was inappropriate.

After all, this is a police station, and students kowtow to teachers, which is a bit nondescript, isn't it? What age is it? If this thing gets out, people won't say that there is a problem with your school's education?

If there is no problem in education, how can there be such a strange student in your school? This is a problem in the moral education of our No. 8 Middle School! As the vice principal and director of education of the school, I have to bear all the responsibility.

The teenager Fang Tian has been worried: he will not have the face to see the teachers and school leaders after he goes back. As a result, the school not only did not blame him, but also deeply blamed itself for believing that there was something wrong with their moral education.

"I'll go to Nima Land!"

At this moment, the young Fang Tian's father, Fang Bin, restrained his previous worries, walked over quickly, and kicked his son over!

"Hey, old Fang, old Fang, you, what are you doing, you can't beat people!" Director Wei, the head teacher of the eighth middle school, hurriedly stepped forward and pushed Fang Bin away.

"Why did I raise him such a son of the current world, shame!" Fang Bin was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked his son a few more times.

"Lao Fang! Lao Fang! You can't blame classmate Fang Tian! Don't blame him! As his class teacher, I have to take full responsibility! It's my class teacher who has failed to do a good job in moral education! It's my dereliction of duty!"

Mr. Tang, the head teacher, blamed himself and stopped in the middle. Then, he stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Tian up.

"Dad!Son!Woowoo......"

Fang Tian's mother saw that his father was angry, and she was so anxious that she cried. Hurry up and pounce on your son to protect him.

Then, he reproached: "Son, you want to tell your mother that you want to have 8 mobile phones! Our family is poor, but we can still get 8,000 yuan and 10,000 yuan! You? You can't? You're so confused! Don't blame your father! I want to beat you too! Woo woo woo ......."

As he spoke, he also raised his hands and made a gesture to hit someone. But in the end, he was still not willing to fight.

"Mom, I was wrong! Mom!" Fang Tian said, breaking free from Teacher Tang and kneeling down towards his mother. Then, bow your head, and sincerely admit your mistake.

"Well, good!" The head teacher, Mr. Tang, did not help him again, but stood aside and took the opportunity to enlighten him: "If you know your mistakes, you will change them, not to make a show, but to know your mistakes from your heart! The prodigal son will not change his money! Okay! The teacher will also forgive you! The teacher also admits his mistakes and has not done a good job in moral education."

Yes, I listened to the reactions of my classmates: Someone spread the word about selling 1 kidney and buying Pingguo mobile phones on the black market in our No. 8 Middle School, and I, as the head teacher, failed to stop and explain it in time, and this was my dereliction of duty! I wanted to make a profound review to the leaders! I apologized to the parents of the students......

"Where, Teacher Tang!" Fang Tian's mother stopped crying and took the responsibility on herself. "It's all my fault! I protect him in everything, that's why this kind of thing happened! It has nothing to do with the school! It's me who is not good! I let his dad take care of it, and I don't care about it in the future, let his dad take care of ......it."

"Alright! Alright! Quiet! Quiet......"

At this time, a policeman came up and said to everyone: "Don't blame yourself! So let's do it! Everyone is responsible! Okay! We, the policemen, are also responsible! This shows that we have not done our proper work in the area of public order and have allowed criminals to take advantage of loopholes!

Let's go back! Let's go back! When something so big happened, there were reporters coming to cover it right away. If you want not to be exposed by the reporters, you should go back first! Think about the cause and effect of this incident, and whose responsibility is it? Then! Face the reporters' interviews.

Since such an incident has occurred, all of us cannot avoid it, and we have to face society and public opinion! Go back! Go back!"

Under the persuasion of the police, everyone came out of the police station.

Fang Tian's father, Fang Bin, lost his temper, and under the persuasion of Lao Wei, the school's teaching director, he just forgot about the soup. Although he is very strict with his son's education, he is still measured and never unreasonable. In his family, he is still very democratic. Otherwise, his family wouldn't be able to cultivate a person with an aura value of 10.

A savage and unreasonable family will only raise people with 10 mana. If a person with a mana value of 10 can't fall into the demon path when he grows up, he will definitely be able to go to prison.

A person with an aura value of 10, if he can't cultivate immortals, will definitely be a scientist or a learned person or an accomplished person in the future.

A person with aura value, if he or she can't meet an immortal to teach immortal arts, he (she) can only be a mortal. That's it: either you become an immortal, or you become a demon, or you die and become a ghost!

When mortals die, they become ghosts!

This world is divided into four realms: the Immortal Dao, the Demon Dao, the Ghost Dao, and the Humane Dao.

"Fang Tian!you?" When he came to the car, Uncle Zhang opened the door and said reproachfully: "If you want to change your mobile phone, why don't you tell Uncle I? Uncle has no money, so it won't be a problem to give you a Guo 8!"

"I'm sorry! Uncle Zhang! I was wrong!" Fang Tian lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Uncle Zhang! That is, the superior leader of his parents and the manager of the decoration company.

Uncle Zhang didn't go inside, he had something to do outside to make a phone call. As the CEO of a renovation company, the business is very busy. However, when I learned that something had happened to him, I still drove his father and mother here to wait for news from him.

Fang Tian's father was a mason, because of the high level of floor tiles and wall tiles, he was bought out by Uncle Zhang's company at a high price, and he worked exclusively for his decoration company.

Fang Tian's mother followed behind his father, and the two of them had the kind of relationship between husband and wife.

"Where's the phone?" Fang Tian's mother asked suddenly.

Fang Tian reached out and touched his pocket, only to find that the gold medal old machine was gone.

When he left yesterday, he only brought his mobile phone and his schoolbag with him, and left it in the school classroom.

"Mobile phone, mobile phone may have been taken away by them!" Fang Tian said dejectedly.

"You lost your phone?" When Fang Tian's mother heard this, she was so distressed that she wanted to have a seizure on the spot.

"It's good that I didn't lose my life!" said Dad coldly.

When Fang Tian heard this, he was ashamed of himself.

"Give!" Zhang Bo took out a Pingguo 6 from his pocket and handed it to Fang Tian.

"Download the phone number above and send it to my old mobile phone number, this mobile phone Uncle Zhang gave it to you!"

"Don't! Don't! Uncle Zhang!" Fang Tian stepped back, not accepting.

"Old?"

"No! no!"

"Then it's going to be!"

"I, me?" Fang Tian whispered, "I don't care, but when the time comes, my classmates will say that I am using an old mobile phone......

"You?" Zhang Bo scolded angrily: "What kind of atmosphere do you have in the eighth middle school? This kind of atmosphere of comparison will not be stopped! In the future, there will be people who will sell 1 kidney! This ?......"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Director Wei, the head teacher of the eighth middle school, who was about to get in the car and leave, walked over, clasped his fist at Zhang Bo and said, "Our eighth middle school, there will definitely be no such phenomenon again!

"Alas!" Zhang Bo saw that it was Director Wei, and hurriedly sighed: "I can't blame you for the Eighth Middle School, it's the atmosphere of this society that is bad......!

"This is a dereliction of duty in social education! This is a lack of moral education! We, as educators, are responsible! This is a dereliction of duty!"