As soon as he saw Ah Dao and the others hiding behind the big tree, he couldn't wait to say: "Brother Dao, are you ready? There is still one class to be out of school, and I will show you which one it is when the time comes." ”

Ah Dao straightened his hair and smiled freely: "Don't worry, I've already done it for you." ”

"Wouldn't it, would it be so fast?" Zhong Bai asked, and when he remembered Lao Liao's dark eyes, he suddenly realized: "You guys have just beaten him?"

Ah Dao is also generally inexplicable, but he wants Brother Bing to say that he will solve it in person, so he must not be wrong, so he said in a tone of voice: "Yes, yes, he has been repaired fiercely." I'm guaranteed to help you get out of the gas. ”

Zhong Bai felt even more mysterious: "Then how did you recognize our head teacher?"

"This ......" Ah Dao had to make up the lie: "Just now there was a person sneaking around here, we asked him if he recognized the second class teacher of the second year, and he said that I am, and then we did it." ”

"Oh!" No wonder Mr. Liao was embarrassed, it turned out that he was beaten, thinking of this, Zhong Bai felt very happy and enjoyed, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao, thank you very much." Hey, why is there so much blood? Ah, that man is injured, does it matter?"

"Nonsense, he accidentally stabbed himself with a knife. Did you get the money?" Ah Dao tried to hide his defeat as lightly as possible.

"Bring it, a thousand yuan, count it for Brother Xiaojingdao, you go to drink at night. Zhong Bai ordered a thousand yuan and looked at him flatteringly.

"It's only a thousand yuan? What the hell are you telling Hanako to send away?" Ah Dao couldn't help but dig into his pocket, and the remaining hundreds of dollars of change were all put into his pocket.

"Brother Dao?" Zhong Bai didn't dare to resist and let him take his wallet away.

"Damn, help you fight for a thousand yuan? You don't have to think about how fast prices are rising now? Lao Tzu only eats pork a week, be conscious, take out all your other things, keep the key for yourself, don't take it, I just need something valuable." Ah Dao learned from Liao Xuebing to loot him, and said, "Leave three yuan for the air-conditioned bus fare, and you can go back." ”

Zhong Bai wanted to cry without tears: "Where is my pocket money for half a month, and the latest mobile phone ......"

The time for the third class was approaching, and Liao Xuebing followed the class teachers to the conference room for a meeting.

In the most luxurious building in the middle, when I stepped into the elevator, I didn't realize that Qiu Daqi was also inside. The two looked at each other for a moment, and fierce sparks collided.

Liao Xuebing had a plan in his heart and said in a low voice: "Director Qiu, I didn't expect you to be so vicious, trick me outside the school, and let the gangsters beat me." What kind of hatred do you have for me, and you want to fix me like this?" At this time, in addition to the two of them, there were Jiang Feng and Song Yuhao in the elevator, everyone could hear it clearly, and their faces changed.

Qiu Daqi saw his bruised eyes, and said in amazement: "Those gangsters ......" He was really stunned for a moment, and what he wanted to say was: "Didn't you call those gangsters?" But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liao Xuebing: "Yes, you called the gangsters to beat me, but I didn't expect Director Qiu to have anything to do with the underworld." The last time I told the principal that he got me into the second class of the second year, he deliberately targeted me, right?"

Through the dialogue and demeanor of the two, Jiang Feng and Song Yuhao were stunned, and their hearts invariably rolled waves: "I didn't expect Director Qiu to be really vicious." ”

"You, you don't ......"

Liao Xuebing cut off his words again: "Yes, that's right, you want me not to rob you of the director's throne, but I have only been in the school for a few days, and I have no relationship and no qualifications, what threat do I have to you?"

What Qiu Daqi wanted to say was: "You don't want to spew blood. But he was interrupted after only half a sentence, and was led to other aspects by his opponent, how could he not be depressed and crazy?

"You ......"

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and Liao Xuebing said: "Director Qiu, I asked myself if there is no place to be sorry for you, if you ask someone to beat me today, I will not be able to buy a murderer the next day, kill a colleague and kill the principal!"

"You...... You ......" Qiu Daqi pointed at him and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

But Liao Xuebing has already gone far from other colleagues.

The school holds a general meeting once a month to report the results, and in addition to ordinary teachers, department heads, branch directors, grade heads, class teachers, and teaching and research team leaders must participate. Qiu Daqi is the director of the Discipline Department under the Ministry of Education, and he is certainly qualified to participate.

The meeting room is very large, with projection screens, podiums, and large round tables all in place. The cards on the large oval table in the center were written with the names of the heads of departments and board members, and it was clear that only they had the status to sit there, and the rest had no names listed, but could only sit in ordinary chairs around the wall around them.

Liao Xuebing and the others arrived early, the conference room was empty, and only a few assistants were adjusting the quality of the microphones. He casually found a chair with Jiang Feng and sat down, looked at the central round table, and sighed, "When am I qualified to sit there?"

Jiang Feng secretly pulled him: "Pay attention to the occasion when you speak, there is audio and video equipment here, don't speak indiscriminately later, otherwise it will be finished if the board of directors hears it." The people on the board are very eerie. ”

"Okay then," Liao Xuebing pouted: "I only listen to the lecture and don't speak." ”

After a while, people rushed in, and he didn't know most of the other people, so he was embarrassed to say hello, and he pretended to be idle and read the school report last month. It is worthy of a private school, and the terms and conditions are clearly written, like a company system.

Of the six members of the board, only two have now come, and in addition to Mrs. Smith, there is also a balding man, who is also said to have a controlling stake.

The windows were closed, the lights were turned on, and the meeting was opened, and Mrs. Smith gave a presentation in her usual succinct style, succinctly, "The decline in student enrollment this semester compared to the same period last year is due to the decline in college entrance examination scores, according to our Board of Directors' analysis. ”

"We had a short meeting before and agreed to set tasks for each class teacher to try to improve the students' grades during the semester. If the class improves, the class teacher will also be rewarded, and if the grade drops, we will vote to dismiss or stay in the class. In addition, based on the original results of each class, we have developed a set of different task goals. ”

Mrs. Smith glanced around, as if to inquire, but in fact, there was no objection: "The task of this semester's midterm exam is to give the average score of the students in each class in seven subjects, one class a year, 540 points, and two classes a year, 520 points...... "Quickly read Liao Xuebing's class, and seemed to glance at him intentionally or unintentionally: "Second class of the second year, 420 points." ”

Seven subjects, with a total score of 700 points, and 60 points to pass, then 420 points means that every student in the class must pass every subject to achieve the goal. And the deadline Mrs. Smith is talking about is a midterm exam, not a final exam. The mid-term examination is scheduled for November 10, which is just over a month away. How can this be?

Unexpectedly, some people raised their hands to object: "Mrs. Smith, I think the target score for the second year class is too low, which is unfair to other classes." ”

Who? Liao Xuebing stared at the man with a cold electric gaze. The one who spoke was Mr. Yang, the first-class teacher of the second year who slapped the table with him last time.

"Mr. Yang, this is a matter decided by the board of directors, and it is a conclusion reached after analyzing their grades in the previous semester. If you think you can teach the second year class better, I will consider transferring you to be the class teacher. Mrs. Smith said coldly.

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