When Yi Cheng was in a daze in the classroom, Xia Xiaoren had already returned home. After taking a shower, he was in good spirits again, and immediately went to a nearby supermarket to buy a new mobile phone, called the school to ask for sick leave, called relatives to borrow money, and ran to the bank to withdraw all the savings.

By the evening, he had scraped together a little more than 100,000.

It should be enough, right? 100,000 is enough to shut up Yi Cheng, right? Xia Xiaoren lay on the bed, nervous. The thought of handing over the 100,000 yuan to Yi Cheng was a huge amount of money that he could save without eating or drinking for more than two years, and it made his heart ache.

Caught in fear and regret, he couldn't sleep peacefully all night, and when the sky turned white, he squinted for a moment.

Waiting for the alarm clock to wake him up, Xia Xiaoren dragged his heavy steps, washed dizzily, put 100,000 yuan in cash into a small sports backpack, and carried it out.

With a huge amount of money, he didn't dare to squeeze the bus, but took a taxi to school.

When he walked into the Chinese teaching and research room with his backpack, his legs trembled involuntarily. The fate of the next half of his life will be decided today - whether he will sink into hell, or have a chance to rise up after a short trough, it depends on whether the 100,000 yuan can buy Yicheng.

If the sleeping student is poked out, he will really be nailed to the frame of shame for the rest of his life, and he will never be reborn. It is impossible to keep a job, and no employer will dare to hire you in the future, you will be pointed at wherever you go, all your relatives and friends will cut off contact with you, and all girls will avoid you like a femme fatale...... Thinking of such a picture, Xia Xiaoren shuddered.

I was really confused.

Now thinking of Xu Nihui's delicate carcass that once fascinated him, what he felt was not pleasure and satisfaction, but deep regret and panic.

"Teacher Xia, are you feeling better?" Liu Mei greeted warmly. Song Jiaqi also arrived at school early, just glanced at Xia Xiaoren coldly, and then buried his head to deal with the mountain of test papers.

Other teachers in the department also greeted Xia Xiaoren with gossips. Everyone is so affectionate to Xia Xiaoren, not because of how friendly and amiable Xia Xiaoren usually is, but because they all know that Xia Xiaoren's uncle is a deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau.

Xia Xiaoren absentmindedly coped with a few words, returned to his desk, and put the sports backpack at his feet.

Looking at the time, there was still a while before class, Xia Xiaoren decided to squint on the desk for a while. As soon as he put his head on his arm, he heard a movement, and Liu Mei shouted, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Before Xia Xiaoren could react, he was grabbed by the hair and lifted up. Xia Xiaoren opened his eyes and saw a fist the size of a vinegar bowl kissing the bridge of his nose from far and near.

He could hear the crisp sound of his nose bone being broken, he could feel the nosebleed gurgling down, part of it flowing into his mouth, he could feel the fist making intimate contact with his face again and again, he could hear the screams of the female teachers in the office, and the angry shouts of the male teachers...... Surprisingly, he didn't feel any pain.

And then it all went farther and farther away. As if his soul had been detached from his body, he stood in the air and looked down on this scene, watching his body staggered as if it had been beaten with sandbags, and his skin was peeling apart.

It turns out that this is what hell is like.

The man who beat him, he knew, was Xu Nihui's father.

It's all over.

……

The noise and scolding could be heard even in the classroom of the third (6th) class of high school. At this time, the class was not yet in class, and the students could not control their curiosity, and they poured out of the classroom to the corridor, and the small corridor rubbed shoulders for a while.

The noise and shouting went from the upper floor to the bottom of the teaching building. Many students poked their heads out to look.

Yi Cheng also poked his head out, and watched with interest as a stout middle-aged man pulled Xia Xiaoren's hair, dragged Xia Xiaoren to the ground, dragged him all the way out of the teaching building, and turned around and kicked Xia Xiaoren from time to time.

Xia Xiaoren didn't know if he fainted or what, and he didn't resist.

There were several teachers next to him, and Song Jiaqi was also among them, seemingly persuading the middle-aged man, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.

At this time, Liu Xuecong approached from behind Yi Cheng and slapped his giant palm. Yi Cheng heard the palm wind, and quickly dodged without looking back.

Liu Xuecong sighed: "Ah Cheng, you are getting more and more powerful. ”

He struggled to squeeze away a classmate, stuck his head out, looked at it for a while, and then smacked his tongue: "It's really fierce, this is a revenge for killing my father, right?"

"It's not, but it's not far off, this is a righteous trial," Yi Cheng said with a smile, "Go, follow me." ”

Liu Xuecong didn't ask, just followed Yi Cheng up to the 5th floor. Yi Cheng glanced back from time to time, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he suddenly pulled Liu Xuecong into the Chinese teaching and research room.

He remembered clearly that when Xia Xiaoren came to school in the morning, he carried a sports backpack. Looking at Xia Xiaoren's cautious appearance, it is likely that there are valuable things in the backpack.

Liu Xuecong looked at everything in the Chinese teaching and research group curiously, Yi Cheng went straight to Xia Xiaoren's desk, and the cat bent down to pick up the sports backpack.

He unzipped it and glanced at it, a smile on his lips, and quickly closed it.

"Let's go. He threw the backpack, Liu Xuecong instinctively caught it, and asked curiously, "What's in here?"

"Leave it alone, help me take it. ”

"No," Liu Xuecong shook his head like a drum, "Ah Cheng, are you crazy, this is the teacher's thing." ”

"Take it if you want to," Yi Cheng said, "stuff it in your drawer and give it to me when school is out." ”

Liu Xuecong checked his backpack: "What is inside, newspapers and magazines? No, it's money, right? Ah Cheng, tell me, is it money in it?"

"It's my money," Yi Cheng smiled, "help me hold it." ”

"Oh, it's yours. Liu Xuecong touched the back of his head, and there was no more doubt. This fool believes everything the other party says to the person he trusts, and he doesn't believe the person he doesn't trust, even if the other party is clever and clever.

Liu Xuecong put the backpack on his shoulder, and they swaggered downstairs back to the classroom, and it was a normal behavior for students to walk into the classroom with their bags, and no one looked at them from beginning to end. And everyone's attention is on Xia Xiaoren, who was beaten, and the middle-aged man who beat people, speculating on the cause of the incident.

The reason is actually very simple, Yi Cheng let Fu Xi invade the school's education system, found the girl's information, and then called the girl's father and handed him the copied information.

's daughter was defiled, this middle-aged man who has been a turner in the switch factory for 20 years must not be able to bear it, and if he didn't beat Xia Xiaoren to death on the spot, he would be merciful.

After the incident, the school reacted quickly. The school was ruthless enough to cover up its ugliness at all, and directly issued a notice saying that Xia Xiaoren, a sophomore Chinese teacher, had been expelled from the school for having an improper relationship with his own students, and was handed over to the public security organs for further legal responsibility.

Although it is a pity that the name of the girl named Xu Nihui was not concealed after all, and it was spread in the school, but fortunately it did not make trouble on the Internet. After changing schools, she can still live a peaceful life.

Later, Yi Cheng didn't pay attention to Xia Xiaoren's news anymore. It is said that Xia Xiaoren has some mental problems, and these are none of Yi Cheng's business.

The school and the police also investigated the 100,000 yuan that Xia Xiaoren lost, but the situation in the school was very chaotic at that time, and there were no cameras in the teacher's office.

Later, Yi Cheng invested all the 100,000 yuan in "Yicheng Electronics", half of which he recorded in Liu Xuecong's name, which is equivalent to letting Liu Xuecong become a shareholder. Of course, that's all for later.