Outside the classroom, Wang Qiang found that many students were already standing in the hallway chatting. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Qiang's teaching building is a four-story school building, with eight classrooms on each floor, each classroom in a regular hexagonal shape.

The first floor is for the third grade, the second floor is for the second grade, the third floor is for the first grade, and the fourth floor is for various activity rooms. Because the break time is too short, only ten minutes. There is no good entertainment equipment around the teaching building, and the playground is far away. So usually after class, in addition to going to the toilet, most of the upstairs students lie on the cement railing, and the students on the first floor go around the classroom. There are also many students who just sit in their seats and rest after class, and do not leave the classroom at all.

Teachers went on strike, and students from all schools stayed outside their classrooms as if they were out of class.

Wang Qiang thought that everyone was just chatting or something. It's just that when someone folds a paper airplane and flies out from the railing, it seems to have a chain reaction, and after a while, many paper airplanes fly out from different directions in the teaching building.

However, this obviously did not completely release the long-term depression in the hearts of the students, and some students began to tear textbooks or homework books into pieces and scatter them from the upper floors. Pieces of paper fall due to irregular rotation in the air.

Later, the entire school building was covered with various pieces of paper.

Wang Qiang watched the students of all grades releasing themselves and felt that this was very good. As long as it is not too violent, it is still good to relax in this way, at least it can alleviate students' boredom with school.

But when he saw someone throw the trash cans in the classroom downstairs, Wang Qiang felt that he should do something. The students are all strong-blooded, and if they can't control it, things will be out of control.

Wang Qiang walked back to the classroom, sat down in his place, looked at Wu Xiaoli and said:

"Hurry up and let your dad take care of it, or things will be out of control"

Wu Xiaoli pursed her lips and said, "Now that the teachers of the whole school are on strike, what do you want my dad to do?"

Wang Qiang knew that although Wu Xiaoli said this, but through her telling herself early in the morning that something big had happened, it means that the principal Wu Ying must have known about this matter, or that he had led this matter, in order to put pressure on the Education Bureau and ask for salaries for teachers.

Wang Qiang stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, and said:

"Now in this situation, your dad must have notified the superiors, they should have reacted, there is no need to make trouble again, and if something happens, it may affect your dad's future."

"Then what if a leader comes to see it" Wu Xiaoli thought for a while and asked in a low voice.

Hearing Wu Xiaoli say this, Wang Qiang knew that this matter should be led by Wu Ying.

"Wu Ying is really bold, if this matter is known to the relevant leaders, he will not be dismissed," Wang Qiang said secretly.

"You can ask your dad to arrange for someone to watch the dots first, and if the students are just making a small fuss, you can ignore it. If you go too far, come out and stop it. Besides, even if the students see the teacher, even if they make trouble, it won't be too bad," Wang Qiang said.

"Okay, I'll go tell my dad" Wu Xiaoli nodded, got up and walked out of the classroom.

When Wu Xiaoli returned to the classroom again, not long after, a school leader appeared near the teaching building, although he did not come forward to stop everyone clearly, but the students' various behaviors were obviously much more restrained after seeing the school leaders.

At the time of the third class in the morning, a student sitting by the window said that there was a group of people under the school building.

Wang Qiang went over to take a look and found that a middle-aged man in a black leather jacket was surrounded by several school leaders, and it should be that the relevant leaders came. The middle-aged man looked at the teaching building more than 40 meters away and left, not knowing what to do.

The whole morning basically passed like this. When Wang Qiang left school at noon and was about to go home for dinner, he found that the vicinity of the teaching building was already in a mess.

When Wang Qiang returned home, his sister Wang Jing had already returned and was telling her parents about the school strike.

After listening to his daughter's story, Wang Wenhu said solemnly: "No matter what the school is like, what should you do and what you should do, don't move forward, you know?"

"Got it"

"Got it"

Although they didn't know why their father was so serious, Wang Jing and Wang Qing both nodded yes.

"Dad, you said that the school is on strike today, should my sister and I go to school in the afternoon?" asked Wang Qiang while eating.

When Wang Jing heard her brother's words, she also looked at her father Wang Wenhu.

"Go, why don't you go, the teacher didn't give you a holiday, why don't you go," Wang Wenhu asked.

When Wang Qiang and his sister Wang Jing were about to go to school, Wang Wenhu told again: "The school is chaotic, don't be chaotic, study hard, you can study by yourself without a teacher."

When Wang Qiang arrived at school, he found that the students in the classroom were all sitting obediently studying by themselves as if they had just come at noon, and no one was playing around like they were in the morning.

"What's going on?" asked Wang Qiang as he sat down, reached out to hold Wu Xiaoli's jade hand.

"The head teacher just came in," Wu Xiaoli whispered.

"Is this over?" asked Wang Qiang, who had only been on strike for one morning and had surrendered in the afternoon, disappointed.

"Hmm" Wu Xiaoli nodded and said.

As he spoke, he scratched Wang Qiang's palm with his fingers.

"Then the teachers' salaries have been settled?" Wang Qiang asked, grabbing Wu Xiaoli's fingers.

"I don't know about this, but I know that in the morning, the leaders of the Education Bureau held a meeting with the teachers," Wu Xiaoli said.

"That should have been solved," Wang Qiang said secretly.

"My dad asked me to thank you for him," Wu Xiaoli said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Wang Qiang wondered.

"My dad said that during the strike this morning, some students confronted their classmates with axes, but they saw the teacher and threw down the axes and ran away," Ms. Wu said.

"What do you mean?" Wang Qiang was even more confused by Wu Xiaoli's words and asked.

"My dad said that if you hadn't asked him to arrange for the teacher to watch, maybe there would have been a bloody conflict" Wu Xiaoli said angrily, "You are so stupid, I can't think of this"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, blame me for being too stupid, my IQ is not enough when I see a beautiful woman" Wang Qiang clasped his hands together.

Wu Xiaoli giggled happily when she saw Wang Qiang saying that she was beautiful.

Wang Qiang saw Wu Xiaoli smiling, smiled and leaned over to Wu Xiaoli and whispered: "Tell our dad that you don't need to thank me, your father-in-law, help is due" After speaking, before Wu Xiaoli could react, he hurriedly left his seat.

"Wang Qiang, you villain!" Wu Xiaoli came back to her senses, looked at Wang Qiang, who had already run to the door of the classroom, and scolded with a smile.

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, showing that she was not very angry in her heart.

When Wang Qiang went to the toilet and returned to the classroom, Wu Xiaoli was sitting there reading a book.

Wang Qiang glanced at Wu Xiaoli, who was pretending to be reading, and said, "I want to ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" Wu Xiaoli thought that Wang Qiang was going to ask some study questions, and asked.

"How did that classmate bring the axe into school in the morning?" asked Wang Qiang, pretending to be serious.

"You don't know, how can I know?" Wu Xiaoli glared at Wang Qiang angrily and said.