The classroom is somewhat backlit, groggy, and the old ceiling fan also creaks from time to time, which makes people inexplicably frightened.

The wooden tables and chairs that were originally neatly placed have long been crooked, and there are all kinds of books and manuscript papers scattered on the ground, and the whole classroom is in a mess. And Song Chengcheng was in this mess full of wolves, and the white school uniform had long been unable to see the original color, just crumpled and hung. The hair on his forehead was also wet with cold sweat, and locks were attached to his pale face. He sat on the cold floor, leaning against the desk behind him, his head half-hung and unable to see the look on his face. Except for the occasional twitching of his right hand, which was still bleeding, the whole person was motionless, and even his breathing could not be heard.

Zhou Peng walked very slowly, and the sound of leather shoes buckled on the concrete floor approached slightly. He knew that this invisible sense of oppression would drive people crazy.

"Da... Da... Da ......"

Getting closer.

Zhou Peng scraped Song Cheng inch by inch with his gaze, who no longer had the slightest ability to resist, for fear of missing the grief and pain revealed in his body, and thought that he could put the long-imagined things into action, and his face couldn't help but show a distorted smile.

Zhou Peng, who thought he was foolproof, didn't know at this time that the miniature camera at the back of the classroom had already captured all this hideous smile.

When Zhou Peng was less than a meter away from him, Song Cheng, who had been facing away from the camera and had not moved, slowly raised his head and calmly looked at the fierce Zhou Peng in front of him.

Willies.

Zhou Peng glanced at the black-haired boy in front of him with a shocked gaze, and the blood that was originally boiling because of excitement seemed to be frozen. At this moment, he realized that the young man's face did not have the fear, sadness, resentment, hatred and despair that he had imagined, on the contrary, his expression was very calm, calm to the point of weirdness.

The tall desk cast a shadow over the boy completely, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being shrouded in darkness. The cold, sticky discomfort that exuded from his whole body was tinged with a faint sense of death. The originally black eyes were also like a thick layer of lead-gray dark clouds, and the gloom and gloom rolling inside made people tremble.

Seeing him look over, the corners of the young man's mouth slowly pulled up, and finally ......

Stay in an eerie arc.

Seeing this smile, Zhou Peng, who had always felt that he had the initiative, began to subconsciously feel that something was wrong, but ......

It's too late.

"Bang!"

"Song Cheng! Song Cheng! Song Cheng! ”

There was a cacophony of shouts outside the door, accompanied by a loud bang from the old wooden door panels against the wall. There was a hole in the wooden door where it was kicked, and it was crumbling, and the inferior lock gave up before it could struggle.

But at this time, no one had the heart to pay attention to this.

Looking at the young man lying on the ground with a weak breath, Jian Bai's eyes, which are always well hidden on weekdays, have long been irrepressibly exuding a devouring aura, and his quenched poisonous gaze poked at Zhou Peng, who was holding the wooden stool in his hand and was a little dazed.

When he felt the chilling murderous aura faintly revealed in her eyes, Zhou Peng instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Now he doesn't want to move, and even his breathing is stagnant. It wasn't until Jian Bai looked away that he could take a big breath. But before he could finish his breath, Zhou Peng found a bunch of reporters with cameras and Class 9 students rushing up with her right behind her.

Zhou Peng was startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Song Cheng, only to find that the strange smile on the young man's face had long since disappeared. He curled up like a dying harmless little beast, which made the hearts of those who watched it ache with him.

Hit! Zhou Peng reacted instantly, and his breath stagnated.

After the students of Class 9 who followed up saw that it was Zhou Peng, they all showed a frightened expression on their faces. But no one in the room noticed the obvious change in them.

All the attention of those reporters was on Zhou Peng, a scumbag. When they saw the scene captured by the camera in the classroom from the TV station car equipped with the TV station's car, everyone present felt as if a fire was burning in their hearts.

It's a beast! How could anyone be willing to do this to a child?

Although because I am a journalist, I have heard more or less about this kind of violence. But when this kind of thing is really □□ spread naked in front of them, and the flesh and skin used to whitewash the peace are peeled off, and it is presented in such blood, people with a little conscience will be angry.

The younger reporters didn't even have time to put on the badges that identified them, so they were stunned and wanted to rush up. The old people who are more senior in the bureau think about it more, and in the panic, they don't forget to remind them to bring the machine.

And now, the camera brought with me is really useful.

Zhou Peng only felt that the camera that surrounded him was almost poking into his eyes, like a sharp axe, splitting his brain in half, making him unable to think.

This...... What the hell is going on!

Zhou Peng's eyes were cracked, he would never have thought that this place, which had long been his own territory, would have such variables.

No... Don't rush! They don't know what's going on in the classroom yet! Things are still turning around!

When these people rushed in, they only saw him holding a wooden stool in his hand and Song Cheng lying on the ground, which he could completely explain because he saw Song Cheng uncomfortable and came to help. Anyway, as long as he insists that he doesn't know and dies, he won't let go, and these people have no evidence to prove that he did it. Song Cheng has Mr. Song's help, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about that cub showing his mouth, so now as long as he doesn't admit it, no one can do anything to him.

Zhou Peng forced himself to calm down and not to mess up first. He is indeed a character, who can quickly sort out his thoughts, find the key to things, and make thoughtful ideas in such a short moment, in such a chaotic classroom, and his mind is much stronger than ordinary people. But even so, the TV at home is always occupied by children to watch cartoons, how can he not know about the recent events in Qiongchuan Middle School, nor will he know that there will be hidden cameras in the classroom.

The people who followed up spontaneously divided into two groups, and Jian Bai pulled Song Cheng, who was stopped in the middle of the aisle, back, and then went to see Song Cheng's situation.

Before Zhou Peng could react, a group of reporters swarmed around him. If these reporters didn't care about the fact that there was a camera in the classroom, no matter what his professionalism was, they would have rushed up and chewed and eaten the scum in front of them.

But even if they can't counter violence with violence, these journalists naturally have their own methods to deal with this kind of scum. They surrounded Zhou Peng in the middle, and sharp questions were smashed at him one after another.

"What on earth prompted you to commit such an atrocity against a child?"

"Were you a teacher at Qiongchuan Middle School before?"

"Is it true that you were expelled for making up classes?"

"Don't you think you're doing the same thing as a beast?"

After the young reporter who rushed the fastest before asked this question, he became more and more excited, and even poked the microphone in Zhou Peng's face. The sharp sign with the icon of the provincial TV station under the microphone directly cut the corner of his mouth, but the onlookers not only did not have the slightest guilt, but on the contrary, there was a faint sense of pleasure of revenge in their hearts.

But even the sting pain of the corner of his mouth being cut did not save Zhou Peng's imminent collapse. How will they know what I'm doing in the classroom? How do they know about my make-up classes?

The panic in Zhou Peng's heart, who still didn't know that there was a camera, was like a monstrous wave when a storm came, completely swallowing him up. Every word these men spoke was like a hammer hammer on his fragile nerves.

When the reporters around him did the same, another "accidentally" cut his face with a sign, and the shell shattered.

Zhou Peng grabbed the female reporter who cut his face, and asked with a cruel smile: "What did you just ask me?" Why hit this kid? ”

The people around are nervously watching the development of the situation, for fear that if something is wrong, it will threaten the life of the female reporter. And the female reporter was a little frightened when she was caught, but she quickly calmed down, knowing that this was a good time to break through Zhou Peng's inner defense in one fell swoop.

"That's right! Why did you hit this kid? And don't you know it's against the law? An injury like this can already be sentenced. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Peng let go of the female reporter's collar in a trance, and retreated half a step away from the reporter. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he had given up struggling, he did something that everyone didn't expect.

He quickly dragged over the two cameras on the scene and smashed them violently.

"Alas, you're crazy!" Caught off guard, the camera was snatched, which made the two young reporters present jump in anger and rushed up to hit him, but they were stopped by another veteran reporter with more seniority.

Zhou Peng saw that the plan succeeded, and while grinding the camera little by little with his foot, he smiled cruelly; "Why, you ask me? You don't know yet, do you? I'm the teacher of this species! I don't even understand what it means to respect a teacher, is it wrong for me to beat him? Well? Is there something wrong? ”

The female reporter suppressed the anger in her heart, glanced at the position of the camera behind her vaguely, and asked, "Why does he disrespect you?" Let you beat him so badly. ”

"Heh, there are so many things where he doesn't respect me, it's too much to write. Dare not take the lead in not participating in my cram school, and see from afar that I dare not take the initiative to greet me, and I have been teaching him for almost two years, and I don't know how to send something to my house, it's a wolf's heart. The most important thing is that he dared to take the lead in stabbing the cram school to school, hum! When he pokes things out, he should think about betraying me. ”

The people present were simply stunned, why is there such a brute existence? Just because of these bullshit reasons, do you beat up students? This kind of scum is simply not worthy of being a teacher!

The female reporter's teeth were about to be crushed by her, and she spent almost all her energy to maintain the only sanity left. But even so, when he saw the smile on the corner of Zhou Peng's mouth, which was still a little meaningful, the little reason that was left collapsed. "You're not afraid of being known by his family and causing trouble!"

"His family? Haha......" Zhou Peng laughed insolently, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Do you believe it?" If I tell his family, maybe he will give me a red envelope. ”

The female reporter's eyes widened, her lips squirmed slightly, but she couldn't make a sound!