"Take out the contents of your bag first." Huang Linhua said while sitting on an office chair.

He pointed to a rectangular box with a distinct outline in Zhang Tianquan's trouser pocket.

That's not a phone, it's a cigarette case.

Zhang Tianquan didn't quibble about anything, and directly took out the cigarette case and put it on the table.

"This should be the last time I'll talk to you this year. It's also the last time I'll tell you to stop smoking. Huang Linhua's expression was very serious, "I think you are really not suitable for our class, I really can't control you, this is hurting you, and I can't explain it to your parents." Which class do you want to go to? Mr. Huang can help you fight for it. ”

"I want to stay in Class 3." Zhang Tianquan said bluntly.

At this time, it was useless for him to say anything special, he also understood this, he had expected the arrival of this day, at this time, he only needed to make a statement, and the rest was decided by Mr. Huang.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet.

"I'm not kidding you, Mr. Huang really thinks that keeping you in my class is hurting you, because I don't supervise you all the time like other homeroom teachers. You also know that other classes have installed monitoring, but only our class has not installed it, I think it is to let our classmates have a sense of self-discipline. ”

Huang Linhua continued: "But, you also know what you did, your parents can't control you, even if you sleep in class, you don't go back to the dormitory in the middle of the night and don't go home, you have cigarettes on your body every day." What do you want a teacher to do? ”

"Teacher Huang, I will change, believe me, and give me one last chance. I really want to stay in Class 3 and I don't want to go. Zhang Tianquan said with a sincere look in his eyes.

"How many times have you assured me this? You said before that you want to study art and sports, you have to follow the news, you need to use a smartphone in the classroom, I reluctantly agreed, and then what? You were caught playing games in class and I caught you directly. Do you say your assurances are of any use? ”

"I ...... I don't know, I really want to give it another try. Zhang Tianquan's expression was a little bitter, he knew that his credit had bottomed out.

Huang Linhua, who had always been firm in tone, unexpectedly did not hear Zhang Tianquan's sophistry as always, but became a little hesitant.

Zhang Tianquan lowered his head and did not say a word.

Huang Linhua sighed, raised his hand and said, "Forget it, you go back to the classroom, go to class." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Tianquan nodded and went out, leaving this somewhat serious atmosphere.

"Hey, I still can't bear to let him change shifts." Huang Linhua stared at his back and sighed helplessly.

Walking alone in the aisle leading to the classroom, Zhang Tianquan's back looked a little desolate.

But on his front - there is a smiling face.

"Whew - there are policies and countermeasures, fortunately, I was ready before, and sure enough, I can't use the same tricks every time!"

It's fake, it's all fake! It's also a man who wants to apply for the art department, although it's a directing department, it's impossible to have some acting skills. Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!

However, how many people can play a different role purely by acting skills? Who knows if he was acting just now?

I'm afraid only the actors themselves know.

……

"Ahhhh Of course, Gu Zhi was already sitting.

One hundred and eighty squats? Just kidding, Zhang Tianquan has already gone to attract firepower, how can he still do it stupidly?

At most, sprinkle a little water on your head and pretend to be sweating profusely.

"There is also the question of the location of the ability to use, according to Uncle Fang Yan's scientific wave theory, the suspect should use the ability in an open place, such as the location of the signal transmission tower on the top floor of the TV station, but the nearest TV station is also five kilometers away, it can't be so strong, right? This is already considered a heavy weapon level. Ultra-long range. ”

"The purpose of the Institute should just be to control him, right? His actions shouldn't have constituted any serious crime, right? Thinking about it this way, in fact, his abilities don't seem to be lethal at all, except that they may scare people to death with heart disease. It's just that the scope of the impact is really wide. ”

"Control him, and then what? Kill him? If he would rather die than give in, will he really kill him? Not everyone, like He Han, would willingly join the Institute and work for the official state institutions. ”

Thinking of this, Gu Zhi thought of the question he had thought about before - where did he go? Those new humans with the anomalous abilities of the combat system. Although there are no such incidents of book burning and Confucianism, there are many similar incidents.

The unified way that the superiors adopt for things and people that they cannot control is - destruction.

Whatever it is, just destroy it, and since it can't be used by me, it can't hurt me in turn, that's the characteristic of a dictator.

However, Gu Zhi thought of Fang Yan's cold face again. From the beginning when I saw him, I thought he was selling insurance, and then I thought he was a ruthless uncle, a killer-like character, and then later, I found out that this uncle can also joke, care about people, and be reasonable to let He Han make an exception to join the Institute.

He really couldn't imagine that the person he knew would actually be an executioner who killed people without blinking, no, maybe he wasn't the executioner, he might be the one who controlled the executioner, he wouldn't do it himself.

Maybe he killed people who might pose a threat to society, but that doesn't change anything.

Contradictory, very contradictory.

When your assumptions conflict with your impressions, that's when they're at their most contradictory. It's a lot of brains.

"Ahhh Gu Zhi put down the pen that had been spinning in his hand and scratched his hair vigorously. Scratching his ears and cheeks like a monkey.

You Shang, who was reading a book on the side, watched another nonsensical mime.

Actors, life is like a play, there is a stage everywhere, you can understand.

Gu Zhi took out a pen and scratch paper, and began to write, draw, and draw.

It's not that he's calculating math problems, it's just a habit he's developed a long time ago, whenever there are a lot of things in his head and it's messy, he becomes the "Fang Nan", the Fang Nan in her eyes.

Ignoring everything around him, he concentrates on one thing.

Maybe only at this time, he is not the Gu Zhi who only has three minutes of heat.

[Procedure"

Wave mechanically

Move forward mechanically

The robot's smile is imprinted

-

I am the guest of honor at this unmanned feast

He recited emotionally on stage

The inviter gave me an explanation for the preparation

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Every recorder in the audience

Seize the moment and let out applause

Closing, turn off the lights

Lubricate, good clockwork

Calibrate before the next one]