After the morning self-study, the corridor was as calm as ever, and the students who walked by one after another talked about their favorite topics in a few words.

Students in the third year of junior high school have entered the busy revision stage, and the amount of homework they can afford each night has reached the limit they can bear.

After the next day's morning self-study, the classroom was very quiet, most people were reading books or catching up on sleep, only a few people whispered softly, and the rest of the relatively noisy children had already run to the playground to have fun, even if it was only ten minutes, they wanted to play basketball and relax themselves.

In the office of the third-grade homeroom teacher, two boys stand upright in front of the teacher's cubicle board. There is a male classroom in the cubicle, and his slightly chubby figure looks very strong, and he looks like a middle-aged man who often exercises but can't control his mouth. His eyes were as round as rugby, his thick eyebrows kept wrinkling, and he quietly looked at the boy standing with his head down in front of him and the boy on the other side who dared to look at him with his head up.

"Tell me, why did you run to our class, why did you fight."

Wang Qing picked up a cup of tea, blew the hot air, exhaled the foam, and gently took a sip of the tea that had been inked in the cup.

"Teacher, he ran to our class and bullied the girls in our class!" Luo Mu said angrily.

"Oh? You even went to the younger brother and sister class to molest other girls! You don't have a king's law! Wang Qing slapped the table and glared angrily at the boy in front of him who was getting lower and lower.

"You look up for me! Dare to do it or what, are you still wronged! ”

Yang Mo listened to the scolding one after another, and he panicked in his heart.

In this school, what he is most afraid of is his homeroom teacher Wang Qing, it is said that Wang Qing has joined the army and entered the army before, and some people say that Wang Qing is a member of the special brigade of the military region.

Although they are all rumors, Yang Mo still remembers the appearance of Wang Qing cracking the desk with a palm because he was angry, and at that time Wang Qing just hated iron and steel, so to speak, that palm was just a light pat for him.

"I ...... I'm just talking to people...... Exchange of feelings......"

"Communicate with a fart! You're bullying other girls, I'll tell you, you still don't dare to admit it, you play with a bunch of indiscriminate people all day long, and the atmosphere in the class is what you bring bad! ”

Wang Qing was so angry that he stared straight at his eyebrows, and he didn't have a posture of protecting his shortcomings at all, and Yang Mo was speechless with a thunderbolt.