A crisp "pop" sound spread far and wide, causing the door of the entire classroom to shake, and then the miserable howl spread for a long time.

"I'll give your grandma a banana peel! You bastard with no eyes, who let you open the door, didn't you see labor and management behind the door? A young fashionista, dressed in patches, grabbed another student's hair and scolded.

It was this student who made the scream just now, and he was covered with dirt and footprints, and he had obviously been specially entertained.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't see it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." With tears in his eyes, the student kept apologizing, and his tone was full of panic.

Just now he gently pushed the door, but accidentally ran into this ruffian teenager, and was tortured endlessly, because it was a recess, twenty minutes was so long, and he was abused for ten minutes.

"Cao Nima, what do you want the police to do if the apology is useful." The boy grabbed the boy who opened the door by the hair and threw it against the wall.

Knock knock, the sound of the head colliding with the wall is very harsh, the beaten student shouted goodbye, don't fight, but unfortunately the bully student didn't pay attention to it at all, and even increased the strength of his hands, a class of students turned a deaf ear, each busy with their own things, playing cards, smoking, and flirting with girls, as if it was commonplace.

"Dabi, hurry up and go to the toilet, come back and continue to play cards." The student sitting in the back row of the class waved at the bully student.

"Drafted, give me attention in the future, if you don't look so long, labor and management will kill you." The bully boy looked back, said impatiently, kicked away the beaten student, pushed open the door, lit a cigarette, and went to the toilet arrogantly.

"Cut, if you lose two hundred dollars, you'll be forced to do it, and when he comes back, continue to squeeze him dry." Another student with a flute of flowers spit out a puff of smoke rings and said with a smile.

A bunch of people nodded their heads, and the smoke spread from the back to the front, and the whole room was filled with miasma.

After the bully student left, the beaten student dragged his injured body and slowly moved to his seat, lowered his head and took out his textbook, wiped the dirt on his face, sobbed quietly, and wrote on scratch paper, I don't want to live anymore, these five big characters.

City No. 2 Middle School is a school with a literary name in the city, not because of how good the learning atmosphere of this school is, but because this school is a famous aristocratic school, the birthplace of gangsters, and the death of ordinary students is the highest incidence of ordinary students in the city every year because of naughty students seeking trouble.

Because the families of these students are relatively wealthy, and their parents are also businessmen who do all kinds of big business, the teachers of the school can hide from these students, and they dare not say much about these students, which leads to the students being arrogant and not listening to any teacher's discipline.

However, this school is not all noble children, except for a few rich people, most of them are ordinary children, these children are willing to go to this school for a very simple reason, as long as they are admitted to this school, they do not have to pay any fees, whether it is tuition or accommodation fees, they are borne by the parents of those noble children.

In fact, this is also a helpless move, those pampered children are too stubborn, and their temperament is more public, other schools are not willing to accept it at all, and many parents have joined forces to found this school, in order to let their children go to school.

This can be described as well-intentioned, which also leads to the fact that these students are even more arrogant, and they don't take teachers seriously at all, let alone those ordinary poor students.

The bullied student sobbed quietly, and there were convulsions on the desk, he had been targeted more than once or twice, but he was weak, and his family could not provide him with any assistance, so he could only lick his own wounds.

"Crying Nima's Bi! Cry and mourn! You're not dead! As soon as the student who had just gone to the toilet came back, he ran to the table of the student who was being bullied, pressed his hand on his head, and shouted curses in his mouth.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The child who was originally crying immediately apologized tremblingly.

"Be louder, you can't hear me!" Dabi grabbed him by the hair and slammed it on the table.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" The child bowed his head in resignation, tears falling inadvertently.

"Grass! I haven't eaten! Dabi raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face, slapping the boy with a five-finger print.

He doesn't need any reason to clean up this kid at all, he's in a good mood, he makes fun of him, and when he's in a bad mood, he beats him up and gets angry.

If you want to say who likes to trouble him the most in this class, it should be this big comparison.

"Okay, Dabi, hurry up, a circle of people are waiting for you." A few card-playing students in the back row yelled at him, not that this group of people couldn't stand it, but that he was afraid that he would delay everyone playing cards, no one in this world would sympathize with the weak, only bully the weak.

"I'll clean you up after school." The student, nicknamed Dabi, pointed at him.

This weak child is the poorest in the class, he is bullied by many people, he has no ability to resist, poverty itself is a sin, all he can do is adapt to life.

Students like him abound in school, they have no ability and no background, they can only be bullied, and the results of resistance may be more serious, he also thought about fighting with these people, but think about his mother, who is alone and guarding the crops, getting up early and working late every day, and the meager income can only provide for their mother and mother not to starve to death, and the resistance he raised can no longer be raised in his heart, those students have a big career, and the teacher will not favor him, not to mention that this class is called the prince class.

The so-called prince class means that in order to better create a learning environment, the school arranges the disciples of some big names in one class, so that all classes are not so chaotic, so that they can manage some.

Like today's situation, I don't know how many times it has happened in his world, he is the punching bag for everyone in the class, as long as it is a person who can stand on his head and and pee, the teacher is also deaf to this, they can't afford to mess with these students, after all, it is related to their jobs.

Today is the previous class teacher change meeting of the prince's class, almost every month this class has to change teachers, this class is known as the dead space, no teacher is willing to stay a little longer, there will never be a delay here, and early class.

I don't know what's going on, it's already ten o'clock now, but the head teacher who was supposed to come over to report refused to show up.

"Grass, what about the head teacher, why haven't you come yet, coward, you haven't been rectified yet, you started to be like this, what kind of head teacher is cowardly." A gangster in the front row had dyed all yellow hair, earrings jingled over his ears, a cigarette in his mouth, and shouted loudly with a girl in his arms.

Files: Lu Jianpeng, nicknamed Dapeng, seventeen years old, campus gangster, family real estate business, famous prince, talked about more than a dozen girlfriends, a student in the twenty-seventh class of high school, usual hobbies, fights, blackmailing classmates many times, beating teachers, favorite person, Tang Linlu, the pursuit has been unsuccessful.

"What if you don't come to these things we have prepared! Is it used on the prince's mark? Another young man took out the cardboard box in the drawer and shook it.

Archive: Zhang Hu, nicknamed Xiaohu, seventeen years old, his father is the boss of a real estate company, he loves to trick teachers, fights and brawls, and once beat a student into a disability, and the teacher did not dare to provoke an arrogant teenager.

Profile: Wang Zibiao, 16 years old, from a poor family, was admitted to this school with the top three grades in the county, but because of the principal's decision-making error, he went into the wolf's den and tiger's den, and was the target of bullying by all the students.

"Grass, I lost again, the prince marked you to come over to me, you touched the labor and management, and the labor and management were all knocked out." The bully boy smashed the playing cards in his hand on the table.

Archive: Liu Yishan, nicknamed Dabi, his father is a member of the school board of directors, his mother is the daughter of the family business, he is arrogant on weekdays, blackmails classmates, is addicted to fights and brawls, and likes to bully the most, Wang Zibiao, his favorite game, League of Legends.

"Give money for money, don't make excuses when you lose." The thug sitting opposite Liu Yishan spit out a puff of smoke rings and sprayed it on Zhang Yishan's face.

Archive: Du Feng, nicknamed Crazy, his father is also a member of the school board of directors, because his father's work has conflicts with Liu Yishan's father, so the relationship with Liu Yishan has always been discordant, interests, gambling money, a wide range of friends, and knows a lot of gangsters in society.

"Playing cards is playing cards, why do you always bully an honest person, three Qs with eight, and two." Among the people playing cards sat a girl with bright makeup, with red hair fluttering, a lady's cigarette in her mouth, and black lipstick on her mouth, a famous sister.

Profile: Zhang Xueqing, nicknamed Sister Qing, her father is the owner of the Yangtze River Hotel, her mother is the manager of a state-owned enterprise, and her uncle is the director of the Transportation Bureau.

"Sister Qing, your arms are stretched too long, I'll clean up the prince's business." Liu Yishan had a very bad temper, and pointed at Zhang Xueqing and glared.

"Why, it's no longer okay to say that you can't say a word, you still have a temper or how to drop." Du Feng put down the poker cards in his hand and looked at Liu Yishan with a smile.

"Do you want to fight, come on, Nima." Liu Yishan opened his mouth and scolded, picked up the bench and smashed it at Du Feng.

"Enough, what is the noise, where are there so many words, can you be quiet for a while." A girl in the middle stood up and yelled at the back row.

Archive: Tang Linlu, his father is the director of the Transportation Bureau, he is related to Liu Xueqing, his personality is relatively quiet, he was a little curious about Wang Zibiao, but he is not used to seeing him too weak and useless, this kind of good impression has become minimal, he likes to paint and sing, he is beautiful, and he is the dream lover of thousands of students.

Hearing this, Liu Yishan put down the bench in his hand, he looked at Tang Linlu with a smile and promised yes, okay, and then stared at Tang Linlu's chest with a sly gaze.

"Okay, Lulu is what you say, I'll listen." Du Feng responded with a smile.

Obviously, Tang Linlu's words are still very effective, beautiful girls are welcome everywhere, but sometimes they are an exception.

"Cut, nosy bitch." Zhang Xueqing skimmed Tang Linlu, the corners of her mouth pulled slightly, and scolded in a low voice.

If you want to say which person she hates the most, it is undoubtedly this girl named Tang Linlu, she is a popular figure in the class, and everyone who sees her has to say Sister Qing, but Tang Linlu is her cousin who never eats her, and if she can't get used to her, she will directly reprimand, there are many more men in the class who favor Tang Linlu than those who favor her, which also leads to her The status of the first sister in society is not as strong as imagined.

Tang Linlu herself is also very tired of this cousin who is full of eccentric girlhood, and has never spoken normally, except for arguing together, it is to hurt each other.

Except for these people, the rest of the rich children did not look special, but those who were close to Zhu were red and those who were close to ink were black, although they were not as rampant as a few of them, and they did not have any good looks for teachers and poor students.