Lao Zhangtou gave this scolding boy a slap in the face, which made Zhang Yijie stunned.

Everyone in the class gasped, and even their breathing became extremely careful.

"Damn, you dare to hit me!" Zhang Yijie came back to his senses at this moment, and immediately became angry, and hurriedly waved his fist to fight back, trying to hit Lao Zhangtou, but the young man could not compete with an adult in terms of size and strength.

Zhang Yijie didn't succeed, and the old Zhang slapped him again, forcing the boy to take several steps back.

"You hit me again!" The boy knows that he can't beat him, so he is more vicious and stubborn in tone, and he is bound to fight the person in front of him to the end. But Wen Er clearly saw that Zhang Yijie's eyes had become red, and tears were about to fall in his eyes.

In the face of the boy's shouting, Lao Zhangtou was particularly calm, so calm that everyone present could feel the anger permeating him.

"I'm trying."

As he spoke, it was another slap, but this time it didn't hit his cheek, but on the boy's head.

"If you beat you again, I'll kill you!" Zhang Yijie was completely enraged, and he punched and kicked his teacher like crazy.

But Lao Zhangtou was like a Buddha statue that couldn't be moved, his steps were steady, and he forced the boys to the back of the classroom step by step.

With frightened expressions, everyone turned to look at the scene in front of them.

Wen Er saw—

Zhang Yijie, who was forced to the back wall, cried and shed a lot of tears, tears that could not be wiped with both hands.

"Do you know what you're doing wrong?"

Lao Zhangtou still asked in a very calm tone, so plain that people mistakenly thought it was a very ordinary sentence "Hello classmates" before daily class.

The boy didn't speak, but turned his head to look to the side, his eyes seemed to focus on the trash can not far away, and he didn't seem to see anything. Tears silently trickled down the corners of his eyes and across the bridge of his nose and dripped down his shoulders.

The classroom seemed to be still at this moment, and the onlookers did not make a sound, the old man stood motionless in front of the boys, and the silent weeping man was clinging to the wall in a strange position.

"Come out with me when you're calm."

Lao Zhangtou broke the static picture, dropped a sentence, and walked out of the classroom.

This time, the others did not go out on the front foot of the teacher as usual, and they began to make noise on the back foot, and everyone remained silent just now, and no one dared to be the first to make a sound.

"Tick"

"Tick"

……

The round clock hanging on the wall at the front of the classroom made a clear sound of time passing, and finally, someone moved behind it.

Zhang Yijie stiffened off the wall clinging to his back, stood up and walked out of the classroom in silence.

After about two or three minutes, there were a few small sounds in the classroom, and then slowly spread to every corner.

Ye Zi's seat this time was only across the aisle from Wen'er, so she bent down slightly as usual, poked her head out and whispered to Wen'er:

"Er'er, I was really scared to death just now, I haven't seen Lao Zhang's hair on fire like this, every time he hits, my heart trembles." As if to restore the heart-pounding scene at that time, Ye Zi patted his chest with his hand as he spoke.

"Did you say Zhang Yijie made a big mistake? Otherwise, Lao Zhangtou wouldn't be like this. Wen Er still feels that things are not as simple as they appear, but now I am afraid that only the parties concerned know.

Later, Wen Er didn't see Zhang Yijie in school all day, and even disappeared with the old Zhang Tou, and the work of the head teacher was temporarily taken over by the Chinese teacher.

When it was time for self-study in the first night of the evening, Wen Er ran to the first floor to go to the toilet under the pretext of stomach pain, and when he passed by Lao Zhangtou's office, he specially looked inside, but found out part of the truth of the whole thing.

"You kid is so soulless! Who let you go out to the Internet, but also to KTV. You don't learn well, but you follow the people outside to learn all the bad things! ”

The one who spoke with a crying voice should be Zhang Yijie's mother. In order not to be discovered, Wen'er quietly retreated to the door of the women's bathroom.

"Teacher Zhang, I really want to beat him to death with a stick! He won't do that to his parents! Zhang Yijie's father said that he was going to pick up his son and go straight out the door.

"Well, it can't be like this." Old Zhang Tou got up in time to stop the angry father's actions and brought Zhang Yijie back to his desk.

"I'll tell you the truth, I've already taught this kid a lesson, and I slapped him a few times with my hand." Old Zhang Tou didn't want to hide his behavior from Zhang Yijie's parents this morning.

"You played right, this person just underplayed, and if you don't fight, you won't have a long memory at all! I've told you repeatedly before, if you don't obey, you will be beaten to death, see if he wants to learn well, and whether he dares next time! As he spoke, the man's hand couldn't help but move his son, but he was stopped by Lao Zhangtou in mid-air.

"The child can't keep fighting, but you still have to talk to him more."

Old Zhang Tou turned his gaze to Zhang Yijie again:

"You go back to class first."

The boy didn't move at first, but this reaction aroused his father's emotions again, and he suddenly pulled his son to the door, and shouted in a loud voice:

"Are you deaf, didn't you hear Teacher Zhang?"

Lao Zhangtou immediately followed to the door, pulled Zhang Yijie out of his father's hand, and patted him lightly on the back:

"Go back to the classroom, go quickly."

The boy seemed to be moved, and walked silently in the direction of the classroom on the second floor with his head down.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm really causing you trouble this time, the bigger this kid is, the more difficult it is to manage, and he was obviously very well-behaved when he was young." Zhang Yijie's father respected Lao Zhangtou very much, and at this moment he bent over, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, a relative, I should take care of him."

"Yes, yes, you will have to take care of Zhang Yijie in the future, our husband and wife have no culture, and we can't control him." Zhang Yijie's father's words revealed a trace of powerlessness and sadness.

"Teacher Zhang, our family Jie Jie will ask you, thanks to your help this time, otherwise Lao Zhang and I don't know what to do!" Zhang Yijie's mother's emotions became extremely excited after her son left, and it seemed that she could finally vent all the uneasiness and fear in her heart.

Later, after a long time after this incident, Wen Er heard rumors from others:

On that day, it was the night when Zhang Yijie skipped class to go to KTV, and a woman who accompanied the wine died, and her body was dismembered into countless pieces, wrapped in sacks, and thrown into a trash can on a street. And this woman had stayed in the KTV box where Zhang Yijie went, and was one of the ladies who accompanied the wine that night.

The next morning, the police checked the surveillance, checked the school, and contacted Lao Zhangtou. What happened in the classroom later was after this murder. That whole day, Lao Zhang Tou spent the whole day with Zhang Yijie in the police station, and finally underwent investigation and questioning until he got rid of suspicion.

At that time, there was another thing about Zhang Yijie, which was passed on by a classmate in the next class. said that that morning, their homeroom teacher also reported to Lao Zhangtou that Zhang Yijie was in love with a girl in their class, and he was found out by himself, hoping that Lao Zhangtou could deal with it.

Many years later, Wen Er thought of Zhang Yijie, and when he thought of this incident, he still felt palpitations and thrilling. She didn't know if she looked at Lao Zhangtou's behavior based on the requirements for teachers later, whether she should vigorously criticize it, or still feel that it was excusable? But in Wen Er's heart, Lao Zhangtou will always be the best homeroom teacher in his student days, and there is no one. Maybe some of his behaviors are a little incomprehensible today, but Wen Er always feels that when a teenager was most helpless, he gave him pain and love, and gave him the most down-to-earth companionship.