Zhang Yuan, don't you have enough of this kind of human blood steamed bun?

This sentence rang in Zhang Yuan's ears heavily, and he wanted to hear the principal even more.

"What nonsense are you talking about, what kind of blood steamed buns, I never forced her to make up for the class?"

Gu Qingnian looked at Zhang Yuan, his eyes were full of coldness, "Still quibbling?" Is it enough to wait until someone dies? Or... Do you want to drink their blood and eat their flesh, and then continue to create glory? ”

Zhang Yuan is the limelight of the school, why is someone covered, it is all fed with money.

Where does his money come from? It was eaten by eating these people's blood steamed buns.

For such a long time, he has earned much by earning supplementary tuition fees, but he is still not satisfied.

Gu Qingnian looked directly at Principal Yan, "Principal, if you don't stop this kind of forced make-up class..."

"I know." Principal Yan raised his hand to stop Gu Qingnian's words.

He cupped his forehead, "It's me who was wrong, it's me who was wrong." ”

Gu Qingnian's four words of human blood steamed buns made him finally sober up.

Zhang Yuan's cram school is tired, everyone in the school knows it, but as Zhang Yuan said, many people are running cram schools, which are also very popular with parents, and there are more and more cram classes during the winter and summer vacations.

During this period, the acceptance rate of the college entrance examination is still very low, and it is really tens of millions of people vying to cross the single-plank bridge, and many students need to repeat before they can be admitted to the university.

Because of such an environment, Zhang Yuan's approach, if there is no feedback from parents and students, they can't say much.

But now something happened.

He can't leave it alone.

"Zhang Yuan, if you want to continue to stay in school, you must follow the normal tutorial curriculum, and you are absolutely not allowed to force your classmates to attend classes."

Principal Yan looked at Fang Xiaoling and comforted her, and promised that he would give her the money from selling blood to make up the class for her back, and then directly convened a meeting of all the teachers in the school.

At noon, the regulations on make-up classes were freshly released, and Zhang Yuan's math make-up class was directly disbanded.

Seeing the notice, the whole school talked about it.

Zhang Yuan was furious, "Gu Qingnian, you wait for me!" ”

Gu Qingnian has one bad thing after another, and now he has even cut off his financial route!

Cutting off people's wealth is equivalent to killing their parents, and this hatred is not shared.

Zhang Yuan rushed out of the school angrily, and the murderous hatred in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Fang Xiaoling, who had breakfast with glucose and finally told the biggest secret, could see it clearly upstairs.

"What to do? Will Mr. Zhang deal with you? ”

She was worried about Gu Qingnian.

"It's fine." Gu Qingnian shook his head.

She won't just let Zhang Yuan go, it's not interesting to close the cram school now, as long as Zhang Yuan is still a teacher, he will make a comeback after a while, and only by drawing salary from the bottom of the kettle can he solve the problem from the root.

Gu Qingnian took advantage of the lunch break to deliver the written situation response book.

Fang Xiaoling and the people in Class 4 admired Gu Qingnian, but Qi Feiyan felt that Gu Qingnian couldn't pass the test for her.

"Do you think that without Teacher Zhang's make-up class, I won't be able to pass the test? I have a lot of trouble, and I have good teachers. ”

Qi Feiyan looked at Gu Qingnian fiercely, "Wait, I will trample you under your feet and let you get out of school." ”

Gu Qingnian sighed, "It's up to you?" ”

She also has good teachers, and even better!

The next day, the final exams came as scheduled.

In the morning, the language exam went well.

In the afternoon, halfway through the math test, Gu Qingnian was thrown three notes and cheated.

The invigilator of No. 1 Middle School was very strict, and his eyes were also very sharp, so he immediately came down and picked up the note on Gu Qingnian's desk.