Chapter III: Correctional Centers for Irregular Juveniles (3)

A high school student with a height of 186 complains to a bald teacher and speaks to his classmates.

No matter which school is left alone, it is so absurd that people look down on it.

Only in Yasheng College, this is the norm.

Yasheng Academy adopted the "advanced practices" of the Cultural Revolution period, encouraging students to expose each other, and exposing others can be rewarded, and the rewards can be offset by a certain number of times.

Yan Sixian took a look and was happy.

The one who sued was the boy who had just received five lashes when he was spot-checking the endorsement. Although he was tall and strong, he was hunched over his back at the moment, hunched at his waist, and looked at the teacher with a flattering face, without the vigor of a young man, but like a slave who followed his master to ask for merit.

The slave flattered his master, but he did not dare to be arrogant and arrogant, and his eyes were full of apologies.

I'm sorry, I really, really don't want to take a ring ruler, it hurts too much.

Yan Sixian understood, but still despised it, and didn't bother to look at him squarely.

The bald teacher obviously didn't want to have anything to do with the crazy girl, and he glared at the dog minion, hating why he handed him this hot potato.

Fortunately, someone is willing to take this hot potato.

The instructor Huang Banya, who was smoking at the end of the corridor, approached with great interest.

"What? The newcomer doesn't understand the rules and speaks? ”

He squinted at Yan Sixian and Wu Guan, like a python staring at its prey.

"Hmm." The teacher responded vaguely.

Huang Banya rubbed his fists and said, "I like you unruly, it's okay, I'll teach you the rules, teach you slowly-let's go, dormitory building." ”

The two of them did so in silence.

The teacher just wants to shirk responsibility, and Huang Banya just wants to arrest people to torture, so they hit it off.

They don't care about the truth, and at this point, justification is nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

"Go to the dorm house." Huang Banya was behind the two of them, like driving two sheep.

The dormitory building is the same place where Yan Sixian was locked up earlier, it is a three-story building, the lower two floors are student dormitories, and the third floor has a confinement room, an electric shock treatment room, and a staff dormitory.

There is a small playground between the dormitory building and the school building.

It is said to be a playground, but it is a concrete floor the size of a basketball court, and at the end of the concrete floor near the school building is a sculpture, with wide robes and large sleeves, and a bamboo slip in his hand.

Yasheng Academy, the statue is probably Mencius, but unfortunately the carving master used to carve Arhats in the temple, and this Mencius also has a fierce face like an Arhat, his eyes are high and bulging, and he glares at whom, which makes people have no desire to learn.

Seeing the statue of the fierce god, Yan Sixian couldn't help but feel a sense of "fierce and auspicious, rarely go and have no return".

Behind the two, a triumphant voice came:

"I've seen a lot of disobedient people, don't worry, I'll cure you today......"

It's a lie not to be afraid, Yan Sixian is only 17 years old after all, even if he has been mentally prepared, when he is about to suffer an electric shock, his shoulders are still trembling slightly.

Something had to be done.

"Hey, are you pretty good at fighting?"

When the words fell, Yan Sixian realized that he had opened his mouth.

"Hmm." Wu Guan snorted, which was regarded as a promise.

"Don't speak!"

Huang Banya suddenly raised his voice, raised his foot and kicked Yan Sixian.

Yan Sixian trotted two steps and dodged the situation, hiding under the stairs of the dormitory building.

"Grandma's!" Huang Banya scolded and chased after him.

The triangular space below the stairs is a dead end, and neither the people in the teaching building opposite nor the instructors in the staff dormitory on the third floor can see the three of them.

Huang Banya soon found himself in a situation where he was caught between the two.

He didn't panic too much, as long as he shouted, he would rush out of the third floor from the third floor in less than 10 seconds to help, besides, he didn't believe that the two little rabbits really dared to do anything to him. Huang Banya made up his mind, and the two dared to fight back, and they would make them suffer a lot later.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance.

Wu Guan raised his hand and slashed at his neck neatly, the same technique as stunting a crazy girl.

Yan Sixian went to touch the instructor's pocket, which contained a wallet, a mobile phone, and a bunch of keys.

"It's supposed to be an electrotherapy room." Yan Sixian pinched a key and said, "Only the security door there is a cross-shaped keyhole." ”

"Let's go to the electrotherapy room!"

The two dragged the fainted Huang Banya instructor up to the third floor.

There are a total of ten rooms on the third floor, five on both sides of the corridor, and the three closest to the two on the left hand side are the staff dormitories. Because the staff dormitory is air-conditioned, the doors are closed, and the shouting is not loud.

If you want to get to the electrotherapy room, you have to pass in front of the three staff dormitories.

The two put the yellow plate tooth in the middle, one pushed, the other dragged, cautiously, did not dare to make a little sound, and finally passed through the "danger zone" and entered the electrotherapy room.