Zhang Chunjun is fifty-nine years old. [Ran^Text^Library] []

As an educator, it is not common for him to stubbornly stick to the front line of his job at his advanced age.

Over the years, the old man has used extraordinary determination and perseverance beyond common sense to insist on the education and guidance of recalcitrant teenagers for a long time, such a painstaking mental exercise.

Such behavior is indeed worthy of the respect and admiration of others, and it has also aroused the admiration and imitation of some hot-blooded young people.

However, its old-fashioned teaching methods and strict behavior habits of restricting others show a fascist-like dictatorship and control.

But where there is oppression, there will be resistance.

Under the suppression of the old man's hegemony, Luo Qi, who has spent several spring and autumn periods, has created a profound and easy-to-understand nickname for the great Vice President Zhang in his spare time, both physically and mentally injured and abused.

Zhang peeling.

In countless days of silently licking and wiping wounds, Luo Qi used this number countless times to comfort her lonely desert-like scarred heart, and spread this nickname widely on campus in the way of chatting and buckling, and finally made this number known to everyone on campus.

However, Luo Qi, who fully carried forward the dedication and sharing, was not lucky to escape in the subsequent stormy search and rectification.

In the end, Luo Qi deeply realized the sacrificial spirit of Dong Yingying who sacrificed himself to lift the fried bun, and also thoroughly understood the meaning of Yu Yingying's sacrifice of lime.

In Zhang Papi's heart-wrenching repeated admonitions and the stern condemnation of the teachers and students of the whole school, Luo Qi made a profound review and self-examination from the inside out.

And came to a conclusion: heroes are really not something that mortals can be.

Since then, Luo Qi has completely straightened her position and has become a role model among students with practical actions.

For example, in class, Luo Qi will not flirt with the female dinosaurs in the class like those bad boys, nor will she openly take out adult books full of bad content like some mavericks.

He will only hold his own "apple" and live alone in his own world.

In general, there is indeed a strong relationship between Luo Qi and Zhang Chunjun that transcends the boundaries of age.

The former is full of fear and anger against the latter.

The latter is angry or angry at the former.

Therefore, when Luo Qi looked at Zhang Papi, whose cheeks were stained with blood and obviously had more air in and less breath, he suddenly felt a lot of feelings welling up in his heart.

Just as Luo Qi began to tremble his lips and flutter in schadenfreude, He Jianren grabbed his hand inappropriately and pulled him to run.

"Run! There are bats!! ”……

"Ah~!"

The wind carried the fog and poured into Luo Qi's wide open mouth.

"What kind of casual clothes!?" (What a bat)

During the fast run, Luo Qi's words were slurred, like the squeaks of a man after he was drunk.

The two rushed to the front of the promenade full of people.

He Jianren still didn't slow down, but shouted angrily at the people on the corridor: "Run!" ”

After speaking, he dragged Luo Qi and jumped towards the crowd in the corridor.

The two of them jumped towards Lecturer Wu, who was standing at the edge of the stairs in the gap in the wall, his face was bloodless, and he could barely stand with the support of others.

"Phew!"

He Jianren hit Lecturer Wu headfirst, and Old Wu fell behind him screaming.

The dozens of people gathered around Lao Wu were all affected, and some were even squeezed out of the corridor.

"Run!"

After knocking down Lecturer Wu, He Jianren's body staggered for a while and almost fell.

But he didn't care about his body, which was already shaking and about to lose his balance, and instead raised his feet again and stepped forward.

"Slut, stop!"

Seeing He Jianren, who was about to step on Lao Wu, who had already begun to bleed in his mouth, Luo Qi pulled He Jianren with both hands and force.

"What the are you doing!"

Luo Qi's face was shocked and angry, and he shouted at He Jianren, who was pulled back to his side.

He Jianren tried to shake up his right hand, but he couldn't shake off Luo Qi's hands.

He turned his head and looked at Luo Qi.

The next moment, his bloodshot eyes immediately shrank to the size of a pinhole.

The clear wind roared behind Luo Qi, and Luo Qi looked at the horror on He Jianren's face, and his forehead was immediately covered with cold sweat.

He quickly turned his head and saw a strange face.

The muscles on his cheeks bulged and protruded, and his dark skin was as tight and lifeless as the solidified asphalt on the surface that had just melted the winter snow.

There are no lip flaps in the seams, and the slender fangs as white as shallots reach the sharp chin.

Between the two ends of the straight forehead and the thin horns shaped like a shuttle, the messy and sparse bright green hair is sparsely arranged on the dark scalp like an oasis in the desert.

The strange face has big eyes, but no eye sockets.

There are no whites on the eyeballs of the strange face, and the eyes are green, and the clear color is like a turquoise agate diamond.

Now, those green eyes like diamonds are looking directly into Luo Qi's eyes.

Cold sweat, following gravity, moves on the smooth forehead.

Some sweat gathered on Luo Qi's brow, some beads of sweat stopped at the tip of his nose, and most of the sweat flowed down his chin and dripped to the ground.

The people gathered around Luo Qi quickly dispersed, and bursts of exclamations came from the crowd.

Luo Qi looked at the strange face that was only an inch away from the tip of his nose, and he didn't move.

He didn't dare to move.

Even though his legs were already weakened by fright.

However, he is not the only one with weak legs.

He Jianren's legs weakened and he sat down paralyzed.

Luo Qi, who was still clutching He Jianren's arm, suddenly felt a pull on his side, and his body immediately lost its balance.

He was pulled by He Jianren and fell to the ground.

"Poof! Burst! ”

In the two wind roars, Luo Qi, who fell to the ground, clearly saw that the strange-faced owner fanned the pitch-black bat wings that were one meter wide, and raised the hands that looked like human hands, but were as thick as wide bamboo stalks, and the muscles on them were as strong as the body of a giant python.

The monster quickly reached out to Luo Qi and successfully grabbed Luo Qi's collar.

The monster pulled Luo Qi closer, and his green eyes like treasure bricks continued to look at Luo Qi's eyes.

Feel the tremendous power contained in the palm of your hand that grabs your school uniform and pulls you up.

Luo Qi swallowed with difficulty.

He raised his hands in despair and grabbed the muscles of the monster's arms with both hands.

His mind went blank, but everything around him came back to him.

He didn't know why he was doing it, maybe it was just an instinct to survive.

Maybe survival is just a kind of ** for him.

But when ** is not satisfied, his body will resist.

At this time, Luo Qi's body replaced his brain and began to resist.

His hands began to strain.

He grabbed the back of his hands on the monster's arm, and several cyan veins immediately appeared.