Taking a deep breath, the bald man had never felt that the air was so refreshing at this moment, and he had forgotten the unhappiness caused by the words of the two girls just now. With a grin full of teeth as shiny as the top of his head, he walked to the door of the classroom with a "perfect" grin.

Of course, his appearance was collectively taken into account by the students in Class Zero. Alas, why can such a person become a teacher? Why do you show such a lewd smile when you are already a teacher? Who among us is so unlucky that he will become the lovely little white rabbit in your heart.

The bald man didn't take the current situation seriously at all, and he took the contempt in the eyes of the trainees as jealousy. He coughed lightly and paced like a rooster heading to a duel on the battlefield. The fat ass writhed so unnaturally that it almost made the classroom vomit out of their overnight meal.

He walked into the classroom in what he thought was noble, and the students in the class could not stop him. Who told him to be the teacher in this class? So even though this group of students despised him, they couldn't get him out.

Because in the eyes of outsiders, it is a normal thing for teachers to inspect students' learning. It's just that others don't know that this so-called teacher is malicious in his heart!

Under the collective gaze of the students with colored eyes, the bald man seemed to feel that he was a star who was in the spotlight. Although he can only teach here by virtue of nepotism, this does not prevent him from bathing in hot eyes at this time.

Haven't you ever seen such a temperamental teacher?! A bunch of fools! As a teacher, I am not afraid of you! And your jealous eyes will not make me yield!

Like a star walking on the red carpet, he slowly took "elegant" steps, moved his slightly chubby "noble" figure, and finally walked to Mo Chen's desk. Is this guy still sleeping? Doesn't he know that his day of misery is coming?

This waste eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats, why can he still maintain a thin figure? Looking at his fat belly that rises from the horizontal line, the bald man feels a sense of powerlessness. The years are urging people to grow old!

Seeing the bald man's head held high, Margaret consciously stood up and took the initiative to make way for him.

The bald man nodded reservedly, thanking her for her kindness, and he didn't want the battlefield to burn to the people around him. After all, what is going to happen below is not suitable for little girls to watch.

Standing on Mo Chen's desk, I don't know how long I have been staring, maybe the bald man himself feels that this is inappropriate. After all, as a teacher, I have been staring at a boy for so long, and spreading it will make people have some unnecessary reverie.

But the group of students next to them had already made up this affectionate picture in their minds, what a thrilling love affair between a lewd man and a scrap man! So much so that some girls tried to squeeze tears of joy out of their eyes.

The bald man sighed softly, alas, another poor man who was victimized by romance novels.

Stretching out his palm, which was already crowded with horizontal meat, he condensed the texture of his whole body and covered it, like a pig's trotter stained with fluorescenity. With a hideous smile on his face, the bald man slapped Mo Chen's head fiercely.

Of course, he also mastered the proportion, this slap did not seek to kill, just to stun Mo Chen, who was sleeping like a dead pig in front of him. Since you love to sleep so much, let the teacher use the power of justice to wake up the sleeping lost boy.

Behind the bald man, Margaret was shy, covering her eyes with her hands, she couldn't bear to watch the picture of Mo Chen being beaten. But......

"Teacher, there's a hole in the back of your ass......"

The bald man's cruel smile immediately froze on his fat face, and his hand full of texture was as fast as lightning, sweeping over Mo Chen's head, and the palm wind blew Mo Chen's few black hairs, and then pounced on his ass.

"Smack!" the loud applause on the butt seemed to be slapped in the bald man's own face. It's true! There really is a big hole in my pants! The touch in my hand is not wrong!

Am I just walking around the classroom with my bare belly on my shoulders? The bald man's forehead was sweaty, and his eyes were immediately filled with tears of humiliation. Covering his buttocks, he looked at the students behind him with a complaining look, "Have you all seen it?"

"No! I swear I never saw the teacher's ass, and there was not a palm-sized birthmark on the teacher's big white buttocks!"

"Yes, I didn't see it either! The teacher was wearing red underwear. But your taste is quite unique, teacher!"

"I didn't look at the short rod under your crotch......"

......

The students comforted the bald man with their "friendly" language, which made the bald man even more ashamed and angry. Do you know I have a birthmark on my ass before you see it?

If it weren't for him, how could I be so embarrassed in public!

In fact, the hole in the bald man's pants was the result of a student spraying an alchemy potion on his ass when he swaggered into the aisle just now. It's just that he was indulging in his own satisfying fantasies at the time and couldn't extricate himself, the boiling blood paralyzed his head, and the slightly cool bare cheeks couldn't convey the signal in time, which caused the current situation.

This account is naturally counted on Mo Chen's head, who told him to provoke me, who told him not to come out before and let me take revenge! It's all his fault! The power of anger made him forget his shame for a while, he pulled away the hand covering his buttocks, clenched his fists and used all his strength to hit him. Damn it!

Margaret didn't expect this middle-aged man to be annoyed and angry, and she didn't have time to stop it at this moment. Because when she found out about this, the bald man's hand had already rushed to the top of Mo Chen's head like lightning.

If he is hit in the head by the bald man's punch, Mo Chen, this kid, will not have to wake up in the future.

Flora, who was sitting in front of Mo Chen, didn't seem to expect this to happen, and she hadn't come back to her senses while still watching the joke. I could only watch as this punch flew quickly towards Mo Chen's head.

Whoever has made me so ashamed, I will let you die today!The power of humiliation and anger made him feel that he had infinite power, and this punch would definitely tear the kid's skull open. It seemed that he could see the next second, and the kid's beige brain had splattered out and sprinkled on the faces of the people around him.

He's dead!The bald man was overjoyed, his fist touching the damn man's head. It was as if he had heard the sound of a skull shattering!

Sure enough, he heard a sound in the next second, nothing more than the sound of a tree branch breaking, accompanied by a sharp pain in his eye socket. He hadn't been able to see what had just happened, because he had fainted.

Margaret's mouth was wide open, completely unaware of what had happened. She just felt a flower in front of her eyes, and the bald man with a bare ass disappeared in front of her eyes.

Flora was honored to see the whole thing again, and with her eyesight, she could only see a few shots, that is, the bald man's fist had hit Mo Chen's head, but a fist appeared out of thin air and hit the bald man's eye socket, and then the hand grabbed his collar and threw it out. As a result, the bald man was thrown out like garbage.

During the whole process, I saw Mo Chen's hand move slightly, and he didn't wake up at all. Can this be classified as unconscious behavior?

This boy who is still lying on the table is really the Mo Chen he knows who only knows poor mouth and sleeping?

Flora, whose thoughts were in turmoil, seemed to have grasped something at this moment. The pedigree is low, but it doesn't mean that his strength is average. The conclusion she has now reached overturns the notion that bloodline determines strength. The strength shown by the person in front of him is even more contrary to the bloodline rules that have long been set in this era!

Ram should know something, otherwise it would be impossible to let a person of such low blood enter this special class.

Who the hell is he?Flora stared at Mo Chen, who was still asleep, and the thought that had been silent in her heart resurfaced in her mind.