Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Curator Who Eats Deflated
When she realized that something was wrong and was in a hurry to rush back, the fight between Jiang Shuzhe and He Xiao had reached a white-hot level.
As soon as Lin Xia stepped into the gymnasium with his front foot, he saw the curator of the gymnasium walking in front with his hands behind his back, followed by Jiang Shuzhe and He Xiao, Jiang Shuzhe was still that invincible appearance, and He Xiao shrugged his head, his face was very ugly, his gold-wire glasses were even tilted to the side, not as upright and rigorous as usual, and the two of them were disheveled, obviously torn off.
All these scenes in front of her told her that the two had just fought. Lin Xia's heart tightened, and after greeting the curator, he immediately walked to He Xiao's side and asked worriedly, "What's the matter?" ”
He Xiao took his glasses and stroked his wrinkled school uniform with both hands, he didn't want Lin Xia to see him so embarrassed, for Lin Xia's concern, he was happy in his heart, and suddenly felt that it was worth fighting with Jiang Shuzhe, although it was thankless.
He glanced at Jiang Shuzhe and snorted coldly: "Some people rely on their ability to fight, resist, and bully their classmates." ”
Jiang Shuzhe was not happy when he heard it, this was obviously a rake, but he He Xiao was the first to do it, he just taught him a lesson, telling him not to think that he Jiang Shuzhe could step on it at will, "He Xiao, don't go too far." Jiang Shuzhe glared and raised his hand to push He Xiao's shoulder.
It's just that before his hand touched He Xiao's shoulder, he was stopped by a loud voice, "Jiang Shuzhe, don't go too far, what's the matter, you still want to do it to your classmates in front of me?" The curator's voice was a few feet high, so that Jiang Shuzhe's hands trembled, he took a few steps closer, and when he spoke in a hurry, the saliva burst out of his mouth and sprinkled all over Jiang Shuzhe's handsome face.
Jiang Shuzhe closed his eyes, retracted his hand, wiped it on his face in disgust, and said coldly: "If you have something to say, you have to spray the spit stars on my face?" ”
The curator shuddered, he had heard Jiang Shuzhe's rumors, but as the division commander, he couldn't let him behave in the gymnasium, and there was no discipline. He coughed, straightened his face, and said seriously: "Classmate Jiang Shuzhe, what we are discussing now is whether you should beat your classmates, not some trivial things." ”
"Oh?" Jiang Shuzhe raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you see me do it?" Since you think it's a trivial matter, do you want me to spit in your face a few times? ”
When the curator heard this, his face changed, and then he heard Jiang Shuzhe ask again: "Or do you want to see me do it, but the object is not him." He glanced at He Xiao, then pointed his hand directly at the curator, stared at him and said, "It's you." ”
The curator was so angry that his face turned purple, and he was about to open his mouth to criticize harshly, but Jiang Shuzhe seemed to know his thoughts, took a step ahead of him, and said with a sneer: "Don't think that I don't dare to hit the teacher, it's just that I haven't tried, if you want to try, I can let you be the first person." In my eyes, there are only bastards and bastards, but there is no position. After speaking, Jiang Shuzhe's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his fist was like a wind, fiercely rushing towards the curator, but it suddenly stopped a millimeter away from his eyes. The curator looked at the fist that was close at hand, and cold sweat broke down instantly, almost, almost his eyes were about to turn into panda eyes, he knew how fast Jiang Shuzhegang's hand was, the cold wind whistled straight towards his face, and he could even hear the sound of the fist slamming suddenly.