"I want to complain!"

"Your behavior of indiscriminately punishing wages has violated the Moge Labor Law!"

Xu Yuanqing looked at the horn and kept shouting.

Su Mo didn't react to this, and looked like he didn't care about himself, as if he had provoked before, and the person who did it was not him at all.

"Oh, I'm the director of education in Jiangcheng."

"The director of the security department of Jiangcheng, my student."

"Lord of the Ink Pavilion, the child of an old friend of mine."

"Hmm..."

"Who are you going to complain to?"

"My suggestion is to find the Mo Pavilion branch master in Jiangcheng, this kid is still a bit assertive."

"Maybe it won't bend the law for personal gain."

"Do you need me to give you his newsletter?"

The Vice-Principal's voice was unusually calm, and his voice came through the loudspeaker.

Xu Yuanqing's body stiffened, and then fell into a long silence.

Long...

"I was hasty."

"You... Good punishment! ”

Xu Yuanqing gritted his teeth and said, accompanied by a chuckle from the loudspeaker, ending the conversation.

Su Mo shrugged innocently at Xu Yuanqing: "I'm sorry, he gave too much." ”

"But the Son once said: Don't take evil as small, don't take good as small."

"So, um..."

"I decided to read another book, and the idea of this book didn't suit me very well."

In Xu Yuanqing's shocked expression, Su Mo put away the folding fan, stuck it diagonally around his neck, and pulled out a fan again in his wide sleeves.

Handsome unfold and shake gently.

On the fan, two new characters are displayed.

'Huh'

At the moment when Xu Yuanqing couldn't help but explode, Su Mo walked out of the dormitory just right, and closed the door for him intimately.

"The feeling of staying in the Ink Academy, it seems... Not bad. ”

"At least I'm not the one who gets abused."

Su Mo walked on the playground of the campus, muttering to himself, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

If he had been in the same league with the vice principal in the days to come, wouldn't he have made a lot of money.

has been beaten by this group of teachers for several years, and it is time for him to turn over as a serf and sing!

He Su Mo wants to be the school bully of this ink academy!

A one-of-a-kind school bully!

……

In the monitoring room, the vice principal took a leisurely sip of tea, his face was full of enjoyment, humming an unknown tune softly, and from time to time there were four words of colorful fairy, and his eyes kept looking at Su Mo in the monitoring screen.

"The start-up gift package has been given out."

"Xiao Su should have felt the joy."

"I don't know if he knows that Xu Yuanqing is about to sleep, um... It seems that I forgot to tell him. ”

"The old man has always talked about credibility."

"It's impossible for me to bully him, this kind of work, just leave it to Xu Yuanqing."

"During this period of time, I still have to let Xiao Su stabilize Xu Yuanqing's hatred, otherwise I really bullied an old comrade like me, and I don't talk about martial arts."

For a while, I always felt that there was a yin laughter constantly echoing in the room.

It's like a pair of invisible hands that are controlling everything in the Ink Academy.

"Old thing, you wait."

"Lao Tzu hasn't been lazy lately, hurry up and take seven sleeps."

"And then smoke you like a spinning top!"

In the surveillance screen, Xu Yuanqing viciously dismantled the monitor and horn, and then dared to swear.

It's just that what he doesn't know is...

This scene is still appreciated by the vice principal.

"This lazy character, if you don't force it, how can you feel seven times."

"One hundred and eighty credits, give it to the old man, and the old man can't look down on it."

The vice principal pursed his lips and took another leisurely sip of tea.

……

"It's time, we've arrived!"

The wrecked car was rickety and unusually quiet on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

After making sure that there was no monitoring around, time became much calmer.

Until the car stops.

The bald principal turned over and got out of the car, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a happy face.

Time didn't respond, just tightened his huge backpack and silently walked out of the car, standing not far from the principal.

Subconsciously look around.

At this time, the summer has come to an end, and there is a slight coolness in the air.

The wheat fields have gradually taken on color.

From time to time, birdsong sounds.

The air around is exceptionally fresh.

It seems to form a beautiful picture with the smoke-curling village in the distance.

In this kind of scene, even time has such a short moment of distraction.

No matter how similar the personality is, the concerns between men and women are somewhat different after all.

When Yu Sheng first got out of the car, he automatically ignored the surrounding scenery and paid more attention to the people in the village.

And the scenery is obviously more lethal to girls.

But only for a moment.

Time eyes quickly regained their clarity, frowning slightly, looking at the surrounding environment, as well as the scattered old people in the village, silently feeling their strength.

My mind automatically sketched out the general plan of the nearby buildings and routes, and analyzed it for a moment, and then slowly took my hand out of my backpack.

"Look!"

"I didn't lie to you!"

"Remote, beautiful scenery and fresh air!"

"Watch the sunrise, watch the sunset."

"Do you feel like your heart has become peaceful?"

The bald headmaster said with a swaggering look on his face, as if it were his territory.

Time looked around and muttered for a few seconds: "Bury people... It's a pity. ”

"Huh?"

"What did you just say?"

The principal, who was still lamenting his efforts for a while, was stunned for a moment, looked at the time, and asked with some doubts.

Time shook his head lightly and did not speak.

Just looked at the old man sitting sparsely in the distance, and looked at the vice principal again.

Finally looking at the wheat field.

One hand rested on the shovel, as if calculating something.

"Let's go!"

"I'll take you to the village!"

"This place, let me tell you, ordinary people are not qualified to come, that is, I..."

The headmaster said as he walked into the distance.

It's like a broken mouth, and he keeps muttering: "In this life, you want to be well-connected!" ”

"Everywhere you go, you have friends, mix up!"

"Only in this way can you flourish."

The headmaster was still teaching, but a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Get out!"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"No illness or disaster, eating fat head and big ears, and still coming to rub the food of our veteran camp?"

An old voice rang out.

An old man was sitting on a stone bench at the entrance of the village, still holding a fake eyeball in his hand, constantly rinsing, and finally stuffing it into the eye socket and sealing it tightly.

glanced at the bald principal, and directly began to pick up people.

The principal's body stiffened, and the words he had just boasted were still in his ears, and in the face of this kind of scene, he turned his head a little embarrassedly, looked at the time behind him, and smiled far-fetchedly: "Ahem, this is a small accident." ”

"It's not a big problem, he's just old, his eyes aren't very good, he doesn't recognize me, don't worry."

The principal is still trying to maintain his position.

Try to keep the one you just put on to keep it from falling.