MTL - The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus-Chapter 63 Get out!

Fang Shishi left the class and went to the seven classes. This is undoubtedly a slap in the face of Wu Cuihong. She not only expressed her contempt and dislike of the seven classes on one occasion, but now she is her own class. The most powerful students actually took the initiative to transfer to seven classes. (8) ┡ (1) Chinese 『『Ww%W. Ω81.Zw. COM

This is ** naked face!

Wu Cuihong was angry and burned. There was really an urge to kill. The whole class was ashamed and afraid of being beaten.

Suddenly, Wu Cuihong’s gaze fell on another empty seat – Joe Fei.

"Where is Joe flying?" she asked in a hurry.

Silence for a long time, finally someone carefully said: "Joe Fei did not come today."

"Don't come?" Wu Cuihong's face was more and more blue, but he didn't think much. Qiao Fei was not only the squad leader, but the most important thing was his family. Even if the other party really skipped school, she couldn't take him.

"This class will be reviewed by myself." Wu Cuihong did not have a lecture at all, and dropped a cold sentence and went outside the classroom.

At this moment, a graceful middle-aged woman dressed up came in, followed by two strong men, shouting: "One is not allowed to let go!"

Wu Cuihong certainly knows this person. She is the mother of Qiao Fei. Wu Cuihong quickly greeted her and barely squeezed a smile. "Mrs. Joe, how come you?"

Mrs. Qiao looked at Wu Cuihong coldly and said, "You are not allowed to leave!"

Wu Cuihong slammed a slam, but she did not know why the other party was so angry. She quickly said, "Mrs. Joe, is there anything wrong with it?"

"Of course it is an accident, something big, some people have grown ambitions, leopards, and dare to hurt my son, I must take this person out." Mrs. Joe said murderously.

Wu Cuihong was shocked and said with concern: "Qiao Fei is injured? The injury is not heavy. What is going on?"

"I still want to ask you what is going on here? You are his teacher. He didn't go home after school yesterday. Today he was injured now. He is still unconscious and is being rescued." Mrs. Qiao asked sharply. Road.

Wu Cuihong said that this is something about me, but this kind of fire can not directly say the words, said: "I am also very concerned about Qiao Fei's injury. We still have to figure out what is going on. I remember when I was out of school yesterday. He is fine."

"That is what happened after school. You are his teacher and classmates. You must know the truth. If you don't say it today, no one will leave the classroom." Mrs. Joe's request was almost unreasonable, and all the students angered.

"What are you, my son is hurt, you are all suspected, if you know the truth, just say it, or you can't eat it."

"You don't make sense, it's not our hurting Joe Fei. Why do you ask us?" Someone retorted dissatisfaction.

"Why? Why, by my family, I am a director of the school. Anyway, I don't want to get out of the house today. Nobody wants to leave the classroom."

Wu Cuihong has a headache. The story of Fang Shishi has just passed, and this is the case. Is it really a bad year, so many troubles have been found in her mind.

She was able to suppress her anger and said: "Mrs. Joe, this must be misunderstood, and the students should not complain. Everyone will cooperate. Remember if you saw Joe Fei after school yesterday?"

Qiao Fei deliberately avoided other people after school yesterday, and how could it be seen.

Seeing that everyone shook their heads, Mrs. Joe was upset and thought that these students simply did not cooperate. "I don't believe that I can't cope with a group of students, and I will interrogate them one by one."

"We are not prisoners, you have no right to interrogate us." The students are also young and vigorous, and they are all in the palm of their hand. Why have they been subjected to this kind of anger, and they have rebounded, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes tense.

Mrs. Joe was not afraid, but looked at them with a sly look. Suddenly, her eyes fell on two vacancies, one of which was her son, and the other one? This shows that the students in the classroom are not complete.

"Call the students in your class, and there is no shortage of one person. Someone knows the details." Mrs. Joe screamed and told me that Wu Cuihong was like one of her men.

"The students in our class are here."

"Lie, there are two vacancies."

"Oh, another vacancy is a classmate who just transferred to another class."

"Just just turned away? There must be a problem with such an urgent shift. Maybe my son is injured and she is related to her. Go and go to the student." Mrs. Joe’s eyes lit up, like the new 6th.

Wu Cuihong originally wanted to persuade, but I couldn’t think of it. Fang Shishi is not a person in his class. Why bother to say good things to her, so that it’s best for Mrs. Joe to go to a fight, so that she can make Liu Liang’s eyebrows lose face and kill two birds with one stone.

"The classmate turned to seven classes."

"The worst seven classes?" Mrs. Joe was surprised. Apparently she also knew the name of the seven classes. "I am sure that this person has a problem. What kind of students will be transferred to the seven classes of garbage class? My son must be injured." Have a relationship with her, go, go to seven classes."

The three men rushed to the seven classes, and Wu Cuihong hesitated and chased them up. Other students looked at each other. Which one is the trouble?

Liu Xiaomei was giving lectures, but he heard the noise outside, and then the classroom door was pushed open heavily, slamming into the wall and making a loud noise.

Liu Liangmei immediately raised his brow and stared at the door with a poor look. He just saw Mrs. Joe walk in with two strong men.

"Go out, I am in class!" Liu Liangmei said unceremoniously.

Mrs. Joe looked at Liu’s eyebrows and couldn’t help but look at her. She couldn’t see anyone younger and more beautiful than her at this age, but there was no doubt that Liu Xiaomei was younger than her and more beautiful than her. She was like Liu’s eyebrows. It is an old branch.

Therefore, she did not have a good face on Liu Xiaomei. She said: "I still want to go to class, no way! I will hand over the students who have just transferred from your class."

Liu light eyebrows are strange, who is this crazy woman, why do you want to find Fang Shishi?

"Who are you?" Liu Qingmei asked.

"Hey, who am I, I am the person you can't afford, tell you, hurry up and call someone out, otherwise I will make you a bowl of food." Mrs. Joe said arrogantly.

Liu Liangmei, of course, took her out of her extraordinary, but how could she be afraid of her, jokingly said: "I want to let me lose my job? You still have no qualifications."

"My family is a director of this school. Do you say you are qualified?"

Liu light eyebrows do not change color, said: "What about the directors? I am in class, and Tianwang Laozi must also give me out!" Liu Liangmei is a strong person, and Mrs. Joe tries to suppress people by identity, she does not eat at all. This set.

Looking at the unyielding Liu Xiaomei, Mrs. Joe was angry and funny, and no one dared to speak to her like this in the past few years.

She went straight to the front of a boy, slammed the table and said: "Tell me, who was the student who just transferred from a class?"

"Which scallions do you have, why should I tell you?" The boy glanced at her contemptuously and ignored her.

Seven classes can be no more than one class. The students are not ordinary pride, and there are young people who are unique and unruly. Even the teacher can't let them be impressed. How can a woman who suddenly rushes in and screams make them afraid.

Mrs. Joe is very angry: "You are fired, please give me away."

"I think it's up to you!" Liu Liangmei came over. "I repeat, please leave my classroom, I have to go to class."

"What kind of ghost class, who just turned from a class, and stood up for the aging mother." Mrs. Joe slammed the table and screamed in anger.

Many people subconsciously look at poetry and poetry, and they all want her to have such a big hatred with this crazy woman, so that this crazy woman is so violent, but no one is offering a poem, but angrily glaring at Mrs. Joe.

Seeing Mrs. Joe’s rudeness to Liu’s eyebrows again and again, many people have stood up in anger. This angry emotion has accumulated rapidly and finally burst into a terrifying roar: “Get out!”

The sound was huge, and the floor of the earthquake seemed to tremble. Mrs. Joe was scared back three steps. If it weren't for the two strong men, I might have fallen to the ground.

She was frightened, her chest was ups and downs, and she was breathing heavily. She said, "Reverse, it’s really against you. Don’t say yes, I have a way to let you say, you go, grab a person and ask, I will take a look. When can you be hard?"

The two brawny men caught a boy and wanted to take him out of his seat. The boy was clutching his desk and his face was red.

"Stop!" Liu Xiaomei snorted and tried to stop, but was stopped by a strong man.

"No cooperation, this is the end!" Mrs. Joe was arrogant, and the villain said the same.

"My students, no one can touch, you have to pay for what you are doing today." Liu said with a sigh of relief.

The classroom was noisy, and the crowds were so excited that they were eager to move. Suddenly, someone screamed: "Work with them."

Several boys will rush up with a stool.

At this moment, Fang Shishi stood up and said: "The person you are looking for is me, let go of the classmate."

Hey!

The noise disappeared instantly, and everyone looked at her invariably.

"Fang Shishi, you don't want to stand up, and this kind of person has no reason to speak, we drive them out." Someone started.

"Yes, go out."

Mrs. Qiao stared at Fang Shishi, another girl who was younger and younger than her, so that her heart was greatly increased, and she waved her hand and said, "Take her to me!"

"Stop!" Liu Liangmei wants to stop each other. However, a strong man has already smashed out like a tiger. He immediately came to Fang Shishi and did not pity the jade to grab her shoulder. It was so heavy that it seemed to be crushed. Her shoulders are the same.