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The director of the teaching was thrown back to the boss's chair and gasped for breath as if he had survived the disaster.

Liancheng is not a reckless person. He knew that violence cannot solve the problem, and his temporary majesty will most of the time will only cause greater trouble. But he has learned the conclusive facts from the words of the director of the teaching, and Zhang Haichao's study career at the No. 1 Middle School has ended.

So easy, it was just a decision of a few people and a few simple signatures. A young and ignorant student was kicked out of the familiar campus.

He knew very well why this was.

School leaders will not hate an ordinary student for no reason. This is not a simple opposition between liking and dislike, but a plagiarizing bureaucratic egoism in the collective name.

Class average grades, admission rate, and small suggestions from some powerful parents can all be fuses and straws that put everything in.

If it were in the past, Liancheng would be more smooth. He used the side tapping method to find a little looseness from the head of the teaching director's words, and then he could use emotion to move him with reason, hoping to convince him to change his mind.

But now, he is increasingly aware of a truth: never put hope on others.

Lian Cheng lowered his hands and stared at the director calmly. "Be careful if you sit in the chair, don't get me wrong. I'm worried about the chair. Why don't you be thrown into the jungle of Uganda and play a game of knocking on each other with the black-backed gorilla? This will not damage your intelligence. If you are fooled, you may be smarter."

"You, dare you scold me?" The director of the teaching director looked ashen and waved his fists: "Believe it or not, I will make Zhang Haichao unable to go to school again!"

Lian Cheng suddenly chuckled: "How much is your salary? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? No matter how much it is, you will be targeted by the supervision department. You dare not admit it. Look at your car keys, the price is less than 100,000 yuan. I know it is the one downstairs, it is quite new and very careful in maintenance? What model is Tissot? Oh, I almost forgot that this model was the installment event of the Tissot main store last year."

"Fart!" the director screamed, "Get out of here!"

Lian Cheng smiled even more and leaned forward slightly: "It's true that they are farts, a bunch of meaningless bullshits. I know people like you, and they dare to take any action in order to protect these bullshits. The little power in their hands has been made up, and they want to let their left and right hands play the game of money-changing together."

The evil spirit that fought with the evil ghosts was unconsciously released, making the fear in the teaching director's heart stronger and stronger.

He refuted and resisted even more hysterically: "What are you? Here we educate me! I, I am not afraid of you, you are dead, and the students you protect are dead, I have the principal's signature, and Deputy Director Zhang also said that his son should not live in the same class as such trash students..."

"To be honest?" Lian Cheng laughed: "You have done so much to feed dogs with conscience, just for money."

The director regretted saying this, but the words he said were like water splashed out. He could only tamper with his teeth and mess around: "What can I do just for money? Zhang Haichao couldn't even pay the summer tutoring fee last time. What kind of egg money do you bring to me? Yes, my car is not worth the money, and my watch is also in installments, but do you have the achievements of my half-life?"

Bang.

It is the sound of a hard card touching the solid wood desktop.

A pure black credit card lying quietly in the eyes of the director, he could even see the exclusive id "688" in the lower right corner, which means that this is the 688th card issued by the bank.

He had seen the same card at the restaurant.

It is in the wallet of a senior official in a certain department, in the briefcase of a billionaire, and in the hands of a senior leader of a state-owned enterprise. He can clearly remember every ID number, but it is the first one that is so auspicious and beautiful.

The ordinary action of placing the card on the table brings a sense of oppression to the director of the teaching staff much more than any big shot who has ever been in contact with.

The evil aura evolved into a powerful aura without anger.

Lian Cheng saw a certain despair of a collapse of faith in the eyes of the director.

He shook his head: "Your whole life is not even half of this card. Any achievements are bullshit."

Crash.

The head teacher let his body slide down from the boss's chair, and suddenly half-kneeled on the floor, staring at the card with confusion and disbelief, all of his previous arrogant disappeared, leaving only this empty shell that was hollowed out by money.

The edge of the card scratched the table, making an unpleasant friction sound, and the black rectangle firmly grasped the director's eyes until it disappeared into the light brown top pocket

Lian Cheng's tone was sincere: "I really feel sad for your life."

I plan to turn around and leave.

The director suddenly raised his voice and shouted at Lian Cheng.

"Wait! I have something to say, I, I have met many friends in other junior high schools, and it is not difficult to transfer schools."

Lian Cheng shook his head: "I thought you figured it out, but it seems to be a mess."

Bang, he walked out of the teaching office.

Behind him, the domineering teaching director has now completely lost his soul and remained motionless.

As soon as the door was closed, Lian Cheng was shocked to find a familiar face waiting for him at the door.

The girl with single ponytail had stars in her eyes: "Mr. Xiong, you are so manly! That director is so hateful, you taught me a lesson too right!"

She was still thinking about the important matters and turned to Wang Qianyi, "Let's go to the auditorium quickly. Maybe that little writer who is extremely bad has arrived?"

Wang Qianyi spread her hands and said, "The person has indeed arrived, right in front of her."

Chen Xiuye ​​turned his head and shook his ponytail and looked at Lian Cheng in a daze. It was difficult to associate the bad writer in his mind with the green forest hero in front of him.

She raised her neck as much as possible to look directly at Liancheng. Her height of 1.5 meters is indeed not enough to see in front of Liancheng.

"This, this, this..." She couldn't speak with a stuttering sound.

Wang Qianyi smiled and said, "Don't do this, the people in the auditorium probably are anxious. Well, is that Zhang Haichao your relative, cousin or cousin?" She looked at Liancheng.

Lian Cheng answered truthfully: "It's the child of the neighbor's house. His parents are busy recently, so I attended this parent meeting instead, but I didn't expect something was wrong."

"This is called a small problem? It's about to be cleared out!" Chen Xiuye ​​said anxiously.

"It's not a good thing to start from scratch if you change the environment. There are too many wealthy and powerful students in this kind of school, and getting in touch with this environment is not good for growth. Even if this is not the case, I plan to make this suggestion with his parents." Lian Cheng said with a smile.

Wang Qianyi thought there was something in this sentence, so she gave Liancheng anger and looked at him: "You are the old era's idea of ​​hating the rich. Why is it bad for growth if you have money? Times are changing, uncle, don't beat people up at once."

"Some people can never be beaten." Lian Cheng looked at Wang Qianyi with a little meaning and said, "Since you can't beaten, then try your best to join and become one of them."

"Tsk, the one who writes things is just talking nonsense. Hey hey, why are you copying a small notebook?"

Chen Xiuye ​​nodded and praised: "Brother Lian is right, and he will be able to use it in the future."

"Can you get high scores if you are so reactionary?" Wang Qianyi answered angrily.

Liancheng noticed that Wang Qianyi used "reactionary" as an adjective, and it was obvious that she wisely read the meaning behind Liancheng's words.

On the way to the auditorium, while Chen Xiuye ​​was working on the small notebook, Wang Qianyi suddenly asked Lian Cheng in a low voice.

“Where did that card come from?”

"I went to the bank to exchange it."

"Nonsense!" Wang Qianyi glared at him, "You are so rich, why are you teaching me a lesson? Do you have ulterior motives? You can tell me honestly! Could it be..."

She suddenly remembered her identity as a cat demon and her expression froze.

wrong!

Very wrong!

Liancheng is becoming less and less like a third-rate writer who relies on teaching to make a living. How can any writer be like a bear? Although it has only recently changed, it is a bit exaggerated!

Mysterious, rich, amazing background, powerful power.

If you want to find a similar image, isn’t this James Bond in 007?

Could it be that the agent named Lian was sent by a certain department of the state to monitor her?! Thinking back on her attitude towards Liancheng, her face was even more exciting than that of the dyed vat.

Let state agents help me write a script for middle school drama?
Chapter completed!