Boom! Boom!

The dull sound sounded, making those who heard it feel numb.

Lu Zhui threw aside the exercise book he took from the table and rubbed his arms.

The class teacher will have to show up in front of the students later.

Being slapped twice can also be interpreted as a rosy complexion.

If he was really beaten hard, he would definitely be bruised and swollen, making it difficult to explain.

Fortunately, Lu Zhui has been involved in the less clean antique circles all year round.

Lynchings due to conflicts of interest are commonplace.

So he knows a lot of tricks.

For example, if you hit someone with something as a cushion, the force will be more dispersed and it will be harder to leave any scars.

Or...

“Have you ever heard of Buddha noodles made of gold paper?”

Lu Zhui took out two tissues from his pocket and took a glass of cold water from the water dispenser next to him.

"My buddy taught it, and it sounds interesting."

"Put the paper on your face, then wet it little by little with water."

"Paper soaked in water will slowly block your mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe."

"If one is not enough, you can add more."

"This gradually increasing sense of suffocation can make people go crazy and eventually die in despair."

He said softly, his eyes lightly scanning the immobile figure.

The latter was trembling all over and his face was full of despair.

The head teacher was very scared.

It's true that he likes to make fun of students, but isn't he guilty of this?

Why was there a lynching?

"cough."

Wang Jin patted Lu Zhui and signaled him to stop.

He didn't know that this antique dealer was so playful.

Lu Zhui trembled all over and backed away obediently.

He was afraid of being touched by Wang Jin.

In fact, this is normal.

Contact with something like suppression is equivalent to directly hitting someone with majestic inspiration.

Domineering and arrogant.

Only when you have truly faced it can you realize the helplessness of becoming an ordinary person in an instant.

It's hard to imagine that this power comes from a young man with a gentle smile.

But Lu Zhui now understands one thing.

Wang Jin is indeed capable of facing Su Xi and that strange evil.

If I have to say it, he is actually not the same type as Zhuge Liang.

Wang Jin is more like that big boss who "keeps the whole country at bay but refuses to use his strength to hear it".

So scary.

"Don't worry, we are partners."

Wang Jin patted Lu Zhui on the shoulder and smiled.

Then contact suppression was used.

The head teacher briefly regained his language skills again.

It's just that this time he was much more well-behaved and stared blankly at Wang Jin without saying anything.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people."

The young man sighed and said softly.

"Tsk."

The head teacher curled his lips, his face full of contempt.

He knew that Lu Zhui didn't dare to take action.

"Did you know that this kind of hooliganism is illegal?"

The head teacher's eyes widened and he spoke.

"A crime? What law?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, with the word innocent written all over his face.

"I didn't beat you and I didn't tie you up. You didn't leave on your own."

"you!"

The head teacher gritted his teeth, but found that he couldn't move at all.

Something in his stomach was twisting back and forth, making his body stiffer and stiffer.

"Besides, who can prove that I did anything bad to you?"

Wang Jin spread his hands, looked at Lu Zhui, and asked.

"Did you see it?"

"No."

The latter shook his head and put away the tissue with regret on his face.

I couldn't use waterboarding, so it wasn't perfect after all.

"However, it is indeed illegal to humiliate students in public, and it is illegal to accept gifts."

"The first point is that the whole class can testify, and the second point... there are many parents who can testify."

"Besides, you can't accept the things I gave you."

"Unless you want to be mute for the rest of your life."

Wang Jin spread his hands and looked helpless.

"And I will not only give it away, but I will also do it with gongs and drums."

"But we'll talk about that later."

Seeing the head teacher's face turning into the color of pig liver, Wang Jin sighed softly.

He still likes the other person's unruly look.

"Now, let's talk about the bet."

Wang Jin said as he took out two crumpled test papers from his pocket.

"Crush it into a ball and throw it downstairs... Is this how you destroy evidence?"

"There are no more than two mistakes here, and they are all minor flaws that can only deduct three or four points."

"Why do you say Zhang Wen scored more than 90 points?"

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and asked.

It's not enough to humiliate students in public, they even modify their grades.

Ignoring all Zhang Wen's efforts, he reduced him to dust.

The scariest thing is that other students take it for granted.

How can a poor student get high marks based on his ability?

They are unwilling to explore the truth and will only blindly follow the trend of accusations.

If Wang Jin had not appeared, Zhang Wen would have had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it all.

What happens after that?

If his efforts become a laughing stock, will he continue to study?

And all this is just because of a teacher's selfishness.

"You're a student, you don't understand anything."

The head teacher gritted his teeth, his voice full of anger.

"Only the teacher has the final say as to the score of the paper."

"Does anyone believe what you said?"

"No one believes it."

Wang Jin shook his head slightly and turned towards the door.
To be continued...