I made eye contact with Reiko, who was standing in the corridor as if nothing had happened, and only after confirming that the other party was okay did I enter the classroom.

Affected by the few guys who had just returned from the hallway, the originally noisy classroom seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water in the past three or nine days, and the students who were sitting on the table and stepping on the stool just now and were about to make trouble have honestly sat back in their seats at this moment.

Standing on the podium and looking down, the evil fire in my heart rose wildly again, and the forty seats in the class were only about twenty students at the moment, and there were three or four sets of tables and chairs with magazines on them, but no one sat down. The front half of the classroom is quite eye-catching, and the back half is completely a garbage heap, empty drink bottles, waste paper balls, and miscellaneous empty packaging boxes have been lost, and the sharp-eyed Wu Liang also found that a body that looks like an inflatable doll is half buried under the garbage heap, and the green tendons on the door of the brain burst out.

It doesn't matter if there are few students, after all, Japan's declining birthrate is quite serious, and it is normal for the class to be dissatisfied, but what the hell is this bad boy dress that does not fit the times? Is it a hot blood college?

Rice noodle head, explosive head, half long hair and half board inches, full of reggaeton-like little braids, compared with these immortals, the two little yellow hairs who were put down in the corridor are quite normal, at least walking on the street will not feel dazzling. The few girls are not much better, and it's just as black as a briquette, but the makeup on the face is so heavy that it means, so the school is a song hall or is it going to go to the lounge to work part-time after class?

Regardless of boys and girls, none of the school uniforms are worn properly, either the sleeves are removed and worn as a shoulder or planted and draped on the body, and the skirts of women's school uniforms are either short and can't cover anything or the kind of long pleated skirts worn by flying girls in the eighties, and then paired with baseball caps, sunglasses or black masks that still refuse to take off in the classroom, which makes people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

Although I expected that the old fox principal with a smile on his face didn't have any good ideas, he didn't expect that bastard to throw such a pot of miscellaneous pieces on himself, and the former class guide was an excuse to get married and resigned, and he should have been alert when he heard the FLAG of going back to his hometown to get married, what should he do now?

Wu Liang, who was unwilling to die like this, opened the classroom door with the last glimmer of hope, glanced at the class sign at the door, and was extremely disappointed to confirm it, and then slapped himself in the face with his intact right hand, and considered very seriously whether to directly use explosives to destroy these scum in the classroom humanely or use AK-74 assault rifles to name them one by one.

Just when Wu Liang was in a dilemma about how to get rid of these unpleasant guys, the sliding door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and it turned out that the middle-aged female training director who had helped but still wanted to invite merit came to check the situation.

As if his eyes had their own filters, the director automatically ignored the misdeeds of the students sitting on the chairs and the garbage everywhere, and came up and complimented, "Oh! Not bad! Pretty good! Teacher Wu actually controlled the situation in such a short time, and Mr. Principal's vision was really smart! Students, get along with Mr. Wu in the new semester! After speaking, he didn't even enter the door, and waved to the side to signal Sakura Reiko to walk into the classroom: "Teacher Wu, it's not good to let new students wait outside the door for too long, hurry up and introduce it, I don't bother if I have other things!" ”

didn't give Wu Liang any chance to answer, and after the director of discipline let Sakura into the classroom, he quickly closed the door, turned around and left quickly, leaving only Sakura and Wu Liang, who were speechless, and a crowd of kelp-eating people under the podium.

The evil fire in his heart was stirred up by the training director like this, and it ended in nothing, and after the evil fire subsided, Wu Liang was left helpless.

After a sigh, he waved his right hand to Reiko Sakura, who was standing at the door, and introduced: "This is Reiko Sakura who transferred from the school, please take care of me for the next time!" Before the words fell, the males in the class began to howl excitedly, only in the corridor they were beaten, and a few of them seemed to notice something, and did not dare to make a sound.

Ignoring the noise, he picked a position in the front row that looked fairly clean and motioned for Sakura to sit down, and a guy with a rice noodle head and two nose rings in the back diligently helped Sakura pull out the stool: "Beauty! Have a seat! Have a seat! Ha ha! Please take care of it in the future! After speaking, he licked the corners of his mouth maliciously, took a deep breath, and his expression was very exaggerated.

Wu Liang, whose eyelids were cramping, just wanted to go away, but Sakura had already made a clean move.

grabbed the rice noodles and slammed them on the table, and drank domineeringly: "Chop! I want to be close to the old lady, you are too tender, and you will stay behind when you die! After speaking, he pushed the head in his hand under the table hard, took out a tissue from his schoolbag and wiped the back of the chair that had been touched by the rice noodle head just now.

"You damn......!" Beaten up by the new girl in public, the rice noodle head who suffered a loss and lost face struggled to get up from the ground, shouted uncleanly, and waved his fist at Sakura, who bent over to wipe the chair with his back to him.

"Smack! Bang knock ......! Oh! A series of noises rang out one after another.

Wu Liang, who witnessed the whole process, how could he let his woman suffer, waved his hand and threw the roll call over, quite weighty roll call, "Smack!" The sound slammed into the face of the rice noodle, and the nose that had been smashed by Sakura and was bleeding was completely deformed under this blow. The face was hit so hard that the posture of the rice noodles swinging their fists suddenly became difficult to maintain, and they fell diagonally on the empty seat next to no one, knocking the desk and chair to the ground at the same time, and screaming on the ground.

Wipe the back of the chair, sit honestly next to Sakura as if no one had happened just now, while Wu Liang walked down from the podium, picked up the roll call list that he threw out as a murder weapon, and kicked the back of the head of the rice noodle who was still making noise.

Sakura and Wu Liang are as natural as how many times they have rehearsed, and their flowing movements are pleasing to the eye, but few of the students in the class who were shocked by the atrocities in front of them were in the mood to appreciate this!

Disgusted, he wiped off the blood stains on the clip with the pink shirt he was wearing on the inside of the rice noodle head, Wu Liang walked back to the podium without hurry, threw the clip on the podium table, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote three huge English letters on the blackboard---- "GTK!" ”