Chapter 4 My name is Ling Fei, also known as Teacher Ling!

  Shanghai No. 8 Middle School has always been said to be the cradle of top students, and countless parents have tried every means to get their children into this school.

  At this time, a very discordant voice appeared in the quiet campus: "Classmates of Class 3, Grade 1! Please surrender immediately! You have been surrounded! Surrender immediately!"

  A middle-aged man with a big belly stood on the playground, followed by more than a dozen teachers. The only thing they had in common was that they all held riot shields and wore safety helmets.

  A sly-looking teacher leaned in close to the man: "I say, Director, why don't we call the police? These students are really too unruly..."

  Who would have thought that the man's resolute wave of his hand, with a face full of anger, said: "No! Our school's affairs must be settled by ourselves! I want to use my hands representing justice! To personally judge these stubborn social parasites!"

  If students see this director, they will definitely take a detour. The notorious tyrant of the eighth middle school, Director Liu, is nicknamed "the devil's butler" by students. If any student commits a small offense in his hands, it's better to die than to live.

  Liu Daqiang held the loudspeaker in his hand and shouted at the teaching building: "Classmates of Grade One (Three)! This is the last warning! If you don't surrender, I will replace justice to punish you!"

  In the teaching building, several students held water guns in their hands, with a vigilant look on their faces, leaning against the window and occasionally looking out at Liu Daqiang and others.

  One of the boys took out a walkie-talkie and said in a low voice, "Zhan Yan, the housekeeper is outside, get ready with water balloons, and when I give the order, everyone will throw them downstairs together!"

  "Roger that, weapons are ready, over."

  Liu Daqiang saw that there was no movement in the teaching building, thinking that the students of Class 3, Grade 1 were afraid, so he waved his hand and put on a commanding officer's airs: "Comrades! The day to eradicate the tumor of Class 3, Grade 1 has arrived! Attack!"

  On the third floor of the teaching building, the windows were packed with students from Class 3 of Grade 1, holding water balloons of various colors, just waiting for Liu Daqiang to rush over and smash him to death.

  Battle... one spark will ignite...

  "Wait! Wait a minute!" A soft voice echoed from afar, and Mu Rong Shi Mei, who had come to the school to ask Ling Fei to be a teacher that day, rushed over hastily.

  The students upstairs stopped moving at the same time, and it seemed that Murong Shimei's prestige among the students was still very high.

  Murong Shimei ran to Liu Dajiang's face, panting and said: "Liu... Director Liu, I... I... I helped the first year (three) class... find... found the head teacher..."

  Liu Daqiang hummed: "Teacher Murong, if it weren't for your face... I wouldn't have given this group of tumors so much time. But look, the last class teacher was driven away by anger! Who will come this time?"

  Murong Shimei firmly believed that Ling Fei would come, and Ling Fei had called her in the morning, saying he would definitely go to school for an interview before noon. Murong Shimei didn't know why she trusted this sloppy man who she had only met once.

  Murong Shimei nodded and said seriously to Liu Daqiang, "I've found an excellent teacher... I believe he will definitely lead Class One (Three) back on the right track!"

  Liu Daqiang didn't say a word, he just hummed to express his dissatisfaction, but still stopped the so-called "attack". He said angrily: "Mu Rong teacher, I'll give you another chance. If that teacher doesn't come before noon, don't blame me for reporting to the Education Bureau and getting rid of this group of troublemakers!" Mu Rong Shimei let out a sigh of relief, but she didn't know that Ling Fei was still waiting at the bus station for the bus to arrive. Today, Ling Fei looked like he had dressed up carefully, but his so-called careful dressing only consisted of a pair of plain glasses, sky blue tight-fitting jeans, black sports shoes, and a short-sleeved white T-shirt with some English words that he couldn't understand written on it.

  Looking at the station next to the crowded people, Ling Fei looked at his watch again and again, and in his heart he was also secretly regretting why he didn't drive Zheng Dong's Lincoln, but thinking about it, Chen Laoshi's words came to mind, wanting to be a model for students.

  He coughed lightly, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and suddenly found that there was no lighter in his pocket. He looked at the silver-haired high school student next to him who was savoring a cigarette.

  He swaggered past, seemingly oblivious to his earlier epiphany: "Hey kid, lend me a light."

  The high school student looked at Ling Fei's baby face and the fierce expression he forced out, which looked very comical. He sneered: "Little kid smoking what? Go home and play with mud!"

  Ling Fei was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that his rugged goatee had fallen off, and his hair, which he had specially curled, looked very smooth and natural, making him appear not too old.

  Ling Fei hated it the most when others called him a little kid, at 26 years old he was still being called a little kid, especially since he was a high school student, as a man he couldn't tolerate it, let alone Ling Fei this "special one".

  Ling Fei's face turned black with rage, the cigarette tucked behind his ear, he glared at the high school student who was slightly shorter than him: "What the hell are you saying?"

  High school students are not soft persimmons either, and they can't bear to show weakness. They raise their heads: "I say, little fart... ah!" Before the second half of the sentence is finished, Ling Fei grabs his silver-white hair and smashes it against the iron pillar of the bus station sign. It takes three or four crashes before stopping, and the bus station sign is shaken to the point of collapse.

  That high school student was covered in blood, feeling as if there were hundreds of snowflake TVs shaking in front of him. He fell to the ground, covering his head and groaning. The people waiting for the bus nearby had wanted to persuade Ling Fei, but seeing how ruthless he was, they all pretended not to have seen anything.

  Ling Fei first pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

  "Kid, uncle is teaching you to be low-key, or else you'll suffer in the future when you enter society..."

  After that, he shamelessly put the lighter in his pocket and said something that almost made the high school student vomit blood: "This lighter is considered tuition fees, isn't it cheap enough?"

  After finishing speaking, Ling Fei took a glance at his watch and found that there was no time to lose. He suddenly became anxious, threw away the cigarette in his mouth, and hailed a taxi.

  "Master! Quick...! Eighth Middle School!" The high school voice inadvertently heard Ling Fei's words, gritted his teeth and stood up. "Damn it, you're from Eighth Middle School, I'll definitely destroy you!"

  Inside the eighth middle school, the atmosphere was also very tense. Muyong Shimei's face was anxious, and Liu Daqiang's face had a few more impatient expressions. "Teacher Muyong, time is up... these poisonous tumors must be pulled out of the sacred campus!"

  Murong Shimei was about to say wait a bit, when suddenly, outside the No. 8 Middle School, there was a sharp screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground. The taxi made a beautiful drift and stopped steadily in front of the gate of No. 8 Middle School.

  Ling Fei covered his mouth and got off the car, handing 15 yuan to the driver with a bitter smile. "Brother, your driving skills are not bad..." The driver looked proud: "Of course! I was once the number one racing god on the Ring Snake Track!"

  Ling Fei didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, thanked him and looked at the school gate, sighed: "Sacred campus! Lovely students! Your teacher is here!"

  As he spoke, Ling Fei walked into the campus with his head held high and chest out, while Liu Daqiang looked at him with a gaze that seemed to think he was crazy, and complained to Murong Shimei: "Is this the teacher you found? He looks like he just got out of a mental hospital."

  Ling Fei didn't hear the words, but he saw the crowd of teachers and Mu Rong Shu Mei on the playground, quickly walking forward, using his sharp eyes to quickly identify Liu Da Qiang as the person with the highest official position.

  "Hello, hello! I'm the new teacher, my name is Ling Fei, you can also call me Teacher Ling."

  Liu Daqiang loudly said: "Little brat, have you graduated from junior high school?"

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