No. 24 You're crazy, you're crazy

  "Who can tell me why half of the seats are empty?"

  Wang Jian's hands were propped up on the podium, staring fiercely at the empty seats below, his heart suddenly burning with anger, his hands clenched so tightly that the wooden edges of the podium creaked.

  Ye Wen also followed Wang Jian's line of sight and took a look around, then just smiled awkwardly, standing there not knowing what to say.

  "What I hate most is this, it's not just about skipping class, but also refusing free lunch. Is this being true to oneself?"

  Wang Jian had already carefully gone through all the records of Class F when he came. This class is a historical legacy, and it can be said that it is the last class in this school that does not charge tuition fees and boarding fees. Once they graduate, this legendary poor class will never have any successors again.

  But what's even more astonishing is that this class of students were all top scorers in their respective schools during the high school entrance exams. Wang Jian really doesn't know what happened in just a year and a half to turn this originally elite class into a complete failure, not even one teacher was willing to come and be the homeroom teacher for this class.

  "Teacher Wang, Class F should have 41 people, but only 19 are present. One person is on leave and 21 are absent."

  Ye Wen had already seen Wang Jian's ferocity yesterday, so now facing the ferocious Wang Jian, he didn't dare to have any slight difference, and honestly told him about the situation in the class, just like a gentle little chicken.

  Ke Wang Jian suddenly looked like an angry little bird, after hearing Ye Wen's words, he slammed his hand on the table and shouted: "Get me the list of all absentees by noon today!"

  After finishing, Wang Jian rolled his eyes and looked at the remaining nineteen people in the class. Among them, he only knew two: one was Nuo Nuo, who had recovered to her usual self, and the other was Class Monitor Ye Wen. Nuo Nuo seemed not very spirited, with slightly puffy eyes, probably because of Da Wei's matter. However, Wang Jian always believed that this girl wouldn't become like Da Wei's "unworldly" girl just because of this. After all, vanity is an instinct, and this girl was beyond salvation, especially when he saw her show no reaction to Da Wei getting beaten up yesterday.

  The rest of the class looked half-dead, and their drowsy appearance made Wang Jian really want to hang them all on the electric fan and whip them with a belt.

  "Sit up straight!" Wang Jian slapped the desk with force: "Do you know why you're all taking class in this shabby classroom?"

  It has to be said that the only F class in the whole school, their classroom is also the only one in the whole school. All other classrooms are equipped with computers, plasma TVs, air conditioning, not to mention each student being equipped with an Apple laptop and unlimited bandwidth. Their desks and chairs alone are office-style, relatively independent and extremely ergonomic.

  But the classroom where Class F is located is in the original old campus of No. 18 Middle School, a two-story tile-roofed building with sixteen rooms, thirteen of which have become warehouses for sports equipment and daily necessities, two have become workshops for school carpentry and electrical work, and one is the classroom for Class F.

  When other classes are using multimedia to teach, the blackboard in Class F is still shedding its black paint. While other classes surf the internet and discuss global issues during breaks, this group of people in Class F use paper to level up their uneven, broken, and tattered desks and stools.

  This intense contrast and injustice also became the fuse of Wang Jian's anger, he said as he suddenly kicked the broken lectern to the ground, walked out with a killer's face, and called out in a low voice: "Ye Wen, follow me."

  Ye Wen was already in a daze, but being called out by Wang Jian, that scourge of the gods, left him no room for excuses. After all, if Wang Jian told you to die at the third watch, how could you possibly survive till the fifth watch...

  Following a murderous aura, Wang Jian rushed into the teaching building and went straight to the top floor. Ye Wen was out of breath, while Wang Jian stood in front of the director's office door, knocking three times, making the door creak loudly. A lazy voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

  Wang Jian.

  "You're on top now..."

  Before the principal could utter his second sentence, Wang Jian had already lifted his foot and kicked the door open. The stainless steel anti-theft door was dented in the middle of the steel plate, and the lock on the wall was also kicked open. The door swung open, bringing the furious Wang Jian and the stunned principal face to face.

  "You... what do you want to do?" The director covered his chest with both hands: "Don't you want to work anymore?"

  Wang Jian walked up to the director, his hands propped on the desk, his eyes blazing with anger, staring at the director like a hungry wolf.

  "You... you..." The director had never seen such a scene before, his face turned red with fright, and he hastily retreated several steps: "Let's talk it out... let's talk it out."

  "Why is the environment in our class so poor? If you don't give me an answer today, I'll make a big fuss even if it means losing my job."

  As soon as he heard that it was this matter, the director let out a sigh of relief and regained his composure. He patted Wang Jian's shoulder and said with an air of superiority: "Young Wang, you're still too young and too naive. Sometimes you're not mature enough when handling things."

  Wang Jian didn't say a word, just listened as the director continued speaking, his fists already clenched.

  "Little Wang, I'll let bygones be bygones for kicking my door earlier, but your attitude towards your superiors is something that will have to be dealt with..."

  "Hurry up and say it!"

  The principal's chrysanthemum tightened, and his tone changed immediately. He coughed awkwardly twice: "It turns out that the principal of Class 18 signed an agreement with us, and we can't touch a single thread of that class. Of course, we won't move. Our group is a large group with integrity."

  Wang Jian sneered, this sentence sounds quite nice, but I guess it's not hard to hear that this is actually letting them not drive away the original students in the class, rather than not even having a good table.

  So Wang Jian saw the director's ugly face and felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he sat on the table, twirling a pen: "Now that class is mine, I want to swap. The student representative also came, and he also wants to swap."

  Ye Wen, being a young person after all, was also stirred up by Wang Jian's fervor. He took a step forward and stood upright in front of the Dean of Studies, whom he usually didn't dare to look at directly, and said with his head held high: "We also demand unified equipment!"

  "Ah..." The Dean of Studies quietly wiped away a drop of cold sweat from his forehead and said in a flattering tone: "This is not easy to handle, our school's major projects all need to be reported to the Ministry for approval, it'll take at least three months, if not half a year."

  Wang Jian knew he was being fooled, so he stood up: "Then I'll have to think of a way myself."

  After finishing speaking, he took Ye Wen out, leaving only the Dean of Studies with an expression that changed from pretending to be tough to sinister. Just as he was about to slam something, he saw the old principal standing at the door with her arms around her, a strange expression on her face.

  "Principal! This man is a troublemaker, he can't be kept!"

  The director's acting is superb, initially with a gloomy and ruthless expression, but after seeing the principal, it becomes very gentle and full of grievances, almost tearfully accusing Wang Jian of his atrocities.

  The principal merely rubbed his nose, gave a very elegant smile, left behind a sentence "You calm down, I'll go help you call the school worker to repair the door" and then left the teaching affairs office, standing at the highest point of the teaching building, watching Wang Jian's every move.

  As for Wang Jian, he was already quite irritable, but now he has calmed down a bit and asked softly to Ye Wen beside him: "Whose equipment is the best?"

  "Equipment?" Ye Wen was taken aback: "What?"

  "It's which class is most valued."

  Ye Wen thought for a moment: "It should be that Super A, Class 1 of Grade A. We all call him Super A. It's full of rich second generations and super geniuses."

  "Super genius?" Wang Jian smiled: "Nonsense."

  Then Wang Jian followed Ye Wen and came straight to the door of the so-called Super Class A, only to find that Tian Er was teaching a French class inside.

  Wang Jian pointed at the computer on the table and the 70-inch TV on the wall, saying: "Later, you carry the computer, I'll dismantle the TV."

  Ye Wen's face turned green at that time: "Teacher... no..."

  But his block had no effect, Wang Jian directly pushed open the door, under the gaze of Tianran Er and the entire class, began to use the Swiss army knife he carried with him to remove the screws on the TV card foot, and in a few breaths, he dismantled the TV from the wall, put it on his shoulder, and took away a laser pointer.

  When he went out, he kicked Ye Wen's butt with one foot: "Move for me!"

  Ye Wen had no choice but to walk up to the podium, bow to the good students below and Tianran Er, say sorry, then pick up the computer in the classroom and follow Wang Jian.

  The whole class was stunned. Tianran, who was already silly, looked even sillier now, with an innocent and bewildered expression on his face, staring at the students below: "Huh?"

  The students of Super Class A were immediately excited, one by one shouting to get rid of Wang Jian. Now Wang Jian is carrying a TV and walking on the school's main road, just like Chen Zhen carrying the "Sick Man of East Asia" signboard, with Ye Wen following behind him, holding a laptop and pretending to be mighty, his tail wagging all the way up to heaven.

  When he carried the TV into F class's broken classroom, the originally listless students suddenly all perked up, staring intently at Wang Jian as he hammered nails into the wall and then inserted the TV, plugged it in...

  Then a burst of thunderous applause rose into the sky.

  But soon, several hooligans from Super A brought a group of male students to follow him, grabbing Ye Wen and wanting to give him a slap. However, the usually weak Ye Wen pushed him away after glancing at Wang Jian: "What do you want to do?"

  Those dozen people didn't have the heart to care about Ye Wen either, watching TV on the wall and gritting their teeth: "Demolish!"

  Wang Jian pushed his hand against the door and said lightly: "Who dares."

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