real fake

My mind turned quickly, and now I almost understand what Zhang Zhongliang, the director of the Political and Educational Department, was planning. He first threatened me with a slap in the face to scare me off, and then asked me to copy the self-criticism and take all the blame.I have to say, he really bluffed me, and those words hit me where it hurts.

For example, I can’t afford the medical expenses, and I also don’t have the money to hire a lawyer if I go to court.

But if I had copied that self-criticism, I would have admitted my mistake voluntarily. In case Zhang Zhongliang didn’t count, with that self-criticism, it would be too late for me to hire a lawyer.

The current situation is a dilemma. It is impossible not to write, and it is even more impossible to write.

Originally, it was just a fight between students, and usually it was just a big incident turned into a small incident, but I didn't expect it to get to this point this time.

This is the sadness of having no power and no relationship. If my parents were leaders in the Education Bureau, would Zhang Zhongliang dare to punish me?That Zhang Xianwu dares to lead someone to beat me?I'm afraid it's too late to flatter me.

Zhang Xianwu of Dog Day!

"It's been so long in the toilet, you're laying golden eggs." Chen Biao urged outside.

Lay your uncle's golden eggs.

I cursed in my heart, thought about it, and a crazy look appeared on my face, you are insidious, so don't blame me for being insidious too.

I first sent a message to Wang Li at the same table, and then asked him to help me find the class teacher Yang Xiuying, and asked the class teacher to come to the office of the Political and Education Office immediately.Wang Lihui: "I'm in class now, are you in such a hurry?"

"It's very urgent. It's about whether I can continue to stay in school. Brother, help me this time, and next time I go to the mountain of swords and the oil pan, and I will do whatever I want."

"Okay, I'll go to the head teacher right away." Wang Li agreed.

"Remember to call me when you are about to get to the political and religious office."

After I returned, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was quite sad to think about it. I couldn’t find Yang Xiuying by myself. One reason was that Chen Biao was waiting outside. The second reason was that I called Yang Xiuying directly, and she would definitely Ask a lot of questions, whether you are willing to come or not.

After sending the message, I walked out of the toilet, slowly returned to the office of the Department of Political Affairs and Education, and sat on the chair again.

"Hurry up and write." Zhang Zhongliang urged impatiently.

"He's in it, I can't write any more." I pointed at Chen Biao.

"You kid looking for a fight?" Chen Biao glared at me.

"Captain Chen, you go out first." Zhang Zhongliang gave up on Chen Biao, and after the latter went out, he went to lock the door behind him, and then turned his head to look at me, "Is this the way to go?"

"Director Zhang, if I write a self-criticism, will you really keep your promise and stop bothering me?" I asked.

"of course."

"I do not believe you."

"Uh!" Zhang Zhongliang was taken aback, "Boy, do you want to make things big?"

"Yes, I just want to make things worse." I said in a deep voice, "It is a tragedy for the school to have a teacher like you in Shiyi Middle School. It is a misfortune for your family that you gave birth to a bastard son."

"You dare to scold me?" Zhang Zhongliang glared at me.

"You're paralyzed."

"You curse again!"

"I hate you, uncle."

"Looking for a fight!" Zhang Zhongliang rushed over, grabbed my collar, and wanted to hit me with his fist, but when his fist was less than ten centimeters away from my face, he stopped abruptly, because he saw my naked face. smiled.

"Why? Don't you dare to fight?" I said contemptuously.

"You think I'll fall for you? You're too tender." Zhang Zhongliang let go of his hand again, he really didn't dare to hit him.

"If you don't fight, then I will." I laughed again.

"You still want to hit me?"

"No, no, why did I hit you?" I shook my head repeatedly, and the moment the phone in my pocket rang, I immediately swung my right fist and hit myself directly on the side of the face.

Zhang Zhongliang looked at me abusing myself, he was completely dumbfounded!

"Mr. Zhang, please don't hit me...ah!"

I swung my fist again and hit my nose, blood was flowing.But I didn't stop at all.I rushed straight towards a cabinet with files, my shoulder hit the cabinet, the glass shattered with a "ping-pong" sound, and I yelled: "Mr. Zhang, I will never touch you again. My son has lost a single hair, please don't...don't hit me again."

It hurts, it really hurts.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhongliang was horrified.

There was a vase on the table, I showed more crazy eyes, rushed over again, grabbed the vase, and hit it directly on the head, this time it hurt even more, blood flowed down my forehead, instantly my whole face turned into Bloody face.

Zhang Zhongliang panicked and backed away again and again. I gritted my teeth to resist the severe pain, rushed over, and hugged Zhang Zhongliang's thigh: "Don't hit me again."

"Go away, what are you doing?" Zhang Zhongliang pushed me away violently.

"Director Zhang, open the door!"

Outside the door, Yang Xiuying's voice finally sounded.

The savior has finally arrived.

Chapter Table of Contents Chapter 8 All Depends on Acting Skills

I quickly got up, rushed to the door, opened the door, and shouted in the most miserable voice: "Auntie save me, Teacher Zhang is going to kill me."

"What's wrong?" Yang Xiuying asked in surprise.

"Teacher Zhang threatened me to copy the self-criticism, and if I refused, he would beat me." I replied with a full face of aggrieved voice, the voice was so loud that almost the whole floor could be heard. Next to the office of the Political and Education Office, there were several vice principals' offices. , They all came over, and seeing me, who was sad and weeping, glared at Zhang Zhongliang.

"Isn't this attack too harsh?"

"That's right. I usually heard that Zhang Zhongliang was very strict with students who made mistakes. He beat and kicked him every now and then. It turned out to be true."

Several teachers immediately started talking.

Zhang Zhongliang's whole face twitched when he heard this discussion. Now he finally understood why I hit myself, and quickly explained: "I...why did I hit you? You hit yourself, What's the matter with me?"

"You still don't admit it after beating someone? Don't you admit that you forced me to write a self-criticism? The self-criticism is still here." I took the self-criticism out of my pocket.

"Director Zhang, what's going on?"

A bald middle-aged teacher came over, glared at Zhang Zhongliang and questioned him.He is my Chinese teacher and the vice principal of the school. His name is Yao Jingping.

"I...I...he beat my son to the hospital. I called him here today just to educate him. I really didn't beat him." Zhang Zhongliang continued to explain.

"It means that your son did have a feud with him, right?" Yao Jingping said coldly.

"This...he really hit himself."