The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

To be honest, Qin Fan always thought that he was a kind, kind, sunny and handsome promising young man.

But Sun Dewen's sincere words hurt his heart.

What does it mean to kill a teacher or a student?Am I the kind of person who advocates the use of violence?

Qin Fan's face was longer than that of a horse, and he said in a loud voice: "I heard from Xiong Zhenghu and the others that your strength is not bad. Let's practice some other time?"

"No, Director Qin, you can't make this joke!" Sun Dewen said quickly: "I'll go take care of your business right away. Goodbye."

Beep... The phone hung up. I guess Sun Dewen was frightened. A master from the Nima Realm challenged a warrior from the Xuan Realm to a duel. Do you want to show some respect?Don’t you know the difference between the two?

Qin Fan smiled softly, sent a few screenshots of the chat to Sun Dewen, and said, "This is something that can prove my innocence. You can run it yourself."

After playing for so long, it was almost brewing. At this time, the condensed storm rolled out wildly, which was guaranteed to make Yuan Hua lose his blood. No matter how much energy he had, it was useless.

In fact, Qin Fan thought too much. The Yuan family didn't have the energy to ask the Education Department. The reason behind this was that the Yuan family asked the Zhao family for help. Zhao Dezhu said a word and the situation became clear instantly. This is the status of the Zhao family.

Nominally speaking, Qin Fan had been expelled, so naturally he no longer had to go to class. He wandered out of the office building, wondering if he should go to Li's house.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, his eardrums were shaken by a sharp howl. Qin Fan turned around and saw a dozen young people dressed as students sitting against a wall. In front of them were two outdoor high-power Bluetooth speakers, those harsh sounds are coming from this speaker.

"Kick the devil teacher out of the school!"

The students were sitting listlessly, some were playing with their mobile phones, and some were even playing Landlords, having a great time.

The fast-paced era is like this. Everything should be done with the word "quick". Things should be done quickly and efficiently, novels should be fast and rhythmic, and going to bed should be quick and enjoyable. On the other hand, if something lasts for a long time, it will not be done again. Someone pays attention.

Anyone who can get into Peng University is basically not a fool. There are many people who are wise and know that this matter is not as simple as it seems. Otherwise, the school would have made a warning to others and fired the teacher involved. What good would it do to the school to hold on like this?

The parade caused a sensation in the school on the first day, the atmosphere reached a climax on the second day, and the third day was spent freshly, leaving only indifference.

Nowadays, the students passing by can only glance at him twice, but their hearts don’t move at all.

Qin Fan raised his feet and walked closer. The students looked up at him and then continued to do their own things.

"Cough cough!"

Qin Fan clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed dryly.

"What's up?"

A student who was playing games on his mobile phone said impatiently.

Qin Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You are the only one who is still demonstrating. You don't even know that the person involved is in front of you. He said calmly and calmly: "I think you are shouting so hard. Do you have a grudge against this Qin Fan?"

The student looked him up and down. He was dressed in casual clothes and was no more than 25 years old. He was a proper college student. He liked to ignore him and said, "It's none of your business?"

"I'm just curious, how much money did Yuan Hua give you to do such a shameless thing?" Qin Fan said with a mocking look on his face.

The student's face turned the color of pig liver, he pointed at Qin Fan and cursed: "You are paralyzed, believe it or not, I will kill you?"

"Come on, come on, I'm right here. If you have the guts, come and do it." Qin Fan hooked his right hand with a very unsatisfied expression.

"Damn Brother Liu, this is the teacher named Qin!" A student stared at him for a while and finally recognized Qin Fan.

"What?" Brother Liu's expression changed, and then he sneered: "What about the teacher? We are students, how dare he do it?"

Qin Fan smiled sinisterly. Originally, he wanted to reason with these people calmly. After all, they were almost finished and there was no need to cause more trouble at this time.

However, the student's provocative words instantly aroused his anger.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that students who are naughty and always do bad things are probably useless. Use rattan to stew pork. One piece is effective, two pieces will cure it. It is purely natural, cures kidney deficiency, and does not contain sugar.

Suddenly, Qin Fan stepped in front of Brother Liu and hit his nose hard with his right fist. Blood spurted out immediately. The blow was so heavy that you could clearly hear the sound of the nose bone breaking.

"what!"

Brother Liu flew out, and his screams shook the sky. Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that he would really dare to take action.

Qin Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he sneered: "I've taken action, what can you do?"

The students were completely shocked. One person shouted: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming, the teacher is beating the students in public!"

This trick was very useful. The students who were wandering around came around in twos and threes and pointed at Qin Fan and the others.

Brother Liu stood up with the help of two people. He covered his nose with his hands, blood seeped out from between his fingers, and yelled: "I will definitely kill you when I step on the horse!"

He was indeed angry. Young people have strong self-esteem. The last time he cursed him, he would have been sulky for a few days, let alone being beaten in the street.

The physical pain is second, and the main thing is the psychological harm...Do you know how much harm a big spindle can do to college students?

Brother Liu said angrily: "I've been beaten, why are you still standing there, do it, I will be responsible if something goes wrong!"

With these words, the students who were traveling with him were relieved. They knew that Brother Liu had the support of Mr. Yuan, so there was no need to take a young teacher seriously.

Seven or eight people placed fragile items such as mobile phones on the ground, and then rushed forward with grins on their faces.

Qin Fan stood there without moving, just watching with cold eyes. He waited until they rushed in front of them and then raised his foot.

There was a "bang" sound, and a student who was at the front was kicked in the stomach, flew three or four meters away, and lay on the ground screaming miserably.

Qin Fan's momentum increased instead of decreasing. He pressed forward with three punches and two kicks, knocking everyone down.

The onlookers were stunned, and a student wearing glasses exclaimed: "Awesome, is this the legendary martial arts master?"

"But if a teacher hits a student, I'm afraid there will be no good consequences."

"You can't blame him. If I were so disgusted, I wouldn't be able to help but do something."

"Pull him down. With your little arms and legs, you must be the one who was beaten."

There was endless discussion among the students, explaining their own opinions.

"What happened? Get out of the way!"

Several security guards separated the crowd, hurriedly came to Qin Fan, and said, "You are so courageous, do you dare to fight in school?"

Judging from what he said, the security guard regarded Qin Fan as a student.

"I didn't fight, but was forced to defend myself. If you don't believe it, there are so many of them, and I am the only one," Qin Fan said.

The security guard glared and shouted to disperse the surrounding students, "Scatter, disperse, there's nothing interesting to see, don't block the way, the Security Office will handle other matters..."