Chapter 173: : Teaching place 11

"Ah!" It was a girl who was thrown with such a whip, and a whip mark quickly appeared on her face. She covered her face and rolled on the ground in pain, crying loudly.
"Who is crying?" A gentle, low voice suddenly came from a corner.
Zheng Quzhi felt tight and looked over there quickly. I don't know when, the dean stood on the side of the farm with his hands folded and looked over here, with a smile on his face. But Zheng Quzhi didn't think it was a real smile, instead he had an unclear premonition.
Sure enough, the dean said in the next second: "Crying is a manifestation of cowardice. You have grown up! You can't cry anymore! If you cry, you will be punished."
After speaking, he glanced at the person next to him.
The man knew, took a small box and walked towards the girl. That girl was just one of Zheng Quzhi's freshmen. Seeing the bald man coming here, Zheng Quzhi's heart beat faster and faster.
I saw the bald man dragged the girl out. The number on the girl's clothes was 196. She was not tall, she was only twelve or thirteen years old, but her body was already well developed, and her lordosis was raised.
The bald man dragged No. 196 to the middle of the farm and lifted No. 196's clothes under everyone's attention.
"Ah!" No. 196 was obviously frightened, pulling the corner of his clothes stubbornly, tears smashed down, and the blood, tears and nasal mucus on the welts on his face were mixed.
Sizzle
The clothes were torn, revealing the white bra inside.
Obscene?
Zheng Quzhi's face was cold, and he suddenly realized that he was really a cold-blooded person. If it's someone else, shouldn't it be able to stand someone who is weaker than yourself being bullied in front of you?
"Ah..." There was another sharp scream.
Everyone trembled. No. 196 was not molested. The bald man opened the small box, pressed No. 196 in one hand, and took out a long thin needle from the box in the other. Under everyone’s horrified gaze, The needle was pierced through the bra.
When the third needle was inserted, someone finally couldn't help but rushed over. Zheng Quzhi saw that it was the little fat man and was a little surprised. This little fat man looked quite imaginary, but he didn't expect to be the first to stand up.
Before everyone had reacted, he had already slapped the box in the bald man's hand and the needle fell on the ground.
"It's you again." The smile on the dean's face even worsened: "The punishment for the fight yesterday was not enough, right? It doesn't matter. We have many ways to deal with a disobedient child like you."
With that, the two men walked over and framed the little fat man one by one. Zheng Quzhi sighed before he left the teacher and died. After staying here for a long time, even the most passionate people will gradually become numb, like a walking dead.
There was a rustling sound next to him, Zheng Quzhi tilted his head, and after seeing two hundred eyes looking at him, he couldn't help but stretch out his finger to flick his forehead: "Look at your mother!"
Two hundred did not speak, and smiled silly at Zheng Quzhi. Soon there was a red spot on the white forehead, showing the evil Zheng Quzhi had just done to him.
These farming work continued until 2:30 in the afternoon, and everyone was sweating profusely, their faces flushed, and they were all tanned for several degrees, except for two people.
After sitting in the classroom for class, everyone was exhausted. The hot weather made people sleepy. In addition, everyone was tired all morning, so a few people fell asleep without restraint.
But all of them were beaten by the iron ruler on their palms and buttocks. Unlike yesterday, they are now sitting in a large classroom. Everyone is gathered together. There are fewer tables and stools. Everyone sits together in a crowded crowd.
Zheng Quzhi's left is 200, and the right is Gong Qiu, who has reached cooperation. It was still the dean who was in class on the podium, and Zheng Qu took the paper notes and took notes.
The right hand was too crowded to write, so Zheng Quzhi leaned directly to the two hundred side. Anyway, the little boy had no idea what kind of spirit he was walking.
When the two of them got closer, Zheng Quzhi only heard the breath on Er Bai's body a little familiar. Realizing this, Zheng Quzhi missed a few shots of his heart, and almost subconsciously put down the pen and reached out to grab his wrist.
"Huh?" Erbai's face was dumbfounded.
The arm under his palm exudes a lukewarm temperature, Zheng Quzhi's eyes flashed a disappointment, and he quickly released his wrist, pursing his lips without speaking.
I thought that the two people would not be noticed by the dean without making any sound. Unfortunately, the dean’s eyes were so good that he called the name in the next second: "No. 199 and No. 200, you two will be punished for not attending the class carefully. Yeah!"
After speaking, he paused for a moment before beckoning to both of them: "You come up."
Zheng Quzhi's eyelids kept twitching. After the morning meeting, he was already overshadowed by the stage. Thinking of the fate of those who took the stage, he felt a little bit cried.
The waist was lightly stabbed, Zheng Quzhi glanced at the two-hundred boy, and saw that the boy was pale, so he sighed and walked on the stage with his head down.
Two hundred followed closely.
The dean watched quietly for two hundred years, and for a moment, his eyes were a little confused. Soon, his eyes became clear, and he spoke earnestly, "On the 200th, your father said you are too burdensome and too introverted! He likes to steal things again. This habit is very bad. If caught, he will be chopped !"
Erbai shivered fiercely, and her legs kept trembling.
"You should exercise well!" The dean pushed his glasses and looked at Zheng Quzhi: "No. 199, you are sitting on No. 200, No. 200 will do fifty push-ups with No. 199 on your back!"
Zheng Quzhi's eyes turned slightly, but he didn't punish himself?
For a moment, he glanced at the thin two hundred, can this little boy move himself? Could it be that the role has been reversed? He should be the one below?
When he lost his senses, Erbai's silent hands propped on the ground, looking up at him with that delicate face: "Come up."
Zheng Quzhi retracted the gods and sat on Erbai's back without expression. Two hundred was thin and weak, and Zheng Quzhi was afraid that he would not be able to hold it and fell to the ground, so he took his strength.
"No. 199, don't let the water go." The dean looked at Zheng Quzhi with a smile.
Zheng Quzhi's eyes flashed, and the hand hanging to his side grabbed Erba's shoulder, raised his foot, and put all his weight on him. Two hundred is quite upbeat, but she is still holding it steadily.
With constant ups and downs, Zheng Quzhi looked down at Two Hundred's hands, thoughtfully.
The dean didn't waste time on them, and after letting someone supervise them, he continued to talk about the content just now. Most of what he said were rules. What to do and what not to do has become the content of a few hours of class.
The taste of sitting on someone else's back was quite fresh. Zheng Qu had a smile on his eyebrows, and wanted to say something to make fun of the little bastard, but he had to hold back because of someone watching.