Chapter 183: : Teaching place 21

After seeing the situation on the stage, Zheng Quzhi breathed a sigh of relief. On the stage, the dean was holding a fruit knife to shave one of them's hair. Many boys look at their hair style more than anything else, and don't know if it hurts or because the haircut is about to ruin. The boy with his shaved head was crying on stage with tears.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind, and Zheng Quzhi's body froze. If you remember correctly, Gong Qiu looked like a bald head when he showed his true form, right?
At that time, he was in a hurry to escape by bike, but was pulled by Gong Qiu, he looked back and looked very carefully.
Gong Qiu is not only bald, but there are also many scars on his head. He was still wondering how he could shave his head like this. Now that he thinks about it, he has an explanation.
A sense of tension hits instantly. Gong Qiu died when his bald head and tattoos were destroyed, and his nose and face were swollen. Now he is going to bald his head. Doesn't that mean Gong Qiu is dying?
The process of shaving the head was very slow, and the dean's movements did not look gentle at all. Gradually, blood flowed down his face slowly. The dean's eyes were a little blurred, as if he was intoxicated, and his face was intoxicated.
In the audience, several men took notebooks and pens and asked them to register who they wanted to report and why.
"You said, will we be reported?" Zheng Quzhi looked down at Wei Yan.
"People's hearts are unpredictable." Wei Yan looked into the distance, his eyes turned slightly.
Sometimes, betrayal is just a matter of thought.
When the book was passed to Zheng Quzhi, it was a page that had just been turned. The supervisor stood by him and watched. He couldn't turn back, so he could only bite the bullet and pass the book to Wei Yan.
Zheng Quzhi originally thought that Wei Yan would pass the notebook to another person without hesitation, but he didn't expect that as soon as he took the notebook and pen, he bowed his head and started writing.
Zheng Quzhi:? ? ?
Who did Wei Yan report? Why report? ? ? Wei Yan followed herself all day long, who else could he notice? The person who the will not be reported is yourself, right?
Uneasiness gradually hit, Zheng Quzhi had to quickly divert his attention and look at the stage again.
The heads of two or three people on the stage were pitted with blood, and there was no place. The dean was now standing behind Gong Qiu. His face was full of righteousness and awe-inspiring appearance, and he looked at the front with his teeth red and he was the only one among the five who did not cry.
Have the guts and no brains.
Zheng Quzhi cursed in his heart, Yu Guang saw that the supervising person had already got on stage with the notebook, and couldn't help but lower his head and pulled Wei Yan past his ear and asked in a low voice, "Who did you write about?"
Perceiving Zheng Quzhi's suspicious eyes, Wei Yan's eyes dimmed, and the little milk voice had some icy scum, "It's not you."
As soon as the voice fell, the dean on stage took the notebook and handed the knife to another person, and said loudly: "Children, the list of reports is here! Let's see who has done bad things."
Everyone suddenly became nervous, and the sense of anxiety continued to diffuse.
"No. 179." The dean smiled, "No. 171 reported that you told people yesterday that you would kill your parents as soon as you went out!"
The person named No. 179 was so scared that his face was pale. Before the dean could signal, two men carried No. 179 onto the stage.
"I didn't! It was No. 171 that slandered me!" No. 179 finally recovered his voice and denied it.
"No. 171, have you slandered him?" The dean looked at No. 171 in the audience very well and asked kindly.
No. 171 was also pale, and when he heard the question, he looked like a cat with a blown up hair, and shouted: "No! No. 179 said it! I heard it all!"
The dean nodded, and did not say anything to him, but continued to read: "Report you on the 79th and the 56th..."
In just a few moments, there were already more than 20 people carried on stage. But the contents of the book didn't seem to be finished. When he saw a certain number, the dean paused for a moment and looked up in a certain direction with a smile.
Zheng Quzhi had an ominous hunch in an instant, and as expected, the dean said: "No. 196, report No. 199 to gang."
Number 196?
Zheng Quzhi turned his head in disbelief, and saw No. 196 behind him lowered his head, still timid in the past.
"You..." Before Zheng Quzhi could say anything, two men came and picked him up. Zheng Quzhi was shocked and hurried to see Wei Yan.
Don't him shave his head ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
It is hard to hear what the dean asked No. 196. Zheng Qu knew that his brain was full of squishy. It was not until he was thrown on the stage to kneel before his brain began to turn slowly. However, the dean next said another number. Let him succeed in a daze.
"No. 199, report No. 200 for stealing." The dean read the last one with interest, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
Zheng Quzhi looked up in shock, and Wei Yan reported himself under his name? why? ? ?
Wei Yan was very cooperative and asked the two men to lift him up, his expression looking so innocent and innocent. As soon as he left it, Zheng Quzhi rushed over and cursed in a low voice: "What are you doing in the fun!"
As soon as the voice fell, a whip came over.
Wei Yan narrowed his eyes, subconsciously stretched out his hand when the whip was about to fall on Zheng Quzhi, and grabbed the thick whip to make it immobile.
"Fuck!" The man wielding the whip suddenly became very angry and kicked at Wei Yan. Wei Yan took such a kick abruptly, and everyone was kicked a few meters away.
"Wei..." Zheng Qu knew his pupils were shrinking slightly, and was about to call Wei Yan's name, but suddenly remembered the rules here, and quickly changed his words: "200!"
Wei Yan's expression remained unchanged, he threw away the whip from his hand, and honestly moved to Zheng Quzhi's side. Zheng Quzhi was a little worried, but everyone's eyes were on Wei Yan, and Zheng Quzhi had to hold back.
Hearing the movement, the dean just glanced at them in this direction, then lowered his head again and looked at the content on the paper to think. After a long time, he grinned: "It's evening! It's time to rest!"
Zheng Quzhi stiffened inexplicably, thinking that the dean would not let them go so easily.
Sure enough, the dean said in the next sentence: "You guys are usually too naughty, let the teachers educate you! Let's follow the teacher's room tonight!"
The heart sank in an instant, Zheng Qu knew his hands were shaking slightly, and his brain was running fast. The other people in the square have already disbanded, and there are more than two dozen men standing there with a smile on their faces, looking at the stage with hot eyes, like picking vegetables.
The hand was suddenly squeezed, and Zheng Quzhi tilted his head to meet Wei Yan's gaze.
"Teachers, you have worked hard during this time!" After scanning down, the dean smiled so that the folds at the corners of his eyes were packed together, "Come up and pick someone by yourself, but...this one has to be kept."
Zheng Quzhi, who was knocked on his head by the notebook, was completely angry this time, it! The dean actually coveted his body? ! !
"Get up." A rough man's voice sounded beside him.
Zheng Quzhi tilted his head, and saw the bald man standing in front of Wei Yan, squinting at Wei Yan's delicate face, and reaching out to drag him. Almost subconsciously, Zheng Quzhi pushed away the man's hand: "Go away!"