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Chapter 74: The second type of serial crit

There is a square built in A University, which is located in the center of the entire campus and is the most active place in the entire school.

Above the square, relying on two high-rise buildings, the Electronic Laboratory Building and the Art Pioneer Building, there is a huge wave-shaped display screen. Usually, all organized group viewing activities in the school are arranged here.

Ada itself has a long history and always likes to do some retro stuff.

No, since the square was built with the new campus, the school has launched a "market event".

The launch of the market activity is, firstly, to give students a novel experience; secondly, it is also hoped to encourage students to communicate with each other and open up their own social space; of course, if some students can be self-reliant and earn extra money through this

If so, that would be even better.

Because of safety concerns, the large market has always been closed to the public.

But precisely because of this, students can let go of their hands and boldly show their imagination and hands-on ability in the market.

Therefore, the stalls in the market can be said to be of all kinds.

All kinds of imitations of ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and all kinds of strange things appear one after another, which is simply dazzling and dizzying.

The liveliness of the market can be compared with that of a carnival. Of course, a large market is much more orderly than a carnival.

Therefore, what college students like most is the market held every half month.

However, the day when Business Management Class C went on strike happened to be the day when the market opened again.

Nine o'clock in the morning is exactly the time when the market begins to get crowded.



When Wang Chen led Dong Zhi and Ye Xingyun to the entrance of the square, they saw many people "swarming" towards the center of the square.

Because the square of University A is large. It is 200 meters long from north to south and 100 meters wide from east to west. It can accommodate about 50,000 to 60,000 people at one time; and the full-time students of University A (including undergraduates, graduate students, and postdoctoral students)

Together with all the faculty and staff, there are only 50,000 people. Therefore, at the beginning of this semester and many staff are not available, there is a flow of about one or two thousand people in front of us, which is really not crowded.

Dong Zhi and the other three walked towards the crowd while grabbing the classmates they saw as they passed by.

Just like that, they grabbed each other as they walked. By the time they squeezed into the center of the square, the thirty people from Business Management Class C had gathered together.

Normally, a group of people full of complaints would have endless complaints when they got together; however, at this moment, all of them were silent.

Oh, it should be said that the current crowd in the square (including those who are still pouring into the square) are all silent.

Everyone held their breath and quietly looked up at the display screen occupying one side of the square.

At this time, rows of conspicuous words were scrolling on the display screen.

Along with the text on the display screen, there was an emotional voice, sonorous and powerful coming from the loudspeaker of the display screen:

"Now playing the missing person revelation:

Wang Chen, male, 18 years, 5 months and 3 days old, 1.83 meters tall, with an accent from City A. His Mandarin is standard, and he is currently an organizing committee member of Business Management Class C. He has a round face and a dark complexion, often with a black

Sunglasses on top of head...



Dong Zhi. Female, eighteen years, five months and six days old. She is 1.63 meters tall. She has a Beijing accent and standard Mandarin. She is currently the disciplinary committee member of Class C of Business Management. She has a long face, fair complexion, and a grain of hair at the corner of her eyebrows.

Red spot nevus...



These thirty children ran away after class yesterday and have not returned to class yet. The teacher leading the team is patiently searching for them, hoping that kind-hearted teachers and students will tell them to come back.



Students of Business Management Class C, come back! The teachers are waiting for you, your studies are looking forward to you, and the military training in the near future is looking forward to you!

Come back! Children! Don’t let the teacher do more tricks! Just a reminder, if you don’t come back in the morning, I will post photos in the afternoon! Hehehehe..."



The display screen finished playing once and then started to repeat the broadcast again.

On the square, two to three thousand people stood silently. They were silent, not because they were moved, nor because they were curious, but because the magical "hehehe" sound just now lingered endlessly in their minds.

Everyone: (─.─|||... From now on, we will no longer exclude those crazy kids. Among thousands of teachers, they accurately hit such a leading teacher. How unlucky are these unlucky kids?

!



School of Economics. Dean’s Office

The fat, amiable dean looked helplessly at Han Zihe, who was sitting across from him, sipping tea leisurely, and said with a wry smile: "Teacher Xiao Han, it's great to be creative, but... you have to take it easy.

Come on! Aren't you afraid that other parents will come to settle accounts with you?"

After hearing this, Han Zihe lightly shrugged his shoulders and said in a bachelor's manner: "If I really want to come here, I'll just say that you taught me and you asked me to do this."

Mr. Dean:⊙﹏⊙‖i...Teacher Xiao Han, is it really okay to blame me in front of me?

A smile appeared on Han Zihe's face: "Mr. Dean, what are you afraid of? Firstly, I have not punished you corporally, secondly, I have not insulted my character, and thirdly, I have not attacked mentally. What can their parents say when they come? In addition, their children make mistakes on their own.

First of all, the school is taking advantage of it!... The parents come to see you, tell them the reason why you let me lead the team, tell them frankly that their children have harmed the interests of the school, and see what they can do... In this way, they can only do well

Children who manage their own children have no reason to trouble the school... After all, A University is not an ordinary existence!"

After saying that, Han Zihe put the tea cup in his hand on the coffee table: "Mr. Dean, don't blame me for pushing it on you. After all, I am a seconded teacher. Without your request, I wouldn't go through such trouble, right?

"

Looking at the time, Han Zihe stood up and said goodbye to the dean: "Thank you, Mr. dean, for the fragrant tea! I have to go back to class. I guess a group of returning geese have arrived by now."

Watching Han Zihe walk away, the dean walked around the office twice with his hands behind his back and a grimace on his face. Finally, he simply walked to another office: "Old man! Come and provide some support!"



On the square, students from Class C of Business Management hid their faces and walked away.

Thirty people and thirty green faces all appeared in the resident classroom.

Not five minutes after they came back, Han Zihe came in with a smile.

"Oh, not bad! The on-screen broadcast works quite well!"

Thirty aggrieved classmates, under Dong Zhi's "stand up" command, all stood up and said: "Teacher, we are back!"

Dong Zhi suppressed the anger rising in his chest and looked at Han Zihe: "Teacher Han, please rest assured that since we are returning to class now, from now on until the end of the military training, we will definitely cooperate with your training seriously!... Like

This situation will never happen again today! ... Please also ask you to stop the display screen in the square!"

When the students in the class heard what Dong Zhi said, they thought of the scene in the square. When they thought of that scene, their faces made them feel uncomfortable!

Shameful! Really shameful!

Hurry up and shut up that broken display! Let it stop!

They really can't afford to lose this person!



Thinking of this, thirty pairs of eyes looked towards the podium full of hope.

But on the podium, Han Zihe's next words almost made them spit out blood. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!
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