The scoundrels in society always like to disguise themselves as weak to gain sympathy and reap benefits.
It was obvious that Mrs. Dong in front of me was such a person.
There are many ways to deal with Mrs. Dong.
With Wang Ling's current state, he could send the old lady into the atmosphere and travel through outer space in less than the blink of an eye!
Then straight to the Milky Way!
Let her spend the rest of her life side by side with the sun!
Or, a simpler method is to directly open the eye of the sky, summon the inner flame of the star... and perform a live performance to spread the ashes.
However, Wang Ling didn't want to be troublesome.
Except for those shadow stream killers who regarded human life as nothing, Wang Ling had never personally killed anyone. His father and mother had taught him since he was a child that students should act like students, and don’t think about it.
Work hard to get ahead, study down-to-earth, and the most important thing... is to abide by the core values of cultivation.
Now is the era of spiritual power informationization. In the context of the era of scientific cultivation, killing people cannot solve any problems!
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Finally, Mrs. Dong waved her sleeves and left without taking away a single cloud, but with a suitcase in her arms.
"I didn't expect that today's young people would be so generous!" Mrs. Dong sighed inwardly and was ecstatic. A total of five million! She has been working on this street for more than ten years... and she has never been able to do anything like this night.
The harvest is much greater.
Wang Ling watched Old Mrs. Dong leave with an expression of indifference. The porcelain gang seemed to be difficult to deal with, but in the end they were still unable to withstand the powerful transformation technique he had wielded...
Mrs. Dong thought she was holding a suitcase full of cash, but in fact it was just a heavy broken stone.
Keep a low profile and handle with care...
Since this is a problem that can be solved with magical powers.
Wang Ling's principle has always been: Don't do anything if you can't do it.
Otherwise, if a fight breaks out, the city may collapse, or the earth may be destroyed... This is not what Wang Ling wants to see.
This time, Wang Ling used a total of two magical powers.
The first one was the "Great Transformation Technique" performed on Mrs. Dong.
The second magical power was used on the stone held in Mrs. Dong's hand.
This technique is called "Great Mantra Technique" and it has extremely powerful brainwashing power.
Once Mrs. Dong brings the stone back to the Pengci Gang, the core values of cultivation that Wang Ling carved on the stone will be activated immediately.
Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness... By then, all Pengci parties will be purified by the twenty-four mantras!
Watching Mrs. Dong's back disappearing at the end of the road, Wang Ling couldn't help but sigh in his heart: For all these living beings, it was really hard for him!
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"Huh? Why did the old lady leave holding a stone?"
This scene made the friends a little confused.
"Perhaps after the ban on square dancing was imposed, coupled with the unfilial piety of the children and their unhappy lives in their later years... they were mentally stimulated." Lin Xiaoyu analyzed carefully.
"If the old man's spiritual world is rich enough, who would deliberately touch porcelain to find excitement." Lotus Sun also shook her head.
Therefore, after a heated discussion, everyone came to a conclusion - in the final analysis, it is all the fault of the system and the fault of the world!
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Wednesday of the third week of school, eight o'clock in the morning.
Liang Wei returned to the student union office with a swollen face because he was beaten by old men and women from the Pengci Gang.
The lumps on the head were stacked together like several steamed buns.
Even Tang Jingze was stunned for a moment when he saw it: "Classmate, who are you looking for?"
Liang Wei: "..."
Fang Huaqing pushed up his glasses. Although Liang Wei looked miserable at this time, carrying a pile of large and small Wangzi steamed buns, Fang Huaqing still saw the essence through the phenomenon, and recognized Liang Wei from the iconic big lips:
"What's going on with you?"
Liang Wei covered his face and was about to cry without tears, and wailed in grief and anger: "I was beaten."
"What's going on?" Tang Jingze asked.
Liang Wei took out a regional morning newspaper and slapped it on the table. Then Tang Jingze saw that in the densely packed newspaper, the headline of today's regional news was written in bold bold letters on the front page - Peiyuan District Pengci Branch Gang
During the uprising last night, old men and women paid stolen money and surrendered themselves to the police station one after another to praise the core values of cultivation...
No one knows what went crazy with these old men and women... Under the leadership of Mrs. Dong, they vigorously completed their rebellion overnight.
Payment of payment... surrender of surrender... The entire Peiyuan District Pengci Gang branch is now under the leadership of Mrs. Dong, threatening to break away from the Pengci General Gang and change its name to the Harmony General Bureau...
And when he thought of what happened last night, even though Liang Wei was a grown man, his eyes couldn't help but turn red with grievance.
As an employer, when Liang Wei hired Mrs. Dong yesterday, he made an appointment for a meeting place this morning. He planned to go and inspect the results in person.
But what Liang Wei never expected was that when he was halfway there, he was surrounded by Mrs. Dong and a group of muscular old men in a small corner.
At this time, Mrs. Dong's temperament was completely different from last night. There was a red silk ribbon with the word "harmony" tied on her arm. She stared at Liang Wei with a sharp voice and muttered something in her mouth.
Those twenty-four mantras...
Liang Wei could no longer remember what Mrs. Dong said at that time.
After Mrs. Dong finished reciting the twenty-four words of the mantra, she took out a red book and began to read aloud: "In view of classmate Liang Wei's malicious hiring of porcelain touchers and disrupting social order, the verdict of the trial will be announced below!
"Then, Mr. Dong waved his hand and directly condemned the crime - "the crime of anti-revisionism and harmony!"
Immediately afterwards, several muscular old men came over...
Although Mrs. Dong is an ordinary person, it does not mean that there are no cultivators in the Pengci Gang.
If it was only Mrs. Dong, Liang Wei could handle it. Unfortunately...the eight old men surrounding him were all in the foundation building stage!
After that, there is no more.
Liang Wei didn't even shout out, but after eight old men took turns bullying him inhumanely, he returned to school with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Tang Jingze: "..."
Fang Huaqing: "..."
Now, Tang Jingze and Fang Huaqing really felt like they had seen a ghost.
Ever since those people from No. 60 Middle School arrived here yesterday, there has been constant turmoil.
Now, even the stubborn old men and women of the Pengci Gang have managed to bring things back to order overnight!
——This Tamar is still playing nonsense!
Tang Jingze's heart is quite complicated right now.
The planned slap in the face was foiled by the opponent, and even the revenge plan was repeatedly disrupted by some mysterious force... It was clearly the foundation of their 59th Middle School. As a result, these people from the 60th Middle School...
Not only did they come in openly, but they also planted a red flag on their territory!
This is absolutely intolerable!
Tang Jingze stared out the window and sighed secretly: "Now that things have come to a point, it seems that we can only ask the senior to take action..."
"……It's him?"
Speaking of "that senior", both Fang Huaqing and Liang Wei suddenly understood.
Because of this situation, we can only ask the senior to help. This is probably the only way that No. 59 Middle School can get back a win.
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There are always two delinquents in every school, there are them in No. 60 Middle School, and No. 59 Middle School is certainly no exception.
Seeing that there were still two days left before the end of the exchange meeting, Tang Jingze's "humiliation" plan for everyone in the No. 60 Middle School not only failed so far, but had the opposite effect. He shot a rock and swollen his own toes.
No matter what, with two days left, Tang Jingze still felt that it was necessary to earn back some face...
In the morning, the No. 59 Middle School students, headed by Tang Jingze, gathered together to find the legendary bad senior, He Bufeng.
When the wind blows on campus, there will be no storm... This is the meaning of the name of Mr. He.
kindness……
Generally speaking, it is very consistent with this bad style. Anyway, just by listening to the name, you can tell that this senior always wants to make big news and is an extremely restless existence.
Tang Jingze actually knew little about the origin of Senior He. He only knew that Senior He Bufeng had a code name of "8823".
This string of numbers does not represent the student number, nor does it refer to any specific item, but refers to the total score of all subjects obtained by Mr. He from the first enrollment to the present three years, which is only 8823. Created fifty-nine
A record low. And this record has not been broken so far.
You know... all examination subjects are now unified on a thousand-point scale. From the beginning of admission, weekly examinations, monthly examinations and other small tests, the total number does not even exceed 10,000, which sounds a bit sensational.
This year happens to be the third year that senior He Bufeng is repeating his senior year of high school...
All in all, this is a piece of brown candy that even Director Xie finds a headache. If even Tang Jingze hadn't felt that he was too resourceful this time, he wouldn't have asked this "great god" to help the student union vent his anger.
In the morning, Tang Jingze used the current student files recorded in the student union to find the number of the bad senior student, and then made an appointment for a meeting place.
The men's toilet on the second floor of the teaching building is the territory of this delinquent senior student. Students who know the rules will not enter here on their own initiative. Otherwise, the delinquent will probably press his head into the toilet to wash his face.
As the president of the student union, Tang Jingze has of course received many reports, but Tang Jingze behaved like most teachers, choosing to turn a blind eye.
Mainly because of this bad background. Because He Bufeng's grandfather is the current school director behind No. 59 Middle School.
There is such a relationship here. This is the reason why No. 59 Middle School has never expelled this bad delinquent...
"Are you going to make an appointment with Senior He?" Tang Jingze and others arrived on the second floor, and a young man wearing a graffiti vest immediately stopped them.
Tang Jingze glanced at this person's style. He was about 1.7 meters tall. He didn't wear his school uniform jacket well. He tied the sleeves with a bow on both sides of his waist. The most eye-catching thing was the ten-centimetre long head.
The hair...perfectly makes up for the height gap with myself. Looking at the many killers, such a hairstyle is rare and terrifying...
"..." Tang Jingze, Fang Huaqing, and Liang Wei all gasped in unison - this look is really eye-catching!
"Senior...is it convenient now?" Tang Jingze said softly. He felt that he was usually very bad and had bullied many people. But in front of this bad senior, he didn't dare to stand up to him at all.
The Shamate boy snorted, pointed to the men's room on the side, and said with a smile: "Senior has been waiting inside for a long time, let's go in."
This arrogant attitude made Tang Jingze and others couldn't help but twitch their mouths. They looked deeply at the closed men's room, feeling as if they were about to enter a new world, Pandora's Demonic Gate...