Because even the lecture platform was occupied at this time, a thin man with dark skin, probably from the durian country or Malaysia, was holding up a basic cover in his hand with very little fabric.
Women's magazines are being hawked to the audience.
"The latest issue of Playboy, as well as Bowl Street and Dragon Tiger Leopard. It only costs 100 Hong Kong dollars. You can enjoy it tonight. When you get tired of it, as long as it doesn't get too much on it, you can come to me later.
Discount recycling here.
The moment Zhang Pin walked in, with his appearance, many female students screamed. They also stopped their movements and stopped making any sound in order to save their face.
However, the other male students were obviously dissatisfied with the girls' attitude. They deliberately made a noise and made more noise than before.
"The school is a place for teaching and educating people. This is not a vegetable market. Everything sold is confiscated."
Zhang Pin put the specially decorated briefcase on the podium, then looked at the magazine placed by the thin black man on the podium, and spoke righteously.
He originally wanted to pick them up and put them all in his briefcase, and then deal with them when he got back. But when he raised his hand, he remembered that this guy just said that some magazines were recycled.
He was afraid of getting his hands dirty, so he picked up the blackboard eraser and used the back to push away the stacked magazines. Sure enough, except for the bottom which was basically new, the top was obviously all from unknown hands.
Thinking that there might be something stained on it, he just took the basically new one and put it in his briefcase.
Then he continued to tap the table with the blackboard eraser, attracting everyone's attention.
"Teacher, this is me..."
The thin, dark man was obviously a bit unable to react and seemed to want to say something.
"This classmate, what are you doing standing on the podium?"
When Zhang Pin heard what the other party said, he turned around with a surprised look on his face, as if he wasn't the one collecting the magazine just now.
"I, you just..."
The thin black man pointed at the blackboard eraser in his hand. Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted again.
"Oh, are you the student on duty today? Well, the blackboard has been wiped clean. I have to go to class now, so hurry up and get off."
Then he ignored the other party and looked at all the students below.
"I am your substitute teacher today. All students stand up now. We are getting ready for class."
Zhang Pin originally thought that these people are still students after all, and they must have basic respect for their teachers. However, it is obvious that he is still too optimistic about Gui Lao's education, especially since this is Hong Kong Island, even if it is an aristocratic school.
No, after he finished speaking, many female students in the classroom stood up in cooperation, including Xiandi, but none of the male students moved.
Bigger.
The few female students who stood up saw that most of the people in the class did not stand up, and many people looked at them wrongly, so they immediately ignored their infatuation and sat back down again.
Depend on!
Seeing this scene, Zhang Pin suddenly felt a little sad. These people are the hope for the future of Hong Kong Island. This education model, let alone hope, is 100% scum. No wonder there will be so many losers in the future.
If he hadn't met them, Zhang Pin would naturally not be too troublesome, but since he came to school, he still felt that he should teach these people a lesson on what it means to respect teachers.
So he was going to use a few thorns to let them know what it meant to convince people with reason.
And the first people he targeted were the two white-skinned ghost guys who were in high spirits at the moment.
In addition to having objections to their white skin, it is also because from the information obtained, most of the members of this group of transnational terrorists are ghosts, and the two of them do not look like teenage students, plus this
The ability to swallow clouds and smoke was so proficient that he had some guesses that these two guys would have problems.
"The two students in the bottom row of the eighth and ninth groups, yes, the students in front should push them."
Zhang Pin initially wanted to address the person directly by naming him, but after he named him, he was obviously a little high and ignored him.
So he asked the students in front to remind them while he walked over there.
"Are you sure you want to smoke in the classroom?"
With the reminder from the previous students, Lian Ren came back to his senses.
"Hey, if you're a substitute, just teach your class properly. It doesn't matter whether we smoke or not. We don't infringe on each other, do you understand?"
The ghost guy is still very arrogant and obviously doesn't give him any face.
At this time, Zhang Pin also walked up to the two of them. Because they were lying on their backs on the chairs, he could look down at them.
Because he was worried that the smoke produced by the things added to the cigarette would also affect other people, Zhang Pin first opened the window next to him, then he raised his casserole-sized fist and smashed it at the guy who had spoken before.
boom--
Well--
In just one move, with his strength of more than 70 years, he directly smashed the opponent's nose. When the ghost guy reacted, he only had time to cover his own nose, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.
When the other man saw his companion being beaten, he immediately stretched out his foot and kicked him, and then prepared to stand up.
However, Zhang Pin, who was right next to him, obviously moved faster. Before the opponent's leg could be fully lifted, the fist that had just hit the person moved again and continued to hit the opponent's nose.
"Cough cough cough cough - uh uh uh -"
The second guy was even more unlucky. He still had a nearly burned out cigarette in his mouth. At this time, his nose was hit. He subconsciously opened his mouth to breathe air, but the cigarette butt was directly sucked into his throat, burning.
The cigarette butts naturally made him feel uncomfortable.
After taking care of the two ghost guys, Zhang Pin moved and came to the four people playing cards in the middle.
"You guys are just playing cards. Why are you shouting so loudly? I don't know how my lecture voice is quiet. If you continue to make such a noise, how can others learn?"
"And what's wrong with playing at a young age? I want to play baccarat. It seems that the stakes are not small, so I will confiscate it."
Zhang Pin said and collected all the Hong Kong dollars on the table.
The four of them saw that he had just punched the two ghost guys cleanly, but at this time, neither of them had recovered.
Two of them who were timid suddenly did not dare to speak, but the other two who were bolder stretched out their hands to stop him when he was collecting the Hong Kong dollars, and stood up at the same time, as if they wanted to take action.
So Zhang Pin simply gave up on collecting the Hong Kong dollars. Before the two of them got up completely, he reached out to hold down their heads and knocked hard on the four merged tables.
Boom--boom--
Uh-uh-
Their noses were the first to touch the table at the same time, and tears immediately flowed out, and their bodies lost their fighting capacity.