After Yang Fan figured this out, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Which meaning is more important?
From the big brother's point of view, this second meaning is more important!
Well, the ugliness of this family should not be made public. If the mistress cheats on the eldest brother, where will the eldest brother's face be put?
After being in trouble for a long time, the elder brother asked him to do this? Thinking of his elder brother's unspeakable secrets, Yang Fan showed a lewd smile on his face.
"What are you thinking about? Look at the wretched smile on your face." Wang Yi saw the smile on Yang Fan's face and said, "You must be having fun with Teacher Liu in your heart, right?"
"Do you think I'm like you idiots?" Yang Fan rolled his eyes at Wang Yi: "Do you have a purpose in mind? You have to take action directly."
Wang Yi looked at Yang Fan as if he were an idiot, shook his head, and said nothing more. Although Liu Qing was only the school doctor, everyone called her Teacher Liu. Even if he killed him, he would not believe that Yang Fan dared to treat Liu Qing.
If there was any action, the two of them walked to the classroom while talking. After all the fussing with Liu Qing in the medical office, it was almost time for the afternoon class.
Yang Fan returned to his seat and sat down, and subconsciously glanced at Zhang Chenggang's position. Zhang Chenggang and Li Na happened to look over at this time, and Zhang Chenggang saw himself looking at him with evasive eyes.
But Li Na, who was next to Zhang Chenggang, looked very surprised.
"It seems that it's time to teach them a lesson!" Yang Fan thought silently in his heart.
For example, when Zhang Chenggang came to collect protection money in person, Yang Fan had no intention of getting into trouble with him. However, this kind of behind-the-scenes behavior had already risen to the level of killing someone with a borrowed knife in Yang Fan's mind.
Yang Fan has never had a good impression of such an insidious villain!
Since it is so easy to protect Xiao Jingyi, what is there to worry about? Such villains must be taught a profound lesson!
Yang Fan is not the material to be a student at all. If he were this material, he would not go down the path of joining a gang and becoming a member of the underworld.
The teacher's lectures are undoubtedly the best lullaby for him.
The class had just started and Yang Fan was already yawning profusely. He couldn't bear it any more, so he simply lay down on the table and fell asleep.
When the get out of class bell rang, Yang Fan opened his eyes and immediately looked at Zhang Chenggang's seat. He was shocked to find that Zhang Chenggang's seat was empty. Where was there anyone else?
Even Li Na was not in the classroom.
No, the bell just rang. How could they go out so quickly?
"Hey, have you seen Zhang Chenggang? Wasn't he still there before class?" Yang Fan turned to Lei Ting and asked.
Lei Ting said: "Halfway through class, he sneaked out of the back door, along with his classmates." After saying this, Lei Ting stood up and left the classroom.
Bastard, I hope you escaped in time.
Yang Fan walked out of the classroom while thinking about it. Smoking a cigarette to refresh himself between classes was a must.
However, since going to the rooftop, Yang Fan changed his mind and decided not to smoke behind the toilet, but to smoke on the rooftop instead.
There is no one on the rooftop and the air is good, which is perfect for smoking.
"Are all these bastard students from Chenyang Middle School fucking idiots? No one comes to such a nice place to smoke?" Yang Fan walked up to the rooftop and couldn't help but say something when he found no one. Then he lit a fire
I took a nice puff of a cigarette.
Yang Fan has gone to school all morning. Except for the fact that he feels sleepy as soon as the teacher lectures, the overall feeling is pretty good. However, he is assigned to a scum class like Grade 2 and Class 7. If he feels sleepy in class, he can go to bed immediately and the teacher will not care. Especially if he knows how to protect himself.
Xiao Jingyi's matter turned out to be so simple, and Yang Fan was even more in a good mood.
Unconsciously, only the butt was left in a cigarette. At this moment, the red iron door leading to the rooftop suddenly opened with a bang.
A balding middle-aged man in his forties with a beer belly came up.
The middle-aged man came up with a wooden stick in his hand, pointed at Yang Fan and shouted: "Which class are you in? How dare you smoke?"
Yang Fan was startled and immediately realized that this middle-aged man who dared to shout at him so loudly must be a teacher in the school. He immediately flicked his finger and the cigarette butt in his hand flew down from the roof of the building.
"I don't smoke." Yang Fan widened his eyes and said innocently.
"You still dare to quibble?" The bald middle-aged man took a few steps and came to Yang Fan: "Do you think I have no evidence if you throw away the cigarette butt?"
As he spoke, the bald middle-aged man took out a piece of white tissue from his pocket, wrapped his finger in the tissue and poked it into Yang Fan's nostril.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Yang Fan took a step back and slapped the perverted bald middle-aged man's hand aside.
What kind of hobby is this? Using your fingers to poke other people's nostrils? It's okay to poke your own nostrils with your own fingers. If someone else pokes your own nostrils with their fingers, this is simply a different kind of rape.
"Have you rebelled? Do you even dare to hit the dean of students?" This middle-aged bald man did not expect that Yang Fan would knock off his hand. He immediately raised his hand and pointed at Yang Fan and shouted: "Stand still."
"
Uh? Dean of Students?
Yang Fan was dumbfounded. This perverted bald man was actually the dean of students?
"I'm a transfer student, and it's my first day of school today." Yang Fan said with a smile, "I really didn't know you were the dean of students."
"You run up to the rooftop to smoke on your first day of school. How courageous are you?" The dean of students had a sullen face, but he put down the stick in his hand and stopped pointing at Yang Fan.
"I really don't smoke." Yang Fan continued to say with a smile, but he was thinking in his heart: "I even threw the cigarette butt downstairs. If someone refuses to admit it, what can the dean do?"
"You don't want to give up until you reach the Yellow River." The dean stood in front of Yang Fan again, holding the back of Yang Fan's head with one hand, and with the other hand wrapped in a tissue, he poked Yang Fan's nostrils and turned.
Damn it, you're so perverted. Don't let me bump into you outside school, or I'll kill you.
"What is this?" The dean of students retracted his finger and put it in front of Yang Fan's eyes.
"Booger." Yang Fan said, "What else can there be?"
"This is tar. If you didn't smoke, where did this tar come from?" The dean of students said with an ironclad expression on his face: "You are too young to play with Liang Jianjun and refuse to admit it."
Yang Fan finally understood. Liang Jianjun actually used this tissue to wipe the tar left by smoking in his nostrils? He had been smoking for so many years. Even if he didn't smoke, he could almost wipe out the tar with this white tissue.
of yellow color.
"Which class are you a student in? According to the school rules, smoking in school will be demerited once." As Liang Jianjun spoke, he took out a small notebook from his pocket to record which class Yang Fan was a student in.
"I don't smoke." Yang Fan said calmly.
"What? Say it again?" Liang Jianjun simply suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. This irrefutable evidence was in front of him, but this student still refused to admit it?