The sadist was beaten by me into a masochist 2 more
After school, the boring politics teacher invited me to have tea in her office again. All the political work in the middle and high school departments of this school is done by one person.
Wow, I haven’t been there for a long time. I really forgot how bad the tea was.
I walked into the teacher's office leisurely. On the side, the girl and several witnesses were crying and scolding. When they saw me, they all shut up.
Violence brings true knowledge.
I look quiet, but it probably comes from my upbringing. I worship violence. I believe that problems that education cannot solve can be solved with fists. Of course, I also know that it is better for girls to keep a low profile under normal circumstances. So I don’t take the initiative.
After causing trouble, it seemed to be quiet for a few months.
I bowed slightly, sat down on the chair designated by the teacher, and listened quietly.
The teacher with a livid face lost his temper: "Can you explain what is going on?? Broken foot bones, broken nose bridge, if you are unlucky, you will die!! Even if someone else strikes first, you will go to jail, you know
have no idea."
I couldn't speak, so I could only look at him politely and indifferently.
Keep looking at him.
The teacher finally sweated after looking at me. He wiped his face and said solemnly: "Forget it this time. Next time you do this, he was wrong to strike first. You are also at fault for over-defending. But the school
I know that your family is in difficulty, and the school will pay all your medical bills. If you have any objections, please tell me and I will mediate."
Those girls wanted to talk, looked at me, lowered their heads and said yes.
I gave them a cold look, stood up, and left on my own.
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"That... that Zhuang Xiaoleng, wait a minute!" A girl shouted behind me.
I stopped, turned around, and looked at her with calm eyes.
The girl immediately took a step back and stared at me warily for a long time before smiling and saying: "That..." She pushed the person behind her with her hand.
Several people suddenly bent down to me, bowed, and shouted in unison: "Hello, Sister Zhuang!"
Neuropathy!
This person has a common problem, that is, he likes to turn into a masochist if the abuse is unsuccessful. If you give me a beating, he will bend over and call you Sister Zhuang.
If I had liked this, I would have become a famous gymnast.
It's a pity that I don't have much sense of family, so I certainly don't understand collectivism.
I don't like to interact too much with other people, and I'm definitely too lazy to do troublesome things like protecting my subordinates.