As soon as Zhou Ming rolled up his sleeves, he was about to beat Director Zhang. He knew his son, Mo Ruofu, but Zhou's father next to him immediately noticed his son's strange appearance, grabbed his arm, and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do!"
"Beat him!" Zhou Ming pointed at Director Zhang: "Let him know what it means to respect others!"
Zhou's mother was talking about the sad past with a runny nose and tears, and Director Zhang was typing on the keyboard while looking at the angry Zhou Ming with depression.
"Are you crazy?!" Mother Zhou scolded: "It's you who should learn to respect others! You're always beating and killing people. Look at what you look like now. You're a complete second-rate person!"
"You still want to hit me?" Director Zhang also chuckled and said: "Are you too arrogant among the students? You are so lawless. Your parents are begging me in such a humble way. Who are you?" [
"Say it again!" Zhou Ming pointed at Director Zhang, his body shaking to the limit. If Zhou's father hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed up and beat the old boy up.
Director Zhang smiled and looked at Zhou Ming, who had thin arms and legs. He didn't think he was in any danger at all. As expected, he said again: "Even your parents are begging me in such a humble way. Who do you think you are?"
Zhou Ming took a breath and his body stopped shaking. He looked at his father and said in a questioning sentence: "Dad?" He knew that although his father had always been cowardly, he never gave in on the bottom line of principles.
Zhou's father let go of Zhou Ming and said slowly: "Son, please remember: no matter how poor we are, our dignity will not be trampled on by anyone!" After saying that, he said to Zhou's mother: "We will not study this course!"
A smile emerged from the corner of Zhou Ming's mouth, and then he looked at Director Zhang coldly, with a cold light shining in his face!
Director Zhang, who was now an adult, faced Zhou Ming's eyes and trembled for no reason: "You...what are you going to do?" He had already reached for the phone on his desk, preparing to ask for help from the security guard.
And Zhou Ming's body shot out like an arrow, and the strange figure suddenly came to the desk, and at the same time he pressed the microphone with his hand. Director Zhang opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhou Ming in disbelief. Zhou Ming stretched out a finger and shook it gently
Shake it, hold it tightly at the same time, and punch Director Zhang on the chin.
"Ah..." A scream like a slaughtering pig came from the office of the director of the teaching office, echoing continuously in the teaching staff building.
Teachers from other offices came after hearing the news, but were blocked at the door and couldn't get in. It turned out that Zhou's father had locked the door. He stood guard at the door with high spirits, watching his son clean up Director Zhang, and felt extremely proud. If he had
With such skill and courage, my son probably won't be bullied by others over the years.
As for the school... screw it. Father Zhou thought to himself, if his son is not happy here, what's the point of being a top-notch school in the country?