The tabletop of the podium was made of a single piece of plywood. When Luo Yu slapped it, the wooden board broke into seven or eight pieces, flew in the air a few times and fell to the ground with a crackle.
Yang Qirui, who was closest to the podium, turned pale and his lips were trembling. If Yang Yongxing hadn't supported him in time, Yang Qirui would have collapsed on the ground at this moment.
"Am I wrong? Most modern poems are actually written by dividing a third-rate prose into sentences and lines, and those so-called masters just mess up the order of the sentences of a third-rate prose and divide it into lines.
Write." Luo Yu stared at the pale-faced Yang Qirui, "I don't know whether you are a master, a master, or a master?"
Seeing Luo Yu smashing the podium with a slap, he was still standing here speaking extremely arrogantly. Knowing in time that this person was Luo Yu, Yang Yongxing could only bite the bullet and stop him: "You, don't talk nonsense here, we
What we are talking about is the decision of the Education Bureau this time.”
"It's decided, right?" At this point, Luo Daguan's heart was full of anger, "What you call high pressure, hard study, and few quotas are all matters of the boss's surname. People with money and power seem to
No one has ever said it’s not good to have educational facilities, right? Because it’s something they can’t understand at all.”
"So!" Luo Yu glared at Yang Yongxing, "What you call education is basically for the rich and powerful. Why are you still pretending to be here!"
Luo Yu's words suddenly reached the hearts of almost all parents present.
These people have been in the society for many years, and they have clearly seen the turmoil of the world. Now Luo Yu has spoken out what they have always wanted to say.
Everyone immediately had a better impression of Luo Yu.
Zhang Yuwen was a little surprised that these highly offensive words would come out of the mouth of Luo Yu, a young man who looked to be only about 20 years old.
These words don't sound like they were spoken by a young man at all, but rather like they were spoken by an old man who has seen through society.
Turning to look at Luo Yu's side face, Zhang Yuwen suddenly felt something in his heart and hurriedly took out a photocopied photo from his bag.
Because the shooting situation was quite tense at the time, the photo was not very clear due to camera shake, but the face on the photo was still clearly visible.
Comparing it with the face in the photo, Zhang Yuwen's heart beat twice.
Like! It’s so similar!
Luo Yu didn't notice the twinkling light in Zhang Yuwen's eyes at this moment, nor did he notice that the woman secretly opened the voice recorder she carried with her.
"My father has taught me since I was a child that if you want to succeed, you must first become an adult. What are you doing now? The school just wants to select a few from Tsinghua and Peking University to support its appearance. Among the thousands of students, besides their own parents, who else cares about them?
Do they have expectations?.
The purpose of building a school is to teach and educate people and cultivate the next generation of the motherland. Now, everyone is so high, tell me how proud you can be of training so many students with high scores and low scores!"
The more Luo Yu talked, the angrier she became: "Today's students are getting worse physically and mentally and have extreme ideas. They have been fighting with their classmates about their grades since they were young, care about each other, and chase fame and fortune. How can you sleep with this and the school's traditional cramming education?
Do they just know that it’s okay to study?”
Luo Yu's words were deafening, and Yang Qirui wanted to refute, but Luo Yu's words made sense. He moved his lips but couldn't utter a single word.
Speaking of this, Luo Yu looked at the head teacher, Teacher Wang, and said: "Teacher Wang, here I want to thank you for always taking care of our Xiaoqi. Xiaoqi often mentions your kindness at home, saying that you are serious and responsible, and treat the students as their own."
Children.”
When Luo Yu said this, Teacher Wang became embarrassed and waved her hands hastily: "No, no, you are too polite -"
Before she could finish speaking, Luo Yu stopped her: "There are really not many teachers like you nowadays. How many of today's teachers teach students how to be a good person? Not to mention care about students.
Psychologically, they only know to study hard, get good grades, add some chips to their bonuses, and focus on making money and making big profits."
"The parents here mainly send their children to study with you. It sounds nice, but what has your school done?" Luo Yu clenched her fists and stared at Yang Yongxing, "Director Yang, please tell me,
Whose idea was it to abandon students at the last moment and charge fees in disguise?"
Yang Yongxing was glared at by his ferocious eyes and stammered: "Yes, it was the proposal of our entire team, and the director signed and approved it."
Luo Yu snorted and said softly: "Director? He doesn't have to go to work tomorrow."
Naturally, not many people cared about Luo Yu's words. It is certainly impossible for the director of the Education Bureau to resign because of the words of an ordinary student parent like you.
However, the expressions of two people present changed drastically, one was Yang Yongxing and the other was Zhang Yuwen.
Yang Yongxing's face suddenly turned livid, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He didn't know whether it was fear or anger.
Zhang Yuwen was excited, his eyes flashing rapidly.
Such an aggressive momentum, such a righteous lecture, this overwhelming momentum of looking down on the world, are exactly the same as that person last time.
Luo Yu, Xue Yu... Zhang Yuwen recited these two names repeatedly in his mind, and excitedly squeezed the recording pen in his hand.
Yang Qirui finally came to his senses after such a long time, and mustered up the courage to look at Luo Yu. In front of so many parents, he must not lose the dignity of his school leader: "If you have any opinions, you can communicate in private. Now is the parent-teacher meeting.
At that time, we still have school arrangements to make."
After saying this, Yang Qirui was still unconvinced, and then added the last sentence that should not be said: "We are not willing to communicate too much with people who have unqualified ideological and moral standards."
Luo Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The classroom was so quiet for a while that you could hear a pin drop. Yang Qirui couldn't react to the suddenly quiet atmosphere. He looked down at the podium guiltily: "Everyone, why aren't you talking?"
Zhang Yuwen's heart suddenly twitched. This atmosphere was so weird, and it also gave him a feeling of déjà vu.
Luo Yu looked at Yang Qirui, smiled instead of angry, and said softly: "It is better to have unqualified thoughts and morals than to have no thoughts. Team Leader Yang, tomorrow, you can rest at home and take care of yourself."
"Huh?" As soon as Yang Qirui made a confused voice, he saw a black shadow coming from the corner of his eye with lightning speed.
"Pa"!
Luo Yu spread her five fingers and slapped Yang Qirui hard on the face. The crisp crackling sound seemed to go straight into people's hearts, and the eyelids of the parents present jumped.
Yang Qirui felt as if his face had been hit by a sledgehammer. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, his vision went dark, and his entire face suddenly lost consciousness.
A ball of blood splashed out from his face, as the blood flew irregularly in the air and collided with each other, creating a bewitching blood mist in mid-air.
The fragile gums were poked into bloody mince by the broken teeth. Thick blood mixed with minced meat shot out from his mouth, spurting out a radiation-shaped blood mark on the ground.
At the same time that Luo Yu's palm left Yang Qirui's face, Yang Qirui's ears, mouth, eyes and nostrils spurted out blood pillars at the same time. His withered face full of ravines was covered with a thick layer of snow, which made people's hearts go crazy!
This action is so familiar to Zhang Yuwen!
She had witnessed this earth-shattering blow with her own eyes some time ago. Relying on her identity as a reporter, she had privately contacted the doctor who treated the injured managers. The doctor heard that the almost crippling injuries were caused by a slap.
, shook his head in disbelief, and said that a strong strike with a thirty-pound hammer would probably have this effect.