Chapter 94: The first explanation is that it is a horror movie
At this time, the security guard brought a man who looked like a painter to the Moral Education Department. Chen Yang also called up the surveillance camera next to the playground last night.
The painter was in his fifties or sixties, with old and swarthy skin, and his blue work clothes were dotted with red paint. He firmly identified Zhao Yinxi as the one who stole his work clothes around four or five o'clock in the morning this morning, took his brush bucket, and put it on the wall.
graffiti.
"I'm still wondering, who would get up so early to wear my clothes and not help me do the work? He, he really did the work. Leader, it has nothing to do with me. When I found out, he posted a big-character poster
I had already finished painting, threw down the bucket, took off my clothes and ran away, and I am illiterate. I do this job so that my grandson in my hometown can study. My grandson is about the same age as him. If my grandson doesn't learn well like him, he will cause destruction.
If so, I will beat this grandson to death."
The painter has different feelings about love and hate, and he speaks with a northern Jiangsu accent.
Chen Yang sighed and said to Zhao Yinxi: "Come on, Xiao Ran, look at your tall image on the surveillance camera."
Zhao Yinxi knew how disappointed Teacher Chen Yang was at this moment. As a young teacher, Chen Yang was responsible and attentive to his students, dedicated to his work, and wholeheartedly wanted to bring Class 3 (8) to the right path.
Even though there are naughty students like Li Haoran and Xiao Ran, and troublesome parents such as Zhang Kai and Hu Xinzhou, Teacher Chen Yang still feels that he can save it.
Chen Yang is as carefree as Tang Monk, as brave and tenacious as Wukong, as silly as Bajie, and as hard-working as Sha Monk, opening roads in the mountains and building bridges when encountering water, thinking that in this way he can lead Class 8 of Junior High School to achieve great results.
Zhenjing, I didn’t expect to see a devil like me, dragging him back and hitting him in the face.
"Teacher, um, I think I can explain this matter in the future." Zhao Yinxi lowered his head in confusion and murmured. He really couldn't explain it now, and his heart was full of shame and self-blame. He could only hope that one day, in
Before leaving, please give Chen Yang a good explanation.
"Explain now. Explain how you stayed up in the middle of the night, sneaked into the school on a whim, caused trouble, and changed your career to painting walls." Principal Ling started beating the table again.
Zhao Yinxi smiled bitterly. How could he explain it? He couldn't explain it. If he didn't explain, he would make them angry, and if he explained, he would scare them, so be it.
If you don’t explain it, it’s a suspense film, if you explain it, it’s a horror film, and if you explain it, it’s a ghost film.
"You are still laughing, you are still laughing, you have fooled us, and you still want to laugh it off? At such a young age, if you act so boldly, you will be sued in the future, you know? Explain it now."
Director Qian was standing by to help. He was so resentful and angry that he wanted to take action. Looking at him looking for the guy everywhere, if the law allowed, he would probably want to drag Zhao Yinxi out and beat him to death with sticks.
Zhao Yinxi looked at the angry looks of the leaders and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Although he, no, Xiao Ran should be lawless in his actions, but everyone was not so excited. If you can paint this slogan on the wall, you can paint that slogan. Hurry up.