Xueming was sitting next to Director Simmons, motionless.
Until Shao Jinghao came back, more than two minutes passed, and no one spoke or left.
The teachers from other branches in Galahad stared directly at the gunsmith, as if they had already secretly colluded to give the gunsmith this test question.
It doesn't matter who hit the person, nor does it matter who was really bullied.
The most critical thing is that under the instruction of the dean, the gunsmiths took away part of the power that belonged to them. This is the main contradiction.
As for what Xiao Hao said or did, or what he wanted to explain, no one would care about a child from this mortal world. In the eyes of the intricate family forces in the underground world, Shao Jinghao was a street child with congenital disabilities and defects, and a helpless child.
It's a tool that can be used casually by no one. Using it to disgust the gunsmith is just an appetizer.
The thing that teachers and Director Simmons care about most is the attitude of the gunsmith.
If this uninvited guest can't handle this matter well and can't even protect a single student, the next thing will be easy to deal with. If we have to follow the same pattern and cause such violent incidents from Class 78 every three days, we should express our sorrow to the dean.
Report the complaint, write an inspection report, share your concerns with parents and be considerate, and give you money and credits.
A two-pronged approach, both internal and external, was used to attack him with the spearhead of "knight combat skills will intensify school violence". If the gunsmith could not defend himself, he would naturally get out of Galahad in despair.
Xueming: "Shao Jinghao."
When his name was called, Brother Hao immediately tensed up and had a nervous reflex just like the normal military management guidance process.
"I am here!"
Xueming pointed to the beaten classmate and asked Xiaohao, "Did you beat him?"
Xiaohao immediately hesitated and said: "To me."
Simmons winked: "Hey! He admitted it himself!"
"Did I ask you?" Xueming tilted her head, almost face to face with Director Simmons.
Director Simmons closed his mouth in dissatisfaction. When he saw the iron knight in the gunsmith's hand, he immediately became obedient and slick and did not dare to talk anymore.
As Galahad's dean of students, all matters within the school that are related to student activities must be directed by him. Naturally, he is qualified to sit on an armchair in the bathhouse, let the teachers stand and watch the show, and take the school rules.
When the imperial edict decides for both parties.
Most of the teachers and professors who come to Galahad to teach have to go through this test. These educated people are usually sensible and understanding of human feelings. They will not do anything extreme.
There are only a few teachers with extreme personalities and violent tempers who cannot integrate into the team and can only be awarded the title of visiting professor. These visiting professors only teach, but it is difficult to form a deep friendship with the students. The visiting professors all have their own agenda.
I will not stay in Galahad for a long time.
Simmons would be so afraid of the gunsmith——
——Because the teacher Anonymous is really likely to commit murder.
Simmons obediently gave up half of his chair. He was really afraid that the gunsmith would use Mingde's remains to crack open his skull in front of so many teachers. The stick in the anonymous hand was like
The Shangfang sword sent by Aohun Mingde broke a few bones on Simmons' body. I'm afraid Bo's punishment for the gunsmith was just a small punishment and a big warning.
"How dare you?" Xueming looked at Simmons and said this to Xiao Hao.
Xiao Hao was stunned for a while, as if he still couldn't understand what the teacher was asking.
Simmons turned his head aside and raised his head, not wanting to look at the gunsmith or answer the question. He looked arrogant and arrogant.
"snort"
Xueming finally turned around and asked Xiao Hao seriously.
"How dare you? Let me ask you, Shao Jinghao, how dare you hit someone?"
When Brother Hao heard the teacher's accusation, he felt even more aggrieved and cowed, unable to say a word.
Xueming persisted and asked: "How dare you act alone? How did I teach you?"
As soon as these words came out——
——Simmons immediately panted like an ox and turned red, as if he was extremely angry.
"Um?!"
The look in his eyes as he turned back to stare at the gunsmith was like the picture accompanying the phrase "What's the matter with you, little brother?" in the Internet culture meme package.
Xueming pushed the director's head away and explained to Brother Hao earnestly.
"I have taught you repeatedly that you have been wronged in life, you feel that someone wants to kill you, and you also have the motive to commit a crime of passion. If you are still prone to violence and all the conditions for crime are met, what should you do?"
Xiaohao lowered his head and began to recall the contents of the knight's combat skills textbook.
"If you can fight in a group, don't fight alone."
Simmons opened his eyes wide: "Huh?!"
Xueming ignored Director Simmons' pretentious demeanor and continued asking questions to Brother Hao.
"Why the gang fight?"
Brother Hao muttered: "Because it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists, after discussing with your companions, you can plan and execute the violent attack more smoothly. If you fight against one with many enemies, you will not suffer much damage. Since it is a team action, if the purpose is just
[Eliminate the threat and eliminate the enemy's aggressiveness], multiple people acting together can exert mental pressure and make the opponent lose their will to fight. It is very possible to achieve a strategic victory at the moment of action."
Xueming nodded: "You memorized the book well. Brother Hao, now you know why you lost your will to fight, right?"
Xiao Hao raised his head, glanced at the teachers around the bathhouse, and saw the proud eyes of his roommate with a bruised nose and swollen face but filled with resentment. He finally understood what the teacher meant by this [group fight].
"sorry"
Xueming: "No need to apologize. This is my fault."
Xiaohao: "Uh, teacher"
Xueming explained: "That's the literal meaning. I'm not being weird - you got into trouble here today mostly because of my poor teaching."
Now Xiaohao couldn’t understand it——
- He was unaware of the gunsmith's conflict of interest with Director Simmons and other teachers.
Before I had time to think about it, a sharp shout came from the teaching team.
"Gunsmith! What do you mean by what you said? Do you think this mudblood is not at fault at all? Instead, you want to encourage him to call his companions to kill his roommate together?"
Someone made the first move, and others immediately followed.
"You are teaching children to break the law and commit crimes!"
"My parents are still here."
Xueming lifted the Iron Knight, and the voices in the teacher team became quiet. The scene was very strange.
Director Simmons coughed twice in embarrassment, feeling very clear——
——He set an example and gave up half a seat to the gunsmith. I'm afraid these clever guys also knew in their hearts that it would be impolite to continue to say this in front of the stick of the speaker of the senate.
"Hehe. Hahahahaha. Why does it seem like we teachers are bullying others?" Simmons changed his tone nine times and eighteen times. He hugged one knee and half of his butt was dangling, and found an entry point: "I think
Since ancient times, Anonymous has been a knight-errant who draws his sword to help when there is injustice, and he is Bo's favorite character - he passed the lapis lazuli guards and ran into the bathhouse. He must have felt that someone had been wronged and something unfair had happened."
He pointed at Brother Hao and then at the student who was being beaten.
"I want these two children to explain clearly the cause of the matter, what happened, and the final result. Can't it be simple and clear?"
Xueming clapped gently and applauded Director Simmons.
"Okay! That's very well said! But I remember that's not what the director said just now? Director, you just swore that Shao Jinghao attempted murder. Is that what you meant?"
Simmons sneered, feeling only great fear in his heart, as if he were sitting on the same chair as a tiger. He laughed out of breath first, and then turned his attention to the children.
"What's your name, the one who got beaten?"
The victim who was called immediately took two steps forward, left his parents, and came to Simmons and Xueming.
Before the child took the initiative to say his name——
——Xue Ming immediately took out his diary and pen.
"Victim, please tell me. You don't need to say your name, and you don't need to say who you are. It doesn't matter who your father is."
The victim looked back at his father and seemed a little panicked.
The little boy's father immediately wanted to get up and ask for help. Xueming followed the family member's movements of raising his legs and said, "Sit back, it's not your turn yet."
Victim: "I got up early this morning."
Xueming: "Start from the few minutes before you were beaten."
Victim: "When I got to the bathhouse, he kept following me."
He pointed at Xiao Hao and then complained.
"When I was taking a shower, I asked him to stay away from me, but he didn't listen, so I scolded him - and he immediately started beating me."
Xueming: "What were you using?"
Victim: "Hand"
Xueming: "That's with bare hands."
Victim: "I'm not sure. I must have taken something, otherwise why would my face and chin be broken?"
Xueming: "Did anyone else see it?"
Victim: "It's just the two of us"
Xueming: "So you think classmate Shao Jinghao tried to kill you? How did he treat you next?"
Victim: "He hugged my neck and hit my head hard. The corners of my eyes and mouth were broken, and I bled a lot."
Xueming: "Why don't you get treatment?"
Victim: "Don't I have to let you understand this? If it is cured, there will be no evidence."
Director Simmons yelled, "Huh?!"
The victim quickly changed his words: "I mean, when the teachers come, I have to prove that I have been beaten."
Xueming: "Have you ever thought that Shao Jinghao would really kill you?"
The victim's face suddenly changed, and then he looked at Director Simmons, and then at a certain place in the teaching team - perhaps exchanging glances with the instructor.
——He really has not thought about this possibility, not at all.
His parents told him that as long as he found a way to force Shao Jinghao to take action, bleed a little and get hurt, he, a new student who had just entered the school, would have a smoother and smoother path to study.
But he never thought about whether this roommate would actually kill someone.
Xueming: "So you never thought that Shao Jinghao would kill you, right?"
"Oh me." The victim wanted to say something more and wanted to explain: "No, I don't think it's useless. He did almost strangle me to death. So many teachers came over and saw it."
Xueming: "When did they arrive?"
"I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream." The victim described: "This kid is so strong. If the dormitory aunt hadn't arrived in time, I might have died in the bathhouse."
Xueming: "Did the dormitory aunt come here first? Then did the teacher come?"
Victim: "Yes."
Xueming: "Then when I entered the dormitory, why was the dormitory aunt on the first floor? Instead, these teachers were surrounding you?"
Victim: "I couldn't make a sound at the time. It was the dormitory aunt who yelled, kill, kill, kill, but she couldn't kill this guy, she wasn't as strong as him - the teacher arrived later, and I was just a little bit away from death.
.”
Xueming: "Go back."
Simmons breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been put on the execution ground. He had known that a smarter student would have taken care of this matter, but now he felt 10,000 regrets.
"Xiao Hao, come to the front." Xueming turned to the next page with a gloomy face.
Brother Hao's breath was empty, as if he had recited what he had done many times before, and his mental essence was in a state of deep fatigue.
Xueming: "What issues did you have with the victim before?"
Brother Hao cheered up and spoke clearly.
"He spat on my plate at breakfast on Wednesday."
Xueming: "Why?"
Brother Hao: "You have to ask him. Maybe he dislikes me, a mudblood, for living in the same dormitory with him."
Xueming: "Did you say harsh words at that time? Was there any physical conflict or verbal abuse between you?"
Brother Hao: "No, I remember the gunsmith teacher's teachings. If you encounter this kind of lunatic whose behavior has no basis in logic, you should run away far away. It is best to change dormitories. First, you must protect yourself."
Xueming: "So this is not the reason for you to hit people, right?"
Brother Hao: "Part of me was so angry."
Xueming: "Well done. Are there any other holidays?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Brother Hao: "On Wednesday afternoon, he took my ex-girlfriend with him."
Xueming: "Huh?!"
Simmons: "Huh?!"
Brother Hao awkwardly changed his explanation: "It's my former deskmate, the one who ignores me now - they entered the boys' dormitory and went to the bed opposite me to have sex."
Xueming: "What does this Daboer mean?"
Brother Hao gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a kiss."
Xueming: "Were there any physical conflicts or verbal abuse at that time?"
Brother Hao: "He showed off to me, saying that beauty is only for the strong."
Xueming: "So this is not the reason for you to hit people, right?"
Brother Hao shook his head, very unwilling.
Director Simmons interrupted at the right time.
"You are such a naughty student"
Without saying a word, Xueming took the director's tea cup away and spit in it.
Simmons: "Tsk, Gunsmith, isn't that appropriate?"
"Experience it with your heart." Xueming said with a half-smile: "If you can't understand it, I can find the Minotaur cattle blood donation unit to have a sweet extramarital affair with your wife, and then in front of you,
Tell you [beauty is only for the strong] - I will come back and tell you some sarcastic words."
Simmons: "I can feel it! I can feel it!"
Back to the topic--
——Xue Ming then asked Xiao Hao.
"Why did you decide to hit someone in the bathhouse?"
Xiao Hao pursed his lips, suddenly became extremely angry, and his body began to tremble.
"This guy said he wanted my waiters to leave me too. His family has close ties with the station's customer service department. It's not difficult to transfer one or two waiters."
"I think that the waiter sister was so good to me. I still owe her money and many, many favors - she doesn't want me to pay back the money, as long as I grow up well."
At this point, Brother Hao started to shed tears, which was because his defense was broken.
"I thought about it again. Before I met the gunsmith teacher, I was picking up girls all day long. My family told me that as long as I could bring a son back, it would be the greatest filial piety. I heard from others that the waiter sister knew that I was such a loser.
, she should be very sad, I’m sorry for her.”
Xiao Hao rolled up his sleeves and slowly squatted down, as if he didn't want others to see him crying and embarrassing himself.
"Then. Then my mind went blank. What this bastard said was indeed extremely offensive, and he made me forget everything at once."
"I forgot everything the gunsmith taught me."
"I just wanted to kill him. I clasped his neck like the naked choke my teacher taught me, leaving a little space on the back of his neck. I was really scared at the time."
"If I kill him, I won't survive, right?"
"I really can't control myself, I'm sorry, teacher."
"Even if he scolds me, bullies me, or spits in my breakfast, I still think he is just unreasonable and has some mental problem. I have to avoid him - just change the dormitory."
"But he told me about the waiter sister, and I was really scared, if what he said was true."
Xiao Hao squatted in the crowd, lowered his head, but raised his eyes, looking at the victim not far away.
"I can't talk anymore. I can't help it."
Xueming: "So you wanted to kill this roommate with naked strangulation, right?"
Xiaohao nodded.
Xueming stood up and walked behind Director Simmons.
"like this?"
The strong right hand hooked Simmons' neck, and the other hand pressed on the back of the director's neck to completely cut off the blood circulation of the large blood vessels in the neck.
Simmons screamed: "No, no, no! No, no, no, don't use me as an example!"
However, the scream was only half heard before Xueming completed the locking action.
Xiao Hao immediately shook his head: "No! I didn't press the back of my neck."
Xueming let go of his left hand, lifted half of Director Simmons' body, and let the old brother's heart circulate freely——
——The other teachers became nervous, but when they saw the gunsmith's hostage-taking body movements, they didn't dare to step forward to stop him.
Xueming: "Why didn't you press the back of the neck? There's no way to subdue the enemy."
Xiaohao wiped away his tears, his big eyes were bright red.
"I think if I really kill this little bastard."
Thinking of this, Brother Hao laughed out loud in anger.
"How should I repay my debt? There are more important things waiting for me to do."
"Oh, you should have told me earlier." Xueming immediately let go.
Simmons kicked his legs and almost lost his breath. He was panting like a decadent old dog. He pointed at Xueming but did not dare to say anything.
Xueming patted Brother Hao on the shoulder and took Xiao Hao to walk around in front of the teachers.
"Any questions?"
No one responded.
Xueming then asked.
"Do you have any more questions? If so, can I practice the naked choke again?"
Xueming pointed at one of the teachers——
"——This gentleman seems to have a lot of resentment. Do you want to give it a try? See if I can kill you using this child's method?"
Then all the resentment dissipated and turned into awkward laughter.
Xueming emphasized again to Xiaohao, came to the victim's parents, and spoke sincerely.
"You should remember next time. If you can make a sneak attack, don't make a fight. If you can fight in a group, don't fight alone. If you can use tools, don't use your bare hands. If you can escape the blame, don't take the responsibility. - Epitaph"
Brother Hao nodded immediately: "The epitaph cannot say that the other party is solely responsible."
"As long as you know the endorsement -" Xueming rolled his eyes, turned to the victim, and said to the two parents: "-did you hear that?"
These two parents were the tools that Simmons captured to put pressure on Brother Hao. They just nodded dully.
Xueming shouted loudly, and suddenly it turned into an erupting volcano.
"Did you hear that? Your son almost died! Did you hear that?"
He took Brother Hao's hand and shook it in front of the two parents.
"These hands can kill! As long as he puts his left hand on the back of your son's neck and presses hard for thirty seconds! He will die."
He grabbed the victim's hair and pulled his head closer to explain.
"You are really going to die. Why are you not afraid at all? Why? Animals in nature know that life is precious - they will protect themselves."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Pointing at Xiao Hao’s face, Xueming was almost furious and said to the family of three.
"How much is your monthly salary? A few thousand yuan? Tens of thousands of yuan? Why are you playing with Director Simmons?"
Simmons immediately shouted: "Hey?! You don't want to spit on others!"
Xueming finally put away his anger. He looked at the victim's family who was almost stupid and scared out of their wits. He immediately pulled Brother Hao back to the director.
"If there's a fight, what's the school rules?"
Simmons curled his lips: "Demerit, solitary confinement, fourteen days."
Xueming: "Spitting on classmates' plates, wasting food, engaging in serious puppy love, taking female students into the boys' dormitory, verbally attacking, threatening and provoking them on the pretext of being a waiter, how do these count?"
Simmons: "This is Shao Jinghao's one-sided statement."
"Do you want me to call over the female classmates in my class and make it clear to my face? This beauty, which is only worthy of the strong, is my student, not yours." Xueming said one word at a time, then turned around.
Talk to the teachers: "Do you want us to chat for a while longer? How many more hours? Can we explain everything clearly?"
Simmons wants to say something else——
"——What the victim did was indeed wrong, but your student really wanted to kill him."
Xueming rolled up his sleeves and prepared to loosen Simmons' muscles again.
"You're still talking about murder, right? Let's return to this topic then?"
Simmons pursed his lips and finally gave up.
"It's time to leave. We have classes in the afternoon. Let's all leave."
Xueming patted Brother Hao's butt, pushed the student out of the bathhouse door, and gave some more instructions.
"As the director said! Go to the Student Affairs Office to sign and write a review, bring the mattress and quilt, and report to the solitary room."
Brother Hao: "Yes!"
Wait until people leave.
Xueming packed up the two low chairs and reached for Simmons' armchair.
Simmons: "You don't want to be friends with us, and you don't want to return the credits to us. Are you going to fight to the end?"
Xueming: "How do you make friends? Say what you have to say."
Simmons: "We also have a teacher-student association here, and there are different academic schools. Mr. Gunsmith, this welcome ceremony is specially prepared for you. I didn't expect you to be so disrespectful."
Xueming: "I just want to open a course and teach several groups of students. Does such a simple thing require so many people to take care of it?"
Simmons: "It's that simple?"
Xueming: "You have made things complicated. Do I look like a very idle person? Do I have the time to come to Galahad to teach often?"
Simmons finally stood up and looked at the gunsmith again.
"It's not that I deliberately embarrass you, Mr. Gunsmith, someone asked me to play against you - I can't avoid this kind of worldliness. I have been taken care of by others in the past, so I have to come and touch you."
Xueming understands very well. The appointment letter written by the dean himself and asked by him to come to Galahad to teach did not have a mass base. He was directly parachuted in. When he arrived at the place, he would not be acclimated to the local environment. This is a normal phenomenon.
As for the course of knight combat skills, he cannot stay in Galahad forever. In the future, he may only be able to take a job as a visiting professor like Wood Plunk. However, this course must not be cancelled. One day, Tangning and Haas will be able to
After they have grown up, they have to come back to teach.
As for Director Simmons, who is entrusted by others.
Xueming got straight to the point: "Who asked you to deal with me?"
"I can't say anything about this." Simmons smiled mischievously: "I can only reveal one last name to you."
Xueming: "Huangshi people?"
Simmons closed his eyes and nodded slowly: "Van Persie."
The last time they killed the 48th district governor and his wife, it was the daughter and son-in-law of the Van Persie family.
After saying these words, Director Simmons helped Xue Ming carry the chair. He didn't care about face at all and was a very shrewd social person.
Simmons: "Don't talk about today's matter outside."
Xueming actually thinks this old uncle is a bit cute.
"What? Which thing?"
Simmons scolded: "Of course it's about the chair. I can't help you carry the chair! You're not sensible!"
After gathering two low chairs and a side chair into the warehouse, Xueming had a weird expression and couldn't laugh or cry. He saw Director Simmons trotting quickly with a guilty look on his face, and hurried to the principal's office, like a frightened rabbit.
In the dean's laboratory, Lord Lupine was still immersed in the wonderful psychic fluctuations of the pyroxene and the wand, unable to extricate himself.
Simmons burst into the door and heard the dean yelling and cursing.
"Can't you fucking knock on the door!?"
"Sorry, old man." Simmons pursed his lips and finally said shyly and politely: "I can't deal with this kid, and I can't afford the favor of the Van Persie family."
Lupine put away the overturned experimental equipment and said with a smile: "You have to try it yourself. Just try it."
Simmons approached the dean and spat out a few words through his teeth in a weak voice: "It seems that our school must have this course in the future?"
Lupine sneered and didn't take it seriously.
"That's what bo means. Who is Robin van Persie? I heard that you promised to go to the gunsmith before - you are the least sensible."
Simmons muttered aggrievedly——
"—I came from the Golden Land, and I was single-handedly promoted to the academy. I always know that kindness is repaid."
Lupine: "Touched?"
Simmons: "Touched."
Lupine clasped his hands together in a high-five gesture, and then split it into two parts according to the principle of chiral molecules. The gesture was quite mocking.
"The results of it?"
Simmons still wants to be tough.
"The students these teachers are looking for are not reliable in their work. No matter what they say, they will all fall into the trap."
Lupine clapped again and repeated the taunt, his beard also twitching.
"The reaction process is not important, what about the experimental results?"