Especially when Zhou Jie saw Qi Lin still beating the table with his fist, there were more and more black lines on his forehead.
Damn it, I asked you to teach the students when you came here, what the hell are you trying to do with my desk?
At this time, Qi Lin seemed to be in a daze, and his fists were already covered with blood.
"Broken, broken, broken..."
With the deafening sound of hitting, Zhou Jie almost covered his ears and walked over.
"Crack!"
Finally, under the punch of Qi Lin's unremitting struggle, the metal table finally collapsed.
The legs of the table broke directly, and the entire tabletop fell heavily to the ground, making a harsh collision sound.
"Yeah, it collapsed!"
A group of students from No. 2 Middle School screamed with excitement as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
"Six hundred!"
Zhou Jie's voice was cold, his eyes swept over the three collapsed tables and one table with a dented top, and he spoke slowly.
"Six hundred?"
Wu Ji, Qi Lin, Xu Jin and Liu Feifei all looked stunned.
"What are you looking at? You're losing money. This is still the wholesale price. If you sell it individually, each one costs more than three hundred. I'm not talking about you. Why did you come to our No. 1 Middle School to cause trouble? We didn't do anything sorry for you in No. 1 Middle School, right?"
Zhou Jie is very angry. A group of people outside are watching. If he doesn't be stronger, his backbone will be broken by the second middle school boys from No. 1 Middle School.
When people are outside, what is most important is, of course, face.
The eyes of a group of people in No. 2 Middle School almost burst into flames, but they didn’t do anything to apologize for?
Damn it, a group of people gathered outside the classroom and yelled at the No. 2 middle school dog. What the hell haven’t they done yet?
Especially Wu Ji, the few long hairs hanging on his forehead were blown away by him.
Qi Lin was just about to get angry when he suddenly realized, Zhou Jie is the principal of No. 1 Middle School. Immediately, he sneered: "He broke these two tables. I will pay up to two hundred."
Zhang Fan kept rolling his eyes, lying on the grass, isn't it just a matter of four hundred yuan?
Immediately, Zhang Fan took out four hundred yuan from his pocket and put it into Zhou Jie's hand.
"Old Zhou, the quality of your table is not very good. It fell apart with just one palm. I'm worried that it will collapse when I sleep." Zhang Fan sighed.
A group of people listened to Zhang Fan's words, and their teeth were almost ground to pieces.
Damn, the quality is not that good?
Damn it, Qi Lin, the big devil, took nearly thirty punches to break the table, and you actually said the quality was not good.
Damn it, come if you dare...
No, paralysis, two tables were knocked down by Zhang Fan. Damn it, is this bastard a monster!
The people in No. 2 Middle School were so angry that they felt as if they had been beaten and given money.
This is totally unreasonable.
He said that the quality of this table was good, but Qi Lin smashed it for a long time before it was broken. He said that the quality of the table was not good. Damn it, Zhang Fan broke it with one palm.
No matter what I say, it feels like a slap in the face to my second middle school.
Zhou Jie looked confused, and then looked at Zhang Fan, who was a little worried about the collapse of his desk while sleeping in class, with ten thousand eggs racing in his heart.
Is this table used for you to sleep in during class?
Damn it, uncle, even if you want to sleep in class, don't say it in front of the teacher of No. 2 Middle School.
But immediately, Zhou Jie's expression changed, he looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief, and murmured in a low voice: "Did you break the table?"
"Yeah." Zhang Fan nodded, hummed slightly, and shrugged, looking like it was none of my business.
"hiss!"
Zhou Jie took a breath of air conditioning. He had tested this batch of tables when he bought them. These tables were very strong. Damn it, two of them were broken?
Then he thought of the scene where Qi Lin smashed the table with his fist, and he understood instantly.
Feelings are like this little devil is causing trouble again.
"Oh, how come the table is not strong? I just watched Teacher Qi Lin throw a lot of punches. Look at Teacher Qi Lin's muscles. He has won the full-body fighting championship. When you say this, you are not looking down on our Qi Lin.
Teacher?"
Zhou Jie's painting style changed, and the anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a bright smile.
This sounds true, but when Qi Lin hears it, it feels worse than eating shit.
Damn, what does this sentence mean?
Qi Lin's expression changed. If Zhou Jie hadn't been the principal of No. 1 Middle School, he would have smashed it with his fist.
This statement sounds like a mockery.
However, he can't get angry yet, that's the fact.
Zhang Fan sighed and shook his head: "Old Zhou, it's not me who said that you were deceived by Teacher Qi Lin's muscles. He has myasthenia gravis. It's true that your table is not strong."
Zhang Fan said, then raised his hands and slapped them on the table.
"BOOM!"
As always, just like the previous two tables, this table collapsed immediately, and its four metal legs seemed to be twisted ninety degrees, lying straight on the ground.
Zhang Fan will naturally not let Qi Lin go. Hitting someone without slapping him in the face is no different from a salted fish.
Especially if you take the initiative to provoke someone, it will not be pleasant at all unless you give him a painful beating all at once.
Zhou Jie stared at Zhang Fan's palm in stunned silence. He felt a chill on his back.
Oh my god, it would be strange if this palm were slapped on my body, and my bones would break.
However, after being frightened for a moment, Zhou Jie's face showed a bright smile.
He turned his head, looked at Qi Lin, and said slowly: "Oh, Teacher Qi Lin, you are not really sick, are you? Look, why are you not as good as our classmate Zhang Fan? I don't understand, Zhang Hua
How do we arrange for you to be the physical education teacher of the friendship class? This level is not enough. Our friendship class wants elites. Do you understand the elites? They are the most awesome ones from our two schools."
Zhou Jie felt extremely happy, Zhang Fan was so awesome, he slapped the teacher of No. 2 Middle School in the face on the first day, which was very satisfying.
Oh, what a pity. If I had known this, I should have kept Zhang Hua and watched a scene together. By the way, I would have looked at Zhang Hua's constipated face.
Qi Lin's eyes instantly turned red after hearing these words.
Elite? In the entire No. 2 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School, if there was a teacher who knew more about physical education than him, he would rather have his head cut off.
Oh my god, this cliff is a shady story. It is a shady story that Yizhong wants to exert power on itself.
He has personally experienced that table. Your uncle, you smashed it nearly thirty times before it was broken. Your fists are almost useless. Are you telling me that I am sick?
Damn it, uncle, why don’t you try it.
Qi Lin was extremely angry, but this was another try. He really wanted to try it with Zhang Fan again.
But thinking about his hand that was about to be broken, his heart started to tremble.
"Principal Zhou, I have won the provincial fighting championship and the honorary title of National Marathon. With my physique, I don't believe your school can find someone better than me." Qi Lin was angry.
Zhang Fan chuckled, "Marathon? It's only 42.195 kilometers."
Zhang Fan's eyes twinkled when he thought of the ten-kilometer cross-country climb with a load of 20kg in the morning.
Zhang Fan can be sure that the amount of exercise he does in the morning will never be any easier than a marathon. That's mountain climbing!
"Isn't it just a marathon? Come on, let's compete!" Zhang Fan looked at Qi Lin coldly and said.