Don't Play With the Goddess of War
79: Just Look Down at You
Wu Wenyue became the first instructor at a special education institution that students could not retire from, and he still felt himself humiliated.
Under the crowd in the hall, the fig leaves were torn apart by An Xia, and the layers as well as his face were gone.
Because, as long as you are not blind, you can see that she is much inferior to An Xia.
He himself knew it very well.
Upset with anger, he waved his pointer, took his identity as a teacher, and shouted: "I'm a teacher, you're a student! You should listen to what I say! Now, I command you to squat five hundred at once! If not..."
Otherwise, will you punish me again?” A Xia did not change his face, and smiled coldly, “Now, even if the head instructor comes, I still hate you, everything is inferior to me as a disciple!"
"I knew it was inferior, but I didn't admit it, saying that I was a teacher, but it was actually an embroidered pillow. If I were a teacher, the first thing I would clean up would be your type of fish in troubled waters! "
Behind him, there was the voice of a serious, low, and cold middle-aged man, "Right you? You are not brave. Special education institutions have been established for ten years. There were thousands of students in the past. You dare to say that the teachers are embroidered pillows, and you are the only one."
His mouth may be open.
It was the head instructor, who was forty-two years old, the natives of Zhang and Xuancheng, who were actual members of the special forces.
It is said that he had been on the battlefield outside the region and suffered many injuries and injuries.
Zongjiao Zhang came, the twenty troubled youths of the team with an average age of 19 were all silent, bowing their heads, trying to reduce their sense of presence, and it was best to be transparent.
Even if it was Wu Wenyue, as soon as he heard Master Zhang's voice, he immediately held back his anger and greeted respectfully, "Sorry, I'm bothering you."
“What's your name.” When I walked over to An Xia, the murderous aura appeared faint. No wonder they were afraid of him. People who are really bleeding have bloody screams that can stop children from crying.
It was an aura familiar to An Xia, but it was possible that he had been away from the team for too long, not as pure as the aura on Mu Chenyuan.
His eyes were indifferent, and the voice came quietly, "An Xia."
"An Xia, her name is good." Zong Zong Zhang was serious and awkward, and his dark face naturally squeezed out an awkward smile. He could tell that he was a serious and unhappy temperament. "You said the teacher wasn't that good.you, just relying on Talking about it wasn't convincing, it had to be practiced."
Wu Wenyue did not want to see An Xia practice, so he stopped her, "Teacher Head, An Xia ..."
“Do not talk much.” Zhang Zong raised his hand and interjected: “If he really is better than the instructor, it is my fault. But if it falls apart, it should be punished!”
“You all listen to me, and when you enter a special education institution, well you have a cocky capital that convinces me. Or, give me some honesty! Practice until you become honest, and practice until you get out and no longer harm society.Till!"
The voice was like thunder, one after another, the shy one had been smashed to shiver, and the more courageous one kept his head down, trying to treat himself as a transparent person.
One Xia was very brave, and said indifferently: "If I train well, will he still be able to control me?"
"I care about you, not because you train well, but because you hold you back from doing things and not doing things."
"What did something? Dutifully? Be honest? If you don't fight, you don't fight, you endure being bullied, you endure being persecuted, you endure being persecuted at will, does it do anything?"
His voice was as clear as water, filled with the bitterness of winter, "So, is there still a need for a special education center? Why was it built, Master Zhang, do you remember?"