Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

In front of the entire eighth grade classroom, there is such a bicycle leaning against the classroom wall in a triumphant posture.

"Is that it?"

"that's it."

"The owner didn't say anything?"

"He also said that he got out of the car without even looking at it, and left without shaking his head."

So arrogant! He hit someone at school and didn't even get out of the car. Could it be that his father is the principal?

Lao Tzu is still low-key and not so rampant even after Zhu's second child is leveled!

"Do you know the owner's name?"

"Shi Yang, eight years and three years old."

Shi Yang? who?

Regardless of who Shi Yang is, let's see if there is anything wrong with Chen Wenxin's legs.

"Is there something wrong with your leg? Can you stand up?"

"It seems impossible."

"I'll take you to the hospital for a look."

Unconsciously, he bent down and put Chen Wenxin on his back: "When the head teacher comes later, someone will tell the teacher."

Wan Feng strode out of the school gate with Chen Wenxin on his back and went straight to the hospital.

The Warriors Commune Hospital is about 200 meters away from the school.

Wan Feng carried Chen Wenxin on his back to the hospital to register, and then an old Chinese doctor pinched Chen Wenxin's ankle a few times.

"It's okay, just take some medicine."

Wan Feng and Chen Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time when they heard the doctor's words.

Chen Wenxin was very afraid that he would become a cripple, and it would be miserable.

The doctor prescribed a box of pills.

When returning home, Wan Feng was still carrying Chen Wenxin on his back.

When I feel relaxed, other things will come out.

Chen Wenxin's front is very predictable, why didn't I see it before.

Does it conform to the law of scientific development that a fifteen-year-old girl is so predictable?

With a little force, Chen Wenxin's body was shrugged on the back, and with this shoving force, the two hands holding Chen Wenxin's thigh were squeezed secretly.

Very solid feeling.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not playing hooligans!

When I got back to school, the first class had already started.

Wan Feng briefly explained the situation, but the substitute teacher didn't say anything.

Chen Wenxin got off Wan Feng's back, and went back to his seat quickly.

This made Wan Feng a little dumbfounded, something seemed wrong!

After the first period, Wan Feng came to Class 3, Grade 8.

The classroom in Class 3 and Class 3 of junior high school was chaotic, joking and joking like a vegetable market.

"Who's Shi Yang?" Wan Feng asked standing at the door of the classroom.

The classroom in Class 3 was still full of voices, and no one paid attention to Wan Feng's question.

Wan Feng flew up and kicked the door of the classroom.

There was a loud bang, and the voice in the classroom became quieter this time.

"Who is Shi Yang?" Wan Feng asked again.

A student wearing a single hat stood up at the back of the classroom.

"I'm Shi Yang, why are you looking for me?"

It seems that his glorious journey a few days ago did not leave any impression in school, this guy doesn't even know him.

"Is it you who knocked down a girl from the first grade of junior high school at the gate of the first grade of junior high school this morning?"

"When did I hit someone?"

"Whose bicycle is at the door?"

"Mine!"

"This is weird. A girl in class one and five was hit by a bicycle before the first class. In the third year of junior high school, there is only one of your bicycles here, but you say you didn't hit it. Then tell me who hit it?"

The corner of Shi Yang's mouth turned up: "How do I know who hit it, anyway, I didn't hit it anyway, and what does it have to do with you because it was a girl? Is she your wife?"

A roar of laughter erupted in the classroom of Class 3 and Class 3 of junior high school.

Wan Feng took a deep breath: "If you hit me, go and apologize to that girl, and then pay for her to go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment plus medicine."

Shi Yang seemed angry: "Who the hell are you? Are you that onion?"

"It doesn't matter that I'm that onion, I'll ask you now if you admit it or not?"

"It's not because of me, why should I admit it, if you have the ability, go to the teaching office to sue!"

"You really don't admit it?"

"Hurry up and get out, this is the third year of junior high school, not your first year of junior high school, I'm not comfortable looking for it!"

Wan Feng turned and walked out of the classroom.

"Put some lights on!" Shi Yang cursed after Wan Feng left the classroom.

But a minute later, there was a clicking sound outside.

Sitting by the window, the student exclaimed: "Shi Yang! No way, the guy who came in just now is throwing stones at your bicycle!"

As soon as Shi Yang heard it, he ran out, and when he ran outside, he saw that guy raised a rock the size of a volleyball and smashed it hard on the rear rim of his bicycle again.

The front and rear wheels were all deformed, and the front fork was bent.

Shi Yang's eyes were red: "How dare you smash my bicycle?"

Wan Feng clapped his hands: "Use what you said just now, go to the teaching office and sue me!"

"I'll fight with you!" Shi Yanghong rushed towards Wan Feng with eyes wide open, and punched him in the face with a wave of his hand.

When Shi Yang's fist approached Wan Feng's head and tilted his head slightly, he pulled Shi Yang to the ground with a single hand.

Shi Yang got up again and rushed towards Wan Feng. Wan Feng's body flickered and he stretched out his foot. When he tripped over a stone, Yang plopped and fell down again.

When Shi Yang rushed up for the third time, he was thrown down by Wan Feng's big back, and was stepped on by Wan Feng's foot.

"Just like you, I can beat you three. Don't think that you are great because you are in the third grade. Remember my name, Wan Feng from the first and fifth classes of junior high school. If you don't agree with the number of people, you can call as many people as you want. Let me Let's see what you can do!"

When Wan Feng announced his name, some of these third-year junior high school students finally remembered who Wan Feng was.

"Wan Feng? The one who stepped on Zhu's second child two days ago. I heard that several famous people came to the street that day. Saburo and Lu Wu all came here."

A few eighth graders who were going to come up to help immediately died down.

The incident subsided quickly, and both Wan Feng and Shi Yang were called to the teaching office.

The dean is a teacher who is a bit bald, and the students call him Lao Gai Gai behind his back!

As for why it is called Old Gai Gai Wanfeng, I don't understand the allusions because he has been here for a short time.

"Fighting in school, you are so courageous! You think school is society! Tell me what's going on? Tell me one by one."

Wan Feng opened his mouth immediately, he acted first, he had preconceived ideas about everything, and it was an advantage to speak first.

"Our classmate Chen Wenxin was hit by him riding a bicycle this morning..."

Wan Feng briefly explained the matter.

Old Gaigai turned to Shi Yang: "Is that the case?"

"I didn't hit it! I didn't hit anyone!"

Wan Feng sneered: "All the bicycles in the school are placed on the wall of the school gate, and you are the only one in the back classroom. If you didn't hit it, it was a ghost?"

Shi Yang said nothing for a long time.

Old Gaigai frowned: "Even if it was wrong for him to hit someone, you shouldn't smash his bicycle, let alone hit him!"

"Teacher, it was he who made the first move. I was just defending myself."

"Go back first, wait for the school's decision, and if you fight again and let the school know, you will be demerited!"

It has nothing to do with it. It is nothing more than the whole school reporting criticism and writing inspections. At worst, I will fix his bicycle for him. What else can he do?

Let those eighth graders who are graduating remember, don't think that when you reach eighth grade, you just want to bully people casually.

With me, no way!

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