urban evil king

"You brought out such a good brother!" The female teacher said coldly: "You can't come back to class, you take your brother and wait for me in my office! I want to talk to you after class!"

"Ok."

Wang Zheng was still smiling, patted Wu Xiaoqiang, turned and left.

Although Song Ziye didn't understand why Wang Zheng didn't react, she understood that Wang Zheng must have his reasons for doing so, so Song Ziye didn't interrupt, but followed behind Wang Zheng with a slight frown.

Wang Zheng and Wu Xiaoqiang walked to the office while chatting: "Where does your father work?"

"My dad went to the capital to build a building, and he only comes back once a year." Wu Xiaoqiang said in a low voice, "Last year, my dad didn't buy a train ticket, so he couldn't come back."

"Do you miss him?" Looking at this strong and sensible boy, Song Ziye felt a little distressed.

"think."

"Will the teachers in this school criticize you often?" Wang Zheng continued to understand the situation.

Wu Xiaoqiang bowed his head and remained silent.

Wang Zheng obviously already knew the answer, but he still encouraged the child to say what he wanted to say: "Come on, tell brother, I want to know the truth."

"Ms. Li will often criticize me because I always doze off in class recently. The teacher also said that I am useless to go to school. Anyway, I will go out to work after graduating from elementary school."

Song Ziye was shocked, very shocked: "How can there be such a teacher!"

Wang Zheng's eyes were slightly cold: "What else did Teacher Li say about you?"

"It's nothing, it's the same story anyway." Wu Xiaoqiang's mood was obviously not very high: "I don't want to go to school now, and I will go to the capital to find my father when I graduate from primary school, and earn money with him."

"You are so young, how much money can you earn?" Song Ziye felt sad when he heard it.

"Did you like going to school?"

"like."

"now what?"

"do not like."

Wang Zheng's eyes narrowed into a line.

The greatest tragedy of education is not that it fails to educate people or misleads their children, but that it kills ideals.

At this point, whether it is a primary school student or a college student, it is the same.

How many teenagers who dreamed of dancing in the sky, with their ideals in mind, were ridiculed by their teachers, attacked by their classmates, and then became unconfident, and gradually quit those goals that seemed unrealistic and unconventional.Some, like Bill Gates, have tried and succeeded.Of course, this is only one out of ten thousand lucky ones, and there are more people who left school but died on the way to pursue their ideals, but before they fell down, they can at least proudly say: I tried, I I tried, I don't regret it.

However, those who have given up before trying, will feel sad when they dream back at midnight after a few years, just to bid farewell to the dream that has long been fading away.

In Wang Zheng's view, education must strengthen people's ideals and enrich people's hopes, especially in such schools for the children of migrant workers. The material conditions are already very simple, but the spiritual conditions must be rich. Otherwise, the meaning of building this school will be meaningless. Not so much.However, now it seems that the situation is obviously not so optimistic.

Even, if these children are hurt in this school and leave indelible scars on their young minds, it will be extremely detrimental to their future growth.

"I don't want to go to school."

Hearing Wu Xiaoqiang's words, Wang Zheng felt very sad and couldn't bear it, his eyes were full of coldness, obviously, he was already forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

After entering the office, Wang Zheng picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

After being connected, Wang Zheng said directly and coldly: "I'm Wang Zheng, and I'm in Pixiang Hope Primary School, get the hell out of here!"

Before waiting for the other end of the phone to answer, Wang Zheng had already hung up.

At this time, another male teacher came into the office, followed by two male classmates.

The male teacher looked at Wang Zheng in surprise, and asked, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Wang Zheng smiled: "I am the student's parent, waiting for Teacher Li here."

"Oh, my child has committed a crime again." The male teacher gave Wang Zheng a look of disdain, then turned his face, and said to the two students he brought: "Speak in class, tell me, I How should I punish you two?"

The two students bowed their heads in silence.

"Go home now and call your parents."

"Teacher, don't call your parents. We won't talk in class anymore." A student begged, as if calling parents to school was a terrible thing for him.

The male teacher looked at the two students playfully, and said: "It's not impossible not to call the parents. How about this, you two slap each other until I am satisfied. I won't do it myself when I talk in class, you two slap each other. Punish it."

Hearing this, the two teenagers looked at each other, feeling very hesitant about this approach.

"Smack me, why don't you smoke? Hurry up, you can't be perfunctory, you have to hit hard." The male teacher folded his chest and watched the battle.

Wang Zheng's fists were already clenched.

"You pervert!" Song Ziye was so angry that he stepped forward and slapped the male teacher with stares!

"Who are you? Why did you hit me?" The male teacher covered his face and said angrily, but when he saw Song Ziye's stunning face, he immediately forgot the pain.

"That's because you really deserve to fight." Wang Zheng also stepped forward and said, "As a model teacher, but enjoys torturing students, such a teacher really doesn't matter."

"Who are you? What right do you have to say that about me?" The male teacher said angrily.

Wang Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't want to talk about you now, I just want to hit you, and I won't be relieved to beat you up."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zheng slapped the male teacher's face with a backhand, crisp and loud!Five finger marks are clearly visible!

"You dare to hit me, I..."

The male teacher wanted to say something else, but Wang Zheng punched the guy on the side of the face, and his jaw dislocated on the spot, and the guy screamed and drooled in pain.

The two primary school students froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.Even Wu Xiaoqiang was stunned, he didn't expect Wang Zheng to be so tough, even daring to hit his teacher!In the hearts of students at this age, the authority of the teacher is supreme, and no one can offend.Therefore, Wang Zheng's actions directly subverted their worldview.

"Children, come here, I'll tell you." Wang Zheng said to the three boys who were still in shock: "I'll tell you four things, you must remember."

"First, respect the teacher."

"Second, you can't change your ideals because of others."

"Third, no matter how you behave or do things, the first thing you must do is to have a clear conscience, not to be wronged, and to speak up straight."

"Fourth, children from poor families don't always have as many opportunities to make mistakes as children from rich families."

"Do you remember?" Wang Zheng's voice was soft.

On the other side, Song Ziye's eyes were shining brightly, and they were getting brighter and brighter.

"What do these words mean?" a male student asked.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly: "Whether you can understand is a matter of the future, whether you can remember it or not is the matter of now."

"I remember." Wu Xiaoqiang stood up, looked at Wang Zheng and Song Ziye, the emotion in his voice was obviously much higher than before, and said: "Brother and sister, I have remembered, thank you."

But the other two boys still looked confused.

"Okay, let's go back to the classroom. If there is no accident, you will have half a day off this afternoon."

"really?"

The boy was clearly more interested in the topic.

"Of course, let's go." Wang Zheng patted the back of the boy's head and said.

"Great, then let's go!" The two male students rushed away immediately.

Wu Xiaoqiang once again said sincerely: "Thank you."

Wang Zheng smiled and said, "Just have a clear conscience."

Song Ziye also came to Wu Xiaoqiang's side, squatted down, and said, "Little boy, I am looking forward to the day when you grow up."

Wu Xiaoqiang nodded emphatically, turned and left.

At this time, Mr. Li, Wu Xiaoqiang's class teacher, also came in.

"Hey, don't go, don't go, get out of here! Who told you to go?" Teacher Li said angrily when he saw Wu Xiaoqiang leaving.

"I let him go." Wang Zheng said out loud.

"You let him go, why do you let him go? I am his class teacher, I have the final say here!" Teacher Li roared immediately.

However, when the woman saw the male teacher humming in pain, she immediately looked shocked: "Mr. Xue, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Zheng said to Song Ziye at the side: "The next scene will be a little bloody, if you don't want to watch it, you can go out for a walk first."

Song Ziye said softly, "Where are you, where am I?"

"Alright then." Wang Zheng stood up, walked to the door, and locked the door of the office from the inside. In this way, if the door wasn't knocked hard from outside, it couldn't be opened at all.

"Teacher Xue, what's the matter with you?" The woman surnamed Li didn't notice Wang Zheng's movements.

Teacher Xue held his chin and pointed at Wang Zheng with a look of horror.

"It was you who beat Teacher Xue like this? You are quite courageous to beat people's teachers in public." This Teacher Li seemed very calm, but I don't know if she can maintain this attitude in another 10 minutes. calm state.

"Are you considered a teacher?" Wang Zheng sneered twice, and said, "A person like you deserves this title?"

Without waiting for Teacher Li to refute, Wang Zheng continued: "Destroying the flowers of Huaxia, causing children to be tired of studying and drop out of school at a young age, do you know how big a crime you have committed?"

Teacher Li also sneered with disdain: "These children of migrant workers are also considered flowers in China? They can have a fart! They are not migrant workers!"

Song Ziye's face turned cold when he heard the words: "How can you talk like that? You don't have any virtue in your mouth!"

"I accumulate virtue, why should I accumulate virtue?" Teacher Li was obviously a difficult shrew, and immediately retorted Song Ziye, saying, "You look so good-looking, which big city do you come from?"

Before Teacher Li finished speaking, Wang Zheng's figure had disappeared in place, and in the next second, Teacher Li's fleshy body slammed into the wall!

ps: Thanks to Da Yunxiao, Siuhuai the most, and Yiba Daozi for their support, you guys are so awesome!