After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

A heated argument broke out in the comments section.

Anti-fans strive to be negative, not the truth.

Neutral fans only look at the facts and have little emotional ups and downs.

But Feng Yin's true fans are very interesting. They don't fight with black fans or find evidence to clear Feng Yin's name. They just watch the live broadcast.

When a black fan scolds, they will reply below: You waited for Feng Yin to come/If you have the ability, you can scold Feng Yin/If you have the ability, leave your name @风音.

Feng Yin's fans focused on a celebrity in trouble, and they hid behind it.

A full sense of security that other celebrities cannot provide.

The live broadcast continued. Feng Yin controlled the little boy who was hitting people and throwing things wildly with one hand. The other two teachers really even thought about where to bury themselves.

The principal was quickly attracted by the noise in the classroom. The first step she took into the classroom, her heart, liver, spleen and lungs were burning with the burning fire of regret.

"Let go! Let go!"

The principal really ran over, and Feng Yin let go of the boy's hand upon seeing this.

The next second, the boy hit Feng Yin.

He fisted his fists and gritted his teeth. He didn't know that he thought he had a blood feud with Feng Yin.

Feng Yin was not used to the boy's faults, so he blocked it with his other hand and was ready to return it.

"No, no, no -"

The principal stepped between the two people in time, and the boy's fist hit the principal in the stomach.

The director's expression froze a bit, it really hurt!

"Ah——I'm going to beat you to death! Beat you to death!"

The boy's fists rose and fell without any rhythm, punching the principal's stomach one after another.

"Director!"

"Problem!"

Feng Yin couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over from behind the principal, grabbed the boy's collar and backed away, squeezing him into the corner, then pulled a table over and controlled the boy in the corner.

The boy standing in the corner had his lower body controlled, but his upper body arms were still waving in the air, roaring as he tried to hit Feng Yin across the table. Feng Yin, who was standing on the other side of the table, pulled a small chair over with one leg and sat down.

"Kids, have a good meal."

The children brushed their hands, returned to their seats, and lowered their heads to eat.

The neat movements reveal awe!

She is so awesome!

Even the most powerful little boy in the class is no match for her!

This is what children know.

Bullying by boys is no longer a matter of a day or two.

The principal who was beaten naturally knew the little boy and knew his problems, but they could only criticize a few words, and most of them were reasonable. There was no one like Feng Yin!

The director's head was buzzing.

"Feng Yin, let the child out."

"If he doesn't hit anyone, I'll let him go. Don't worry, I'm an adult and I can't fight with a child. I'm sorry if I win."

Feng Yin smiled so beautifully, but the words he said made the director even think about where his own grave should be.

"I'm just trying to stop him. As a good teacher, I can't watch him go crazy and hit others."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yin turned around and looked at the little boy who was still unconvinced.

"Are you still fighting?"

The boy's eyes were still glaring fiercely at Feng Yin, showing no sign of surrender.

"It doesn't seem to be possible. It doesn't matter. Then you can just continue to stay in there."

“Ah————Ah————”

The boy screamed, screaming at the top of his lungs.

When the little boy screamed for the first time, Feng Yin stood up and put one foot on the chair. The chair was against the table. She leaned forward and picked up the small handkerchief hanging on the wall with her fingertips.