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Chapter 75 The Solid Principal's Mailbox

If there is one, there will be two. From this night onwards, the number of punishments will be increased day by day during the day. If you are happy, you will be punished for one round, and if you are unhappy, you will be fined for two rounds. This will make the students in Class 25 of the third year very worried.

"It has been added to 39 laps, and if this continues, it will be over sooner or later," sports committee member Li Daohua was worried.

He is a fourth-level physicist, and that's why he was appointed by the class teacher as a sports committee member. He thought that this position would not be difficult to secure, but he didn't expect that after half a month of school, he couldn't hold on and wanted to be a pick.

"Old Ban is too unkind," Tieta said naively, rubbing the back of his head, "Would you like to file a joint complaint? Isn't there a principal's mailbox?"

It stands to reason that paper letters should have been withdrawn from the arena long ago, but it is always inconvenient to send complaint letters and the like by e-mail, and it is easy to be caught by the complainant. Anonymous paper letters are more secure.

"This suggestion can be made," Le Zhengyang slowly raised his hand in agreement, "I'll let Iron Tower take the lead."

The squad leader is responsible for coordinating the overall situation, so he doesn't need to do everything himself.

Iron Tower is not too troublesome, he is the person who most wants to complain to the head teacher, and it would be nice to be able to do it himself.

"That's fine," Tieta cheerfully pulled out a blank sheet of paper from the desk, and grinned, "You write the report letter, and I'll mobilize everyone to sign it."

Le Zhengyang didn't shirk, took the letter paper and wrote everything all night, describing clearly the strange behavior of the head teacher in the past half month, and portraying their grievances in detail. "

Then, when the critical moment came, the iron tower had to work hard to persuade (encourage) the students to sign and pledge, and no matter what, more than half of the people signed.

Qin Jiao's signed painting was finished, she blinked and said to Bai Ziyue, "Bai Heixin, why haven't you signed yet, the class cadres have to take the lead."

Covering relatives is a big taboo, and it will never be tolerated.

As for whether Bai Heixin would offend the uncle because of this, it has nothing to do with Miss Qin San.

Bai Ziyue raised her eyebrows, grabbed the report letter and signed it flamboyantly, "Isn't it just a signature, it's very simple, I wonder if this report letter can be voted out."

The rules of this school can be called weird, and it is impossible for no one to protest.

Qin Jiao wrinkled her nose, "Why can't you drop in a mailbox?"

Miss Qin San had great expectations for the joint report letter, but she didn't want Bai Ziyue's word to come true, and the letter they worked so hard on was blocked outside the mailbox.

At around 02:30 in the morning, two sneaky figures appeared next to the principal's mailbox. The leader took out a pure white envelope from his arms and was about to stuff it in, but found that the mailbox had no delivery opening.

"Impossible, how can it be called a mailbox without a delivery opening," the slender and tall masked woman leaned forward and groped up and down, trying to find the delivery opening.

The tall, strong masked man in the lead said gruffly, "I'd like to see what you can find."

After searching over and over for a long time, but found nothing, the masked woman became anxious, "What kind of broken letter box is hung by the principal, and there is no delivery port, how can you complain!"

In a moment of anger, she forcibly tore the mailbox off the wall.

"Qin..." The tall and strong masked man widened his eyes, swallowed the name that was approaching his mouth, and cursed in a low voice, "What's the matter with you, forget it if you can't find it, why open the mailbox! "

The Masked Woman was extremely wronged, "I didn't use too much force. By the way, this mailbox is so heavy."

He hugged it and shook it, but there was no sound at all, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Could it be a fake mailbox?"

Turn on the flashlight function of the communicator and look up, look up, look down, look left and right, it is a solid piece of wood, only the four words "Principal's Mailbox" are engraved on the front.

"I'm going, it turned out to be a fake," the tall and strong masked man was so angry that he forgot to lower his voice and yelled loudly, "No wonder those old students have strange faces when they hear me say that I want to write a joint report letter."

"Tie Pimple, please speak softly," the masked woman slapped her companion on the shoulder, "Be honest if you don't want to be caught."

However, her warning came a little late when a siren blared and a few robot security guards burst out and surrounded the masked duo.

"Don't move," the leading security guard of the intelligent machine held a half-meter-long electric baton and gave strict instructions, "put down your things and squat down."

The masked duo looked at each other, winked and exchanged for a few seconds, and finally the masked woman stepped forward, "Hey, that's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

The tall and strong masked man nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, it's all a misunderstanding, I think we should talk first."

"Put down your things and squat down with your head in your arms," ​​the intelligent machine security guard did not have a bargaining program implanted, and the machine warned, "The countdown is five seconds, five, four, three..."

The bargaining failed, and the duo was helpless. The robot was really a lump of iron, even if it had intelligence, it would not be much better. Except for the fixed program, there was no communication at all.

At this point, they can only follow the instructions of the smart machine security guards. They don't want to try the power of the electric baton.

Think about the classmate who was electrocuted by the disciplinary committee a few days ago. He lay in the infirmary for two hours. After waking up, his hair stood straight on end. His hair didn't soften after several washes. It took half a month to return to normal. .

The masked duo was taken away, together with the solid mailbox. After they left, a few people suddenly appeared in the dark flower bed, "What should I do? Nothing will happen, right?"

"Probably not." Bai Ziyue covered her mouth and yawned. "At most, a few credits will be deducted and you will be locked up for a few days. There is no corporal punishment in school rules."

Now it was time to have a meeting with Zhou on the soft bed, but she was forced to submit a report letter, saying that the class cadre must be present, she wondered, seven or eight people are needed to submit a letter?
Speaking of which, what happened to Qin Xiaosan and the iron tower, didn't they just let them stuff the letter into the mailbox, and how did they attract the machine security.

Worried about their safety, they chose to hide in a flower bed 300 meters away from the principal's mailbox. They couldn't hear the conversation between the masked duo at all. They didn't realize that something was wrong until the siren sounded.

"Then what shall we do next?" Li Daohua blinked, trying to drive away the sleepiness, "Should we inform the old class to lead someone?"

"No!" Le Zhengyang vetoed, "If the old class asks us why we come here in the middle of the night, how should we answer?"

You can't say that you are here to submit a report letter!

The old class is so scary, he doesn't want to stroke the tiger's beard, didn't you see that he signed the report letter in an inconspicuous place in the corner!
Li Daohua hesitated, "Then we don't care?"

"It doesn't matter," Squad Leader Le, who still wanted to live, nodded.

Bai Ziyue curled her lips, "It's too late for you to regret it now, but that letter is on the disciplinary committee member, and the old class will always see it when I pick up people tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter," Le Zhengyang replied without thinking, "Go back to sleep and prepare for tomorrow's storm."

All class cadres: "..."

(End of this chapter)