I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

At this moment, Hiratsuka followed his inner choice, threw his so-called dignity in the French flag, and rolled sideways toward the dirty ground.

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A biting fist wind blew her cheeks, and a cannonball-like fist hit a small bunch of long hair beside her ear.

The dust on the ground ruthlessly stained Hiratsuka's white coat, her pupils shrank sharply, and dense cold sweat broke out on her forehead at some point.

He stopped rolling, before Shizuka stood up again, Chen Feng was already on the left side of Shizuka Hiratsuka, his left hand gripped Shizuka Hiratsuka's right hand tightly, and his right hand flicked towards Shizuka Shizuka. The lower jaw and the left foot slightly touch the ground, as if Hiratsuka would hit him in a right punch.

In fact, it is not as if Chen Feng thinks so.

Hiratsuka hurriedly leaned back and raised her left hand to block Chen Feng’s right fist attack, but with a click, her left arm was hit and dislocated, and Chen Feng’s left foot that had hit the ground also lifted and hit directly. In Hiratsuka's lower abdomen.

Hiratsuka's eyes widened, and her body fell softly.

Glancing at the woman in the white coat on the ground with disdain, Chen Feng picked up the cigarette **** that had fallen by the stone bench and threw it into the trash can in the distance.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed the call he had just made, and complained with his gun at the same time:

"Really... I remember that the school shouldn't be safe. How come there are enemies? Or is neon in this world not safe? It seems we have to ask the school teacher about the safety of this school."

Chen Feng loaded the pistol, intending to completely end the "enemies" on the ground, but when he opened the insurance and aimed the muzzle at the woman who had fainted on the ground, a pleasant ringing rang into his ears.

"The phone is ringing? Is it her employer?" Chen Feng looked at the phone that he was actually dialing, and then at the woman lying on the ground, his expression changed drastically, "Wait...Should it be..."

Chen Feng thought of a possibility, his whole body stopped for a while, took the phone off, and then hung up.

As he hung up the phone, the ringing in Hiratsuka Jingyi's pocket also stopped.

Chen Feng dialed...

The bell rings...

Chen Feng hung up...

The ringing stops...

After being silent for a while, Chen Feng resolutely hid the gun back.

At this time, it seemed that it happened to be the end of get out of class. Many students walked out of the teaching building until they found that Shizuka Hiratsuka, known as the'campus tiger', had strangely twisted and fainted on the ground, and she was in front of her. Standing a teenager with a mobile phone.

"A teacher was knocked out!"

"Ambulance, call for emergency."

"Who is that person? Did he beat Hiratsuka-sensei?"

"Look, he still took out a pack of cigarettes and was smoking. Could it be the gangster who got in..."

The students looked at Chen Feng vigilantly and discussed in a low voice.

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On the first day of enrollment, Chen Feng didn't even know which class he was in. He became a big celebrity in the school directly because of beating his teacher.

Chapter 8 I am really a good obedient student

The melodious ringtones wafted across the campus. This was already the last class of the morning.

"Ms. Hiratsuka has something to do with this class and may not be able to come, so this time we will go to math..."

In a classroom in the second grade, a middle-aged man who was about to die, walked into the classroom holding a math textbook and said.

"No, sir, you have already taken 3 math classes today?!"

When the students below heard the news, they all showed Sima expressions on their faces as if they saw Sun Gou.

"Everyone turn to page 41, today we will talk about the function cycle..."

But no matter how they complain, this math class seems to be a must.

Poke—poke—

"Yui...Yui!"

Sitting in the penultimate row, Yuihama Yui, who was planning to play with her phone for a while, felt that someone was calling herself behind her, and she turned her head suspiciously.

"Yomiko?"

"Now, have you heard, why Hiratsuka-sensei didn't come to class."

"Isn't there something wrong?"

"How is it possible? A third-year senior of mine told me that Mr. Hiratsuka was knocked out!"

"Uh, this joke is really funny enough hahaha..."

Yubihama touched the ball on the top of his head and smiled graciously. After all, friends are telling cold jokes. If they don't answer anything, they may seem a little uncomfortable.

As for Hiratsuka-sensei being knocked out? Let's not talk about who has the courage, even if someone really beats Hiratsuka-sensei?

But where did Yuihama know that after she finished laughing, Miura Yuko directly handed her her mobile phone from under the desk.

"Eh?!"

After a pause for half a second, Yubihama reacted under the urging of Yomoko's eyes and hurriedly took the phone.

Yuko's voice rang quietly in her ears.

"This is a photo taken by my senior sister, Hiratsuka-sensei fainted on the edge of the flowerbed near the school gate."

Opening the picture on the line, Yubihama saw Mr. Hiratsuka in a white lab coat lying on the ground embarrassedly. This place also happened to be in the school.

But isn’t Hiratsuka-teacher very good? I heard that I have won a national-level Sanda competition before. How can I be knocked out in school?

Just when Yuihama Yui thought of this, the Yuiko behind him said with interest:

"Listening to the rumors of the seniors, the one who hit Hiratsuka-sensei may be a gangster... Yui, you turn up and there is a picture of a guy who smokes standing not far from Hiratsuka-sensei. It seems that guy did it."

"Really? Let me see."

The pink nail polished nails tapped the screen, and Yui found the picture Miura Yuko said.

"Smoke...smoke, I found it. Eh!!!"

Seeing the person smoking in the picture, Yui couldn't help but exclaimed and stood up from his seat, attracting the eyes of the entire class.

Of course, it also included the teacher's gaze when Yuihama Yui was shocked when he painted half of the function picture on the podium, which caused the chalk to break into two sections.