"Teacher Zhang, I want to report a situation to you."

Zhang Xushao looked up and saw an unfamiliar student standing across the table in front of him.

"What's going on?"

"Your students from the sports school beat up my classmate. You have to deal with this."

Zhang Xushao frowned. "Hit your classmate? Which school are you from?"

"From Jiangwei School."

"Where's your teacher?"

"Our teacher is leading students to participate in a competition." Wan Feng's words were a lie, and he didn't have time to tell the teacher.

"Look, I'm so busy now. I can't take care of this matter."

Wan Feng, whose expression had been relatively calm, immediately frowned. "Is that even human language? You're busy and you can't take care of it?"

"Teacher Zhang! I think your attitude is very problematic. Is this the attitude a teacher should have?"

Zhang Xushao originally thought that he could get rid of the other party with just a few words. Fighting among students in the sports school was commonplace, and he hardly restrained them at all. In his words, how could people who engage in sports succeed without being passionate?

But now a student actually questioned him.

Zhang Xushao said with an unhappy look on his face, "What's wrong with my attitude? There's such a huge mess here, how can I just leave it there to deal with your little matter?"

A matter? He actually dared to say this was a matter.

"Your student robbed my classmate's property and beat him. Is this a big deal to you? Okay! You don't want to care, right? Then I'll go to the police station to report the case. I don't believe the police won't care." After saying that, Wan Feng turned around and left.

He still didn't believe it. Was this considered robbery? If it was, it was a big deal! If it wasn't robbery, the police couldn't do anything to these students, but they could still criticize and educate the sports school. He didn't believe that Warrior Middle School didn't care about its reputation.

Zhang Xushao couldn't sit still when he heard about the robbery and Wan Feng was going to call the police. The students of the sports school had been causing a lot of trouble recently. The local police station had educated them several times. If the matter got any bigger, they might end up in the juvenile detention center.

Zhang Xushao quickly stood up and caught up with Wan Feng in a few steps: "I'll go see what's going on."

Arriving at the scene, Wan Feng pointed at Jiang Jun, who was still sitting on the ground, and said, "My classmate was selling popsicles. Your students took more than ten popsicles from my classmate and refused to pay. When my classmate asked for money, he was beaten. I want to know, is this a sports school or a den of bandits?"

Wan Feng came up and put a big hat on him. He said, "I won't let this go until I teach him a lesson. Don't treat bean buns as dry food. The village chief is not a cadre."

"Ah! This classmate is selling popsicles? Selling things in school is not allowed, especially for students..."

"Teacher Zhang! Can you please stop interrupting? This isn't a question of whether or not you can sell things on campus. This is about eating without paying and then getting beaten up. Does that count as robbery? Stop using useless distractions."

Wan Feng didn't give Zhang Xushao any face. He wanted to talk about other things, but there was no way.

Zhang Xushao thought about it and thought that if this guy insisted on robbery, it would be a bit troublesome.

"So how do you want to deal with this?"

"My point is very simple. If the student who beat up Rao apologizes to my classmate and compensates him for all his material and emotional losses, this matter can be put behind us."

Wan Feng's request was actually very simple. There was nothing wrong with hitting someone and apologizing, right? Compensation for lost property was also a matter of course.

He didn't intend to make a big fuss; he just wanted to seek justice in someone else's home turf.

Now the ball is kicked in front of Zhang Xushao, and it depends on him how to deal with it.

"Actually, what happened was this: a few students from the sports school wanted to pay, but the popsicle vendor couldn't make the change. So they went back to the dormitory to get the change. But the student refused to give it to them. So, they got into a brief argument, but no physical fights occurred. I can testify to that."

At this moment, someone suddenly said this.

Wan Feng looked closely and found that it was Zhu Laoer who spoke.

Wang An, I accepted the fact that you took six popsicles from me, but now you show up again to give false testimony. Do you really think that I am a home friend who can be fooled?

"Is yours real?" Wan Feng asked expressionlessly.

Pig Lao Er glared and said, "If I am real, then it is real."

You really mean it, do you think I'm an idiot?

Wan Feng turned his gaze towards the students from the sports school: "Is his real?"

The man with the flat head still looked arrogant: "Of course it's true."

"Very good. The method of proving the authenticity is very simple. Take out your large bill that can't be changed."

Where did those students from the sports school get the big bills? They didn’t even know if they had any on them, so naturally they couldn’t take them out.

"You can't produce it? That proves you're lying. Now there are only two options. One is to apologize and compensate for the losses and let the matter be over. The other is for me to report the case to the police station and let them handle it."

Zhang Xushao thought for a moment and said to the people from the sports school: "Go over and apologize to them, and then see how much money we can give them as compensation."

You students were unwilling to do it, but you still went to Jiang Jun to apologize.

Next comes the inventory of losses.

Seventeen popsicles fell to the ground and melted, plus the ten that the students ate, making a total of twenty-seven, at fifty-four cents.

"In addition to the mental damage suffered by my classmate, you must pay one dollar in compensation."

Isn't this extortion? Jiang Jun is only fourteen or fifteen years old, after all. If he develops any psychological trauma, like depression, that would be a big problem.

Even though people in the 1980s had no idea what depression was.

Several students from the sports school stared at each other in amazement. It was obvious that they couldn't come up with a dollar.

"You don't even have a dollar? What's the point of you showing off your martial arts without money?" Wan Feng sarcastically said.

In the end, Zhang Xushao took out his wallet and compensated Jiang Jun for his losses.

Zhang Xushao had something else to do, so after paying the money, he glanced at Wan Feng with a gloomy face and left in a hurry.

Seeing that the matter was over, the guy from the sports school looked at Wan Feng unkindly: "Zi, what's your name?"

Wan Feng tilted his head and looked at Pingtou: "What are you doing! You want to take revenge on me and beat me up? If you touch me, I will lie on the ground, and you will have to pay compensation. Do you have money?"

As soon as Qian Pingtou is mentioned, he immediately loses his courage.

"No money, huh? Why are you fighting if you don't have money? Remember, next time you meet me, even if you want to beat me up, you have to check your pockets for money first. Don't mess with me if you don't have money. You can't afford it. Get up and let's go."

Jiang Jun stood up from the ground and scratched the scattered popsicles.

These popsicles have melted and it is impossible to sell them, but you can still eat them after peeling off the paper coating.