Chapter 192

"Let me ask you, my friend, how do you want to take revenge? Do you want to go in person or do I want to go for you? Do you want to stand in front of them or behind them?" "

Go for me. As long as you give me a chance at the last moment to see that damned enemy and tell her that she deserved to be in such a miserable state, I will be satisfied."

Yukri said.

His face was pale, his voice was hoarse, and his throat seemed to be very narrow, so that it was difficult for the air to pass through, so the sound he made was particularly unpleasant.

Perhaps his throat had been injured and it has not healed completely, which means that the injuries he suffered are not only physical, but also mental.

Physical injuries are easy to heal as long as they are treated in time.

But mental injuries are different, like a wound that keeps bleeding.

Sometimes you can cover it with white gauze, and the blood will flow less, but the blood will stain the gauze red until the gauze can no longer cover it.

Throw away the blood-soaked gauze, and the wound will still be there. It will not heal easily, and the blood will continue to flow out. If you want to stop the bleeding, the wound must heal. If

you want the wound to heal, you have to enlarge and tear the wound, and watch the knife that created the wound, or the person holding the knife, being destroyed.

Normally this is impossible.

But there are always unusual times.

Just like ordinary people will always encounter a few accidents.

So imagination can be realized, and it should be realized now.

If the person with the wound dies, and the person who made the wound is still happy, this world is too unfair, too excessive, and too abnormal.

We can't wait any longer, and there is no need to wait.

Green nodded.

Yukri showed him a grateful look.

"Go back and rest early tonight. I will call you when I need you."

Green said to him.

He nodded and turned to leave the room. After the door of the room was closed, there were only two people left here, one was Green, and the other was Abel who overheard the conversation.

"Do you have anything else to say to me?"

Abel asked.

"Yes, sir, I didn't let you live here for nothing. You should know that because you just heard something that should not be heard."

Green said to him.

"I'm happy to work for you,"

Abel said.

"Do you have a job?"

Green nodded and asked.

"To be honest, I don't have one, but it's unrealistic to say that I'm going to die soon. Although I'm really poor, I'm not that poor."

"Then I'll arrange a job for you, will you go?"

"Yes, sir."

"In fact, for this kind of thing, it would be more appropriate to arrange someone who already knows the industry, because it's less likely to reveal professional flaws. But they may not be trustworthy."

Green looked at him, as if judging whether he was really trustworthy, or just confirming what he had just said.

"You can trust me, because I have nothing else but you,"

Abel said.

He looked a little sad.

Green nodded, agreeing with what he said.

"Dear students, a new semester has come, and you have also welcomed a new teacher. Let's applaud and welcome your new teacher now. Your new teacher is coming in."

The head teacher stood on the podium in the classroom and said to the students below.

The lights on the podium were bright, and below the podium were rows of desks. Behind the desks sat lively students, and these students were generally no more than ten years old.

The students listened to the head teacher's words and clapped their hands. There was a round of enthusiastic applause in the classroom, and in the sound, a young man appeared at the door of the classroom.

He was handsome and dignified, and his expression was serious but gentle.

His hair was very short, his coat was very long, and there was nothing overly colorful on his body. He stood there like a sculpture, full of artistic beauty and elegance.

He first glanced at the students in the classroom at the door, then retracted his gaze, walked to the podium in the classroom, and nodded to the head teacher face to face.

This was considered a greeting.

After the head teacher returned the greeting, he passed by him, left the classroom, and handed the class to him.

He turned around and faced all the students under the podium with a smile on his face. It was an extremely gentle smile that most people could not find fault with.

Because there was no aggression in that smile. It was trained long ago and confirmed by experienced people to show one's friendliness to the greatest extent.

It is very effective to use this expression to face students, especially young students. These students are not afraid of him, so they don't resist him.

In his heart, he hates these people very much, because he himself hates children very much, but he can't not do his job, he can't not get the money, he can't not live, and he can't not keep his oath.

So he tried his best to practice his acting skills before coming here. Now it seems that his performance is very good. If there is a teacher opposite him, he should be able to give him a high score for this performance.

"I will be your new teacher from now on."

He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard behind him.

"How do you feel about the new semester?"

Mercedes took the schoolbag from the child.

"There is a new teacher, and his name is Abel."

El Lily answered.

"What does the teacher

look like?" "She's pretty."

"What's her temper like?"

"She's pretty good."

"Is she nice to you?"

"Yes."

"Do you like this teacher?"

"I don't know, but I don't hate him for now." "We

should get along well."

"I know."

Ellily replied.

"Your homework today is to write an essay. The topic of the essay is my father or my mother. You can express your feelings freely. At least 200 words, and hand it in tomorrow morning."

Abel said.

The next day, the students who collected the homework saw Ellily's essay and laughed.

"Look, such a rotten thing."

The student said, holding the essay book and smiled at the students around him.

The other students squeezed over out of curiosity.

"This is too fake. Don't you have a father? If you do, why doesn't he come to your house when you go to and from school? And why does he hold your hand every day? What are you dreaming about?"

"Don't you feel uncomfortable writing such fake things?"

"Or is it that your whole family is so disgusting, so you are used to lying and think that others should believe you."

The other students laughed.

El Lily blushed and tried to grab her composition book, but the others threw it back and forth, and the composition book flew in the air and could not be grabbed at all.

"What does what I write have to do with you? This is not your homework, and it is not your job to check. What does it have to do with you? You are really good at meddling in other people's business."

El Lily was furious.

She picked up her stool and smashed it on the head of the person who was holding her notebook and laughing.

The person's head was bleeding, and with a bang, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, with the things in his hands scattered all over the floor.

Other students ran around the classroom and screamed.

It was at this time that Abel walked to the classroom door.

"Help, help, teacher, a student has gone crazy, he must be a lunatic, please put this lunatic in jail or a mental hospital, don't let him come again."

A student rushed over and said.

Abel patted him on the back and asked him to go away, and Abel walked over by himself.

The other students thought he was brave, but they also thought El Lily was really scary, so they all rushed to the classroom door and ran away.

"It's their fault that they bullied me. What does it have to do with me? Why blame me? They deserve it."

Ellily shouted while hitting the head of the motionless man on the ground with a stool.

The teachers around heard the sound and gradually came over. They looked at the door and were shocked.

"What are you doing?"

The math teacher next door shouted to Ellily at the door.

"Didn't you see it? What else do you want to ask? Are you blind? Then your glasses are useless. Why don't you throw it down and let me step on it."

Ellily threw the stool to the door and shouted with a smile on her face.

The teacher ran away angrily.

"That child is going to die."

Abel said to Ellily.

"It deserves to die."

Ellily was fearless.

Abel nodded and asked, "Do you mean that this person shouldn't be sent to the hospital?"

"Why should we send him to the hospital? When they scolded me, I didn't say I was going to the hospital."

El Lily said.

Abel walked out of the classroom.

The math teacher led a group of people in and sent the person lying on the ground to the hospital, but the person died after being sent to the hospital.

The math teacher led a group of people to send El Lily to the foundation.

"This kid is too hateful, he must not be let off."

The math teacher said, waving his fist.

"Then you want to deal with it seriously, right?"

asked a member of the foundation's staff.

"Of course."

The math teacher nodded.

"Okay then, you go back and wait for news. This matter will be over in two days at the earliest."

The staff said.

The others left the foundation.

El Lily died that night.

The next morning, the student did not return home. After searching everywhere for him, the parents of Ellily found out the news by calling the teacher.

The woman rushed to the foundation to question him, but once again she was told that the person she was looking for was dead.

The woman screamed and threw everything on the table to the floor, trying to strangle the person in front of her to death.

However, there were many people here, so they pulled her away.