Chapter 489 Betting 2
There was a lot of noise in the office, and some teachers from the chemistry group next door came over to see what was happening, and some went to Director Liu's office right away.
Qian Wenrui was stopped by Fu Zhi.
The word "apology" is like a depth charge dropped on the bottom of a lake.
"You're dreaming!"
Accompanying the three words "high-end, atmospheric and classy", Qian Wenrui waved her arm that was held by Fu Zhi freely and vigorously.
But goose.
——Didn’t wave it away.
Qian Wenrui: “…”
Sorry for being sloppy!
Qian Wenrui didn't expect Fu Zhi to be so strong. Her face flushed red, and she spoke without hesitation, "Fu Zhi, what do you mean? Are you going to attack the police?"
Song Fang couldn't help but asked, "You are a teacher, right?"
"..." Qian Wenrui stiffened her neck: "The police and the people are inseparable!"
After a pause, he looked at Fu Zhi, "Let go! Do you still want to continue studying at No. 1 Middle School? You even want to hit your teacher?!"
"Teacher Qian, that's not what Fu meant. You should say less and don't provoke her! And Fu, you too, let go quickly and don't be impulsive." As soon as the bell rang, the students in Class 1 also gathered towards the physics group. Seeing this, the English teacher of Class 1 hurried to persuade the two people.
"That's not what she meant?"
Qian Wenrui wanted Fu Zhi to come to the first shift, but Fu Zhi dragged her to apologize. She lost all her face and dignity. She couldn't bear to hear others making excuses for Fu Zhi, so she directly called the security room with her empty hand and asked the security guards to come and maintain order.
After all, I don't like Fu Zhi that much. It's just that the situation forced me to do so. Qian Wenrui has been teaching top students in the past two years. It would be helpful for her title of "famous teacher" to recruit Fu Zhi to the first class. As for the rest...
If Fu Zhi refuses to cooperate and even starts violence, she will definitely ask the school to give Fu Zhi a serious warning!
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When the security guards in the security room heard that it was Fu Zhi who was causing trouble, they didn't want to come at all.
Either the 500-year-old ancestor of the family is sick, or the three-month-old puppy is about to give birth to a second child.
What a joke! It’s not like they hadn’t seen Fu Zhi shoot the ball with one hand behind the basket.
With that kind of strength, he could knock out a small security guard with one punch.
Who will stop it?
Calabash Brothers saves grandpa?
To save one Qian Wenrui, thousands of security guards fell?
It’s not cost-effective. It’s really not cost-effective.
In short, after much deliberation, the security guards unanimously decided to call the school clinic.
Finally, the only person who hurried to the scene was the school doctor carrying all kinds of first aid medicine kits.
The school doctor took off his sunglasses. There were too many students gathered outside the door, so he shouted at the top of his voice, "Make way! Make way! I have already contacted the coffin shop, but I am paid after all, so I have to do my job. Please let me give the corpse an electric shock as a final struggle!"
Qian Wenrui from the inner circle: “???”
I understand. You are not here to rescue me. You are here to cover me with a white sheet.
The scene was very chaotic for a while. Fu Zhi repeated his words again, "Apologize, the students in Class 21 are not bad students."
After she finished speaking, Qian Wenrui didn't even need to refute this time, as a burst of discussion suddenly broke out around her.
Not far away from the group of Class 21, there were a few students from Hangyuan who came to watch the fun, and a group of students from Class 1 who came after hearing the news.
Qian Sen, the class committee member of Class 1, said to Xu Tongtong beside him, "Teacher Qian was just stating the facts. What was wrong with what he said? Aren't Class 21 the poor students?"
Xu Tongtong didn't respond, but the monitor next to her said, "Yes, to be honest, we all got into No. 1 Middle School with excellent grades. What about Class 21? There are also many who got in with money because their scores were not high enough, right? The country only provides nine years of compulsory education, isn't it to prevent poor students from taking advantage of the situation and delaying the good students' education? It's so annoying to be in the same class with poor students in junior high school. Whenever they ask a question, it delays my time to ask the teacher. I don't understand why there is a need for classes for poor students!"
Class One is full of top students with excellent academic performance. They are the pride of the world and are very forthright in their words.
There were even boys who said to Fu Zhi, "Come to the same class. We are the same kind of people, with the same ideals and revenge! They are the last-place class, and everyone has a dull mind and their IQ is just as low as our Rocket Class. You have nothing in common with them."
All the students in Class 21 were implied: "???"
"Grass!"
Song Fang pounced directly and kicked the boy with his leg raised.
"Who are you calling stupid? Who are you calling stupid? You haven't seen the methods used by the Goddess of Death in City A, right?"
He raised his legs to kick fiercely, but was held tightly by the fat sports committee member and Wang Yu behind him.
"Don't stop me! My dad is Fu Zhi! Let me go, I can do it!"
"Now it's not about whether your dad is Fu Zhi, brother. Fu Zhi's national pass is no longer useful, brother," Wang Yu cried, "I fucking think what he said makes sense!"
Then they are vegetables!
So what can they do?
If I get scolded, then...I'll get scolded.
Anyway, it’s fine as long as Sister Zhi stays.
Song Fang's calves, which were originally shaking at the same frequency as pedaling a tricycle, became limp.
He looked at Fu Zhi with grievance, and was so angry that he twisted his body while pointing at the boys in Class 1 and said, "Dad, he humiliated me, I don't want to live anymore, this is the sixth floor, I want to jump off the building!"
Wang Yu stopped him hastily, "Brother Fang, don't do that. Why bother?"
There was someone acting, and every strand of Song Fang's hair was filled with drama.
He twisted his body more and more frequently, and then accidentally...
The fat sports commissioner failed to hold on to Song Fang, and he landed steadily on the ground.
Song Fang didn't react and walked a few steps straight to the windowsill.
It was very quiet, no one shouted "classmate, calm down". Lu Yumo was holding melon seeds and peanuts, his eyes full of "go ahead and jump, I'm waiting to see you".
That’s too much!
Song Fang said sadly: "...In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent!"
He took a few steps back, put the fat sports committee member's hand back on his waist, and gritted his teeth to finish the last wave, "Since you're stopping me, I won't jump."
Fat Sports Committee member: “…”
Did he stop it?
Forget it, just stop me if you say so.
Many students in Class 1 exclaimed "Tsk".
Song Fang felt that he had lost all face and wanted to run away.
He failed to escape and was suddenly stopped by Fu Zhi.
He looked in Fu Zhi's direction awkwardly. This time he didn't think of complaining. He just wanted to leave this sad place as soon as possible.
Fu Zhi let go of Qian Wenrui's hand at some point and stood in the office.
There was not much expression on his face, and there was a chill in his eyes.
It was at this time that Director Liu rushed over from the office. He had just finished a video conference and knew that Fu Zhi's temper was not particularly good, so he came because he was afraid that she would really start a fight.
Before Qian Wenrui could complain, Director Liu adopted a conciliatory policy and appeased Fu Zhi, "Why are you still making a fuss? Look at your elder brother Lu Yumo, he's very good, he only knows how to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, isn't he living a happy life? Why are you always so angry?"
Lu Yumo, who was eating peanuts, said: "???"
The person who eats, the person who eats, the person who eats is the best!
Lu Yumo was so angry that he took another big sip of the fat otaku happy water.
Fu Zhi said tactfully, "Xiao Liu, you don't have to worry about this. You don't have enough hair. If you worry about it, there will be nothing left."
Director Liu: “???”
Then Fu Zhi stopped his gaze on Qian Wenrui and said word by word: "Studying does not represent one's character. Being too lazy to study and not being able to study are different. It does not necessarily mean that my classmates are not smarter than your students. As a teacher, I hope you understand what it means to be cautious in what you say and do."
Xiao Liu, who was just dissed for having no hair: "..."
Bounce bounce!
He wanted to throw the four words "be careful in what you say and do" back at that little bastard Fu Zhi!
Fu Zhi's attitude can be described as arrogant.
Qian Wenrui glanced in Fu Zhi's direction and laughed out loud, "Too lazy to study? Are you saying that the poor students in Class 21 are unwilling to study and that's why they do poorly on the exam? As long as they want to, they can get good grades?"
Is this a joke?
Not only the students in Class 1, but also the students in other classes were laughing so hard that they were shaking with laughter.
It's like a five-year-old participating in an adult Taekwondo competition.
He clearly can't do it, but he still insists that he can get a gold belt.
They were laughing, and Fu Zhi laughed too.
Xiao Liu, who was closest to her, shuddered inexplicably and didn't dare to say anything. In addition, there was an inexplicable voice in his heart telling him that what Fu Zhi said might be a good thing for Class 21.
Just as the idea came to her mind, before she even thought about it, Song Fang grabbed Fu Zhi's sleeve and shook it, "You can scold her if you want, put a sack on her at night, and don't let her mock you for us."
Fu Zhi felt that Song Fang was like Xu Wei and always thought that she would be bullied, but in fact, if it weren't for her transfer to another class, Qian Wenrui would not have come to diss Class 21. Including this group of students in Class 1, being good at studying is something to be proud of, but they use their good academic performance as an excuse to look down on those who are poor at studying, and think that poor students are not worthy of studying. Is this what they call a sense of accomplishment?
"Well, let's make a bet." Qian Wenrui smiled slightly and said in a disdainful tone: "Class 21 has always been at the bottom of the average test scores. In this final exam, as long as your class can get the top three in three subjects, I will apologize to you. I shouldn't have said bad things about you."
The teachers of various subjects in the office frowned when they heard this.
Not to mention other subjects, just Chinese, which is not too difficult, with a full score of 150. In the last exam, the highest average score was in Class 1, with 116 points, and the lowest was in Class 21, with only 60 points.
Of course, the 60 points were also contributed by Fu Zhi's 0 points and Song Fang's 10 points.
This is the case even for Chinese, let alone other subjects.
No matter how powerful Fu Zhi is, he alone cannot raise the average score of a class.
Isn't Qian Wenrui doing this because she doesn't want to apologize?
To get an average score of the three subjects close to the top three is extremely difficult, not only for Class 21, which has always performed poorly, but also for other classes.
Qian Wenrui was just waiting to see Class 21 make a fool of themselves.
Song Fang and Wang Yu looked at each other, their faces pale.
They are good at playing basketball and playing games, but forget about studying.
No matter who they love, they are so soft.
Qian Wenrui raised her chin and said, "What do you think, Fu Zhi? Don't you want to stand up for your classmates and prove that these poor students can do it? In that case, do you dare to accept this bet?"
The atmosphere at the scene was tense.
Song Fang and several other boys had tight jaw lines.
Everyone thinks Qian Wenrui is forcing others to do what they want.
But in Fu Zhi's eyes, it was just the top three in three subjects, nothing more.
Fu Zhi sneered and ignored Qian Wenrui at first, but looked at Song Fang: "The unicorn is too expensive to buy. You don't want to get a perfect score this time, what do you think?"
She said it in a flat tone, as if she was saying that it was a nice day today.
However, the group of people around were not calm.
Unicorns are too expensive, so what? Can you now help Song Fang dream openly?
Fu Zhi, you were kidnapped and you just blinked?
Song Fang let out an "ah", as if he didn't expect Fu Zhi to suddenly ask this. He was a little at a loss, but also a little excited and wanted to blurt out something else.
He didn't reply immediately.
The monitor of Class 1 said, "You are too fanciful. The questions in No. 1 Middle School are so difficult that I can't even get a full score."
"You can take it for granted that you are a bad cook, but Song Fang doesn't need to."
Fu Zhi focused his gaze on Song Fang: "Do you want to get full marks? If you want, you can. Don't pay attention to what a group of people who didn't even get first place say."
She repeated her words again. The boy who was about to mock Song Fang and say, "Don't dream, no matter how hard Song Fang tries, he can't make up for the difference in IQ," suddenly shut his mouth. He thought that if he said one more word, Fu Zhi would definitely crush him with her IQ to the point that his own mother would not recognize him.
Everyone turned their eyes to Song Fang.
Qian Wenrui didn't understand what Fu Zhi meant, and even the other teachers didn't understand either.
It is very difficult to get into the top three in three subjects, so asking Song Fang to get full marks is like asking red rain from the sky!
The final exams are in less than a month and there is no time left.
Fu Zhi’s question is too unrealistic!
However, the group of students and teachers did not say anything because of Fu Zhi's serious attitude.
Song Fang was being watched by everyone, and his palms were covered in sweat.
He vaguely guessed what Fu Zhi was going to do, but was afraid that he would hinder Fu Zhi. After a long while, he stumbled and said, "I want to, but I don't have to get full marks in every subject. Just... just get full marks in one subject."
Song Fang thought so. Fu Zhi said to him, "The teachers are here, and your classmates are also paying attention to you. You don't have to be so modest. You can set a small goal first."
For example, to make 100 million?
Song Fang didn't dare, Fu Zhi gave him a soothing look, "You said, it's okay."
Song Fang cried and sobbed: "...Zhi, Sister Zhi, should I just blow it directly or go through the process?"
Fu Zhi: "Just tell me, no matter how many subjects you want to get full marks in, I can fulfill your little wish."
Song Fang: “!!!”
Song Fang: "Really? I don't believe it!"
Ye Jiu: "You can believe it or not."
Song Fang: “…”
Fu Zhi had already promised, and Song Fang thought it might work, but she still tried her best to "adhere to the code of conduct for women": "How about three subjects? If I can't get Chinese, how about math, chemistry, and biology?"
"I'll give you another physics class," Fu Zhi said, turning around and looking at Qian Wenrui, "The bet has changed. In the final exam, the average scores of Class 21 in all subjects will definitely be higher than yours."
(End of this chapter)
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