Meng Chenyu had served Zhao Shunjie for so many days and knew that this master was very picky about the temperature of the foot washing water.
Of course he would not be satisfied if it was too hot, but he would also be dissatisfied if it was not hot enough.
This is what Mr. Zhao wants. It feels a little hot when he first touches it, but it feels a little comfortable... His feet slowly go into the water, adapting to the temperature little by little, letting the heat stimulate the cells on his feet, gradually adapting to this slightly tingling pleasure...
Meng Chenyu didn't even need to mention how difficult it was to serve him.
Anyway, every day, he would test the temperature several times before bringing footbath water to Mr. Zhao, the brilliant pearl of the control class, the first among the upper class, and the best among many students in Gratitude Education Center School.
Temperature, definitely no problem.
Mr. Zhao moved too hastily.
"I'll go change it!" Meng Chenyu suppressed his anger and added, "Today's water temperature is actually the same as yesterday."
Zhao Shunjie was stunned for a moment. The anxiety and depression brought about by the class crisis seemed to have found a way to vent. He stared coldly at Meng Chenyu in front of him, thinking in his heart:
Does he dare to refute?
He dares to refute me?
"Don't change it! Change your mother!"
Young Master Zhao lifted the foot basin suddenly, and the foot washing water poured onto Meng Chenyu's head. The foot washing water wet Meng Chenyu's hair, and the water flowed down his face in strands, leaving water marks all over his face.
This big boy, who was even two heads taller than Zhao Shunjie and had broad shoulders, wiped the foot washing water off his face, and suddenly -
Smiled,
I couldn't help but laugh out loud like crazy.
This laughter frightened Mr. Zhao. He shrank back and said in a softer, but still threatening tone:
"Meng Chenyu, what are you doing? Don't make trouble, I warn you, otherwise I will let the instructor lock you up in a small dark room! ... At worst, I won't let you bring foot washing water anymore!"
"Fuck your mother!"
An iron fist broke through the air and slammed into Zhao Shunjie's eyes, sending Master Zhao flying, knocking over the chair behind him, crashing into the table behind him, and then lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Zhao Shunjie only felt darkness in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be stars spinning around his head. It took him a long time to catch his breath. When he came to his senses, he cried and shouted.
"Meng Chenyu, you are crazy! I will not forgive you!"
"No one can forgive anyone!"
Meng Chenyu lifted Zhao Shunjie up with one hand, raised his other hand, and slapped Zhao Shunjie four times, making Zhao Shunjie's face swollen. Zhao Shunjie quickly asked for help from other middle-class people in the dormitory:
"What are you just standing there looking at?"
The average student finally came to his senses.
Two middle-level students rushed over from the left and right, deciding to at least pull Meng Chenyu away first. But when Professor Yang copied this system, he overlooked one point.
The criterion for distinguishing between superior and inferior people is grades, not other things, such as -
physical fitness!
Before coming to this school, Meng Chenyu was a sports student.
It was the instructor's small dark room and Professor Yang's electrotherapy that made him suppress his nature. At this moment, Meng Chenyu, who had been holding back for a long time, laughed happily, and faced the two average students in front of him who had once directed him to work and sweep the floor and take out the trash, and he rushed over with laughter.
Giving each person two "bang bang" punches announced that this dormitory had returned from the class order to the original order of "whoever has the bigger fist is the boss."
The remaining two middle-level students were dumbfounded. Facing Meng Chenyu who was still not satisfied, one of the middle-level students suddenly had an idea and shouted:
"I've had enough of you! Zhao Shunjie!"
As he said that, he quickly came to Zhao Shunjie, kicked him in the body, and cursed:
"I can't even bear to eat the beef jerky my aunt sent me!"
"You'll eat it all! I'll kick you to death!"
Although the other middle-level student did not have the courage to kick Young Master Zhao, he was quite good at adapting to the situation. At this time, he said to Young Master Meng attentively:
"Brother Meng! I never asked you to do anything before... I will listen to you now! I will do whatever you say!"
"What!?"
This question really made Meng Chenyu stunned for a moment.
But soon, thinking back to the recent experiences, thinking back to the pranks Yang had played on them and the words "So you guys want to rebel", a surge of blood boiled.
A surge of warm blood gushed out of his heart, flowing into his fists, into his head, and into his unbridled, hearty, free, and extremely happy laughter.
"Hahaha, that's the opposite!"
"Fuck him!"
The middle-level student opened his mouth, but then gritted his teeth and shouted with Meng Chenyu: "Fuck you!"
Afterwards, Meng Chenyu happily took his two "little brothers" and kicked open the door of the dormitory opposite.
Coincidentally, in this dormitory, two servants were also serving the young master to wash his feet. Meng Chenyu seemed to see his own shadow in the servants.
Without saying a word, he went up and slapped each of the young masters twice.
The younger brother behind him shouted quickly: "It's a rebellion! Fuck the superiors! Fuck Professor Yang!"
The world has suffered from Professor Yang for a long time!
Upon hearing such slogans, the lower class immediately rose up and followed suit, immediately putting the foot basin on the upper class's head. The middle class saw this and immediately followed suit, shouting slogans and announcing that they would join the vigorous army of the lower class.
The two young masters and the old man also made their positions clear to Young Master Meng!
"Brother Meng! Brother Meng! I am also willing to be a good man!"
"Brother Meng, stop hitting me! I was forced to do this. It was Yang Xiaoshan who asked me to do this. He wanted us to teach you 'lower class' a lesson so that you would learn the rules. I am also willing to surrender!"
"Yang Xiaoshan!"
Hearing this name, Meng Chenyu gritted his teeth in hatred. That bad guy was just as bad as Professor Yang. It made people wonder if he was Professor Yang's illegitimate son.
Today I've already made up my mind, so let's just settle all the old and new accounts together!
"Kill Yang Xiaoshan!"
A new slogan was born!
It has to be said that when a group has a common enemy, a well-timed slogan can immediately arouse a positive response from the group. When the students heard that they were going to "kill Yang Xiaoshan", they all became excited.
"Kill Yang Xiaoshan!"
"Down with Yang Lide!"
The entire floor of the boys' dormitory was set off. The instructor who rushed over hurriedly shouted, "What are you doing? Go back to the dormitory honestly. Do you want to rebel?"
"I'll go to hell with you!"
Meng Chenyu is worthy of being a sports student. He rushed forward and kicked the instructor to the ground with a flying kick. The others had been holding back for a long time, and taking advantage of the crowd and the crowd around, they kicked the instructor quickly.
The anger that was originally just in Meng Chenyu's heart grew more and more intense, and soon spread to the entire campus.
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