"Is there any other way that doesn't involve using bare hands?"
Wang Shanhai asked this.
Ren Yan looked at the other person curiously, and felt a little admiration in his heart.
Wang Shanhai's ability to listen to details is really strong.
He actually wrote down what I just said casually?
"Don't look at me like that. When doing business, if you don't pay attention to every word you say, it's easy to be led astray." Wang Shanhai did not comment.
"Speaking of reason, Lao Wang, have you ever considered giving a social studies class to the students in Class 9?"
"I think with your abilities, it's more than enough to teach them."
Ren Yan looked at Wang Shanhai seriously.
Wang Shanhai was stunned and pointed at himself: "Teaching? Me?"
"Yes, you are responsible for teaching these little bastards a lesson from society, setting a trap for them and making them remember it. I feel you might be an expert in this area." Ren Yan looked at Wang Shanhai steadily.
The more I think about it, the more I think this idea is feasible.
If we let the students of Class IX experience a beating from society in high school, it will help them avoid many detours in the future!
These are all invisible wealth!
"Teacher Ren, please behave like a human being..." Wang Shanhai glanced at Ren Yan helplessly: "For those 17 or 18-year-olds in Class 9, if they come to society like that, they will be dead if they don't get killed."
"It might even have some counter-effect. Even if it doesn't, do you think those parents would be willing to let their children do this?"
"That's right..." Ren Yan scratched his neck helplessly.
I can only put this idea aside for the time being.
Although I am the head teacher of Class 9, I have the obligation and right to manage Class 9.
But he had no way to stop the parents of Class 9 from agreeing with this behavior which clearly meant their children would be beaten.
After all, he is the first guardian.
"Okay, Teacher Ren, tell me about the method using bare hands." Wang Shanhai continued to ask.
"It's very simple," Ren Yan nodded:
"The most troublesome thing is actually just making a tool..."
......
Class nine, Wang Bo’s place.
After more than ten minutes of hard work by seven or eight students.
They finally succeeded!
Successfully drilled the not very thick wooden board into two halves...
Looking at the black wood that shattered at the break, Wang Bo and others fell into deep self-doubt.
They couldn't understand why there was no fire when there was smoke.
And they also laid out combustible materials underneath...
Could it be that this fire-making trick by rubbing two sticks together is just a made-up trick to fool people?!
Wang Bo and others couldn't help but think so.
Otherwise it would be difficult to explain to other students.
There were seven or eight of us, and it took us a total of seventeen minutes, but we didn't even get a fire started, and instead we cut our hands?
Especially Wang Bo, who couldn't even finish it in half an hour?!
It's really embarrassing to say that.
It is better to reject this idea fundamentally...
Although they knew that there was probably something wrong with their operation.
But at least it gave me a way out...
Wang Bo and others looked at each other and nodded.
Then wait, tell your classmates this.
Everyone sighed helplessly, picked up the broken wood board and looked at it, then sat down on the ground in dejection.
"Speaking of which, should we start from a different perspective? This fire-making trick is obviously not something we can do right now..."
"Change your perspective?" Wang Bo laughed at himself: "Look at those miscellaneous things. Can you use them to get angry? There is nothing related to fire in them."
Everyone turned their heads, looked at those things, thought about them briefly, and shook their heads.
If they could use those things to make a fire, they wouldn't have chosen to drill wood in the first place.
"How about we go and borrow a lighter from students from other classes?"
At this time, another person spoke quietly.
“….”
There was silence for a moment.
After a few people were stunned for a moment, their eyes lit up.
I think this method is more reliable.
But just as they were about to take action, Wang Bo's words completely extinguished their last hope:
"Teacher Ren has only one requirement: not to disturb other classes."
As soon as these words were spoken, the few people who had just become energetic instantly became depressed again.
He turned his head to look at Ren Yan and silently gave her the middle finger in his heart.
Damn it! Their own class teacher has blocked all their ways out!
What a foresight!
After sitting there in despair again, they stared blankly at the wood in front of them, trying desperately to think of other ways to start a fire.
At this time, Wang Shanhai, wearing Zhu Bajie's mask, walked over from behind:
"Hey, are you guys rubbing two sticks together to make fire?"
Everyone looked up and saw that it was Wang Shanhai, and their interest was dulled: "Can't you tell, uncle?"
“Didn’t I tell you to call me brother?” Wang Shanhai’s mouth twitched.
"Uncle, we're really not in the mood to joke with you right now. If we can't get angry again, we'll probably have nothing to eat at noon." One of the boys waved his hands weakly.
Continue to stare at the wood in a daze.
The others did not react.
Wang Shanhai smiled and didn't care. Instead, he squatted down, picked up a piece of wood, looked at it for a while, and said familiarly:
"Hey, there's no way you can start a fire with this kind of wood."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
