Abyss Express

Xue Ming sat beside Director Simmons, motionless.

Until Shao Jinghao came back, after more than two minutes, no one spoke, and no one left.

The teachers from the other branches of Galahad stared straight at the gunsmith, as if they had secretly colluded together to give the gunsmith this test question.

It doesn't matter who hit the person, and it doesn't matter who was actually bullied.

The most important thing is that under the instruction of the dean, the gunsmiths took away part of their power, which is the main contradiction.

As for what Xiaohao said and did, what he wanted to explain, no one would care about this child from the mundane world. In the eyes of the entangled family forces in the underground world, Shao Jinghao is a homeless child with congenital disabilities and defects, a tool that can be used at will. Use him to disgust gunsmiths, that's just an appetizer.

The thing that teachers and Director Simmons care about most is the attitude of the gunsmith.

If this uninvited guest can't handle this matter well, even if he can't protect a student, the next thing will be easy to handle. In the same way, such violent incidents occur twice in three days from the 78th class. The superiors will report the situation with the principal and write an inspection report.

With a two-pronged approach, one inside and one outside, the gunsmith can't defend against the attack of a "knight's combat skills will intensify school violence", and he will naturally get out of Galahad in despair.

Xueming: "Shao Jinghao."

When his name was called, Brother Hao immediately tensed up, doing the same nervous reflex as the usual military management guidance process.

"I am here!"

Xueming pointed to the classmate who was beaten, and asked Xiaohao: "Did you beat him?"

Xiaohao immediately hesitated and said, "To me."

Simmons winked: "Hey! He admitted it himself!"

"Did I ask you?" Xue Ming turned his head, almost face to face with Director Simmons.

Director Simmons closed his mouth resentfully, and when he saw the iron knight in the gunsmith's hand, he immediately became well-behaved and slick, and he didn't dare to talk anymore.

As the director of the Student Affairs Office of Galahad, he has to authorize all matters related to student activities in the school, so he is naturally qualified to sit in a chair in the bathhouse, let a group of teachers stand and watch the show, and discuss the school rules. When the imperial decree decides for both parties.

Most of the teachers and professors who come to Galahad to teach have to go through this test. These cultural people are usually sensible and understand human feelings. Will not do anything drastic.

There are only a few teachers with extreme personalities and violent tempers who cannot integrate into the team and can only be awarded the title of a visiting professor. These visiting professors only teach, but it is difficult to form a deep friendship with the students. Visiting professors have their own ideas. industry, will not stay in Galahad for long.

Simmons would be so terrified of a gunsmith—

——Because the teacher, Anonymous, is really likely to violently kill people.

Simmons obediently gave up half of the chair. He was really afraid that the gunsmith would knock his skull open with the remains of Mingde in front of so many teachers. Holding this stick in Wu Mingshi's hands is like the Shangfang sword sent by Ao Han Ming De. Knocking out a few bones on Simmons' body, I'm afraid the BOSS' punishment of the gunsmith is just a small punishment and a big commandment to go through the motions.

"How dare you?" Xue Ming looked at Simmons and said this to Xiao Hao.

Xiao Hao was stunned for a while, as if he still couldn't understand what the teacher was asking.

Simmons turned his head and looked up, unwilling to meet the gunsmith's eyes, and did not want to answer this question. He was arrogant and arrogant.

"snort"

Xueming finally turned around and asked Xiaohao seriously.

"How dare you? Let me ask you, Shao Jinghao, how dare you beat someone?"

When Brother Hao heard the teacher's questioning, he became even more aggrieved and flinched, unable to speak a word.

Xue Ming asked persistently: "How dare you act alone? How did I teach you?"

As soon as the words came out——

——Simmons immediately panted like a cow, and his face flushed, as if he was extremely angry.

"Um?!"

The eyes that stared at the gunsmith when he turned around were very similar to the phrase [What's the matter with you? Little brother? ] with pictures.

Xue Ming poked the director's head away, and explained with Brother Hao earnestly.

"I have taught you over and over again. You have been wronged in life, and you feel that someone is going to kill you. You also have the motive to commit a crime of passion. If you still have violent tendencies and all the conditions for committing a crime are met, what should you do?"

Xiao Hao lowered his head and began to recall the content of the textbook on knight combat skills.

"If you can fight in groups, you don't have to fight alone."

Simmons' eyes widened: "Huh?!"

Xue Ming ignored Director Simmons' pretentious demeanor, and then asked Brother Hao.

"Why gang fights?"

Brother Hao muttered: "Because two fists are hard to fight with four hands. After discussing with your companions and planning, the execution of violent attacks will be smoother. If you fight more than one, you won't suffer much damage. Since it is a team action, if the purpose is only [Eliminate the threat, eliminate the enemy's aggressiveness], many people acting together can exert mental pressure and make the opponent lose the will to fight. It is very likely that in the moment of action, a strategic victory will be obtained."

Xue Ming nodded: "The memorization of the book is good. Brother Hao, now you know why you lost the will to fight, right?"

Xiaohao raised his head, glanced at the teachers around the bathhouse, and saw the complacent eyes of his roommate with bruised nose and swollen face, but full of resentment. I finally understood what the teacher meant by this [group fight].

"sorry"

Xueming: "There's no need to apologize. It's my fault."

Xiaohao: "Uh teacher"

Xue Ming explained: "It means literally, I'm not being eccentric—you caused trouble here today, most of it is because I didn't teach well."

Now Xiaohao couldn't understand——

—he was unaware of the gunsmith's conflict of interest with Director Simmons and the other teachers.

Before he had time to think about it, there was a loud shout from the teaching team.

"Gunsmith! I hear what you mean? Do you think this Mudblood is not at fault at all? Instead, you want to encourage him to call his companions to kill his roommates?"

Someone fired the first shot, and someone followed immediately.

"You are teaching children to break the law and commit crimes!"

"My parents are still here."

Xue Ming raised the iron knight, and the voices in the teacher's team also fell silent. The scene was very strange.

Director Simmons coughed twice in embarrassment, and his heart was very clear——

—He set an example by giving up half a seat to the gunsmith. I'm afraid these clever ghosts also understand in their hearts that it would be impolite to say this in front of the stick of the speaker of the Senate.

"Hehe. Hahahaha, why does it seem like we teachers are bullying others?" Simmons turned nine times and eighteen times, hugging one knee and hanging half of his buttocks, and found an entry point: "I think Since ancient times, Wumingshi has been a chivalrous man who draws his sword to help when he sees injustice, and he is the favorite character of the boss—he passed the green gold guard and ran to the bathhouse, because he must have felt that someone has been wronged and something unfair happened."

He pointed at Brother Hao, and then at the student who was beaten.

"I want these two children to explain the cause of the incident, the process of what happened, and the final result. Isn't it simple and clear?"

Xue Ming applauded lightly, applauding Director Simmons.

"Okay! That's really good! But I don't remember what the director said just now? Director, you just swore that Shao Jinghao attempted to kill, is that what you mean?"

Simmons sneered, with only great terror in his heart, as if he was sitting in the same chair as a tiger. He laughed out of breath, then turned his attention to the children.

"The one who was beaten, what's your name?"

The victim who was called out immediately took two steps forward, away from her parents, and came to Simmons and Xue Ming.

Before the child took the initiative to say his name——

——Xue Ming immediately took out the diary and pen.

"Victim, please tell me, don't tell me your name, don't tell me your last name, it doesn't matter who your father is."

The victim looked back at his father, seeming a little flustered.

The boy's father immediately wanted to get up and ask for help, Xue Ming followed the family member's movement of raising his leg and said, "Sit back, it's not your turn yet."

Victim: "I woke up early this morning."

Xue Ming: "Start from the few minutes before you were beaten."

Victim: "When I got to the bathhouse, he followed me all the time."

He pointed to Xiaohao, and then complained.

"In the shower I told him to stay away from me and he wouldn't listen, so I scolded him - and immediately he started hitting me."

Xueming: "What did you use to fight?"

Victim: "Hand"

Xueming: "That's unarmed."

Victim: "I'm not sure. I must have taken something, otherwise why would my face and jaw be broken?"

Xue Ming: "Did anyone else see it?"

Victim: "Just the two of us"

Xue Ming: "So you think that classmate Shao Jinghao tried to kill you? How will he treat you next?"

Victim: "He hugged my neck and hit my head so hard that the corners of my eyes and mouth were cut and I bled a lot."

Xue Ming: "Why didn't you receive treatment?"

Victim: "Don't you have to understand this? If it is cured, there will be no evidence"

Director Simmons yelled, "Huh?!"

The victim quickly changed his words: "I mean, the teachers are here, I have to prove that I have been beaten."

Xue Ming: "Have you ever thought that Shao Jinghao will really kill you?"

The victim's face changed suddenly, and then he looked at Director Simmons, and then at a certain place in the teaching team—perhaps exchanging glances with the instructor.

—He really didn't think about this possibility, not at all.

His parents told him that as long as he finds a way to force Shao Jinghao to do something, bleed a little and get injured, he, a freshman who has just entered school, will have a smoother and smoother journey to school.

But he never thought about whether this roommate would really kill someone.

Xue Ming: "So you never thought that Shao Jinghao would kill you, right?"

"Oh me." The victim still wanted to say something, wanted to explain: "No, I don't think it's useless, he really almost strangled me to death. So many teachers ran over and saw it"

Xue Ming: "When did they come here?"

"I can't breathe. I can't shout." The victim described: "This kid is very strong. If the dormitory auntie hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I would really die in the bathhouse."

Xueming: "Auntie the dormitory manager came first? Did the teacher come after that?"

Victim: "Yes."

Xueming: "Then when I came into the dormitory, why was the auntie in charge on the first floor? Instead, these teachers surrounded you?"

Victim: "I couldn't make a sound at the time. It was the auntie in charge who yelled kill, kill, kill, but she couldn't handle this kid, and she wasn't as strong as him—the teacher arrived later, and I was just a little bit closer to death." .”

Xueming: "Go back."

Simmons heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had gone to the execution ground. He knew that a smarter student would take care of this matter, but now he regrets it a lot.

"Xiaohao, come to the front." Xue Ming turned to the next page with a sullen face.

Brother Hao's breath was vain, as if he had recounted what he had done many times before, and his mental essence was in a state of deep fatigue.

Xue Ming: "What's wrong with the victim before?"

Brother Hao pulled himself together and spoke articulately.

"At breakfast on Wednesday, he spat on my plate."

Xueming: "Why?"

Brother Hao: "You have to ask him, maybe he dislikes me, a mudblood, living in the same dormitory with him."

Xue Ming: "Did you speak harshly at that time? Was there any physical conflict or verbal abuse between you?"

Brother Hao: "No, I remember the teaching of the gunsmith teacher. If you encounter such a lunatic whose behavior logic has no basis, if you want to escape far away, you'd better change the dormitory. First of all, you must protect yourself."

Xue Ming: "So that's not why you hit someone, right?"

Brother Hao: "Part of me was mad at the time."

Xueming: "Well done. Are there any other holidays?"

Brother Hao: "On Wednesday afternoon, he took my ex-girlfriend with him."

Xueming: "Huh?!"

Simmons: "Huh?!"

Brother Hao awkwardly changed the phrase: "It's my former deskmate, the one who ignores me now—they entered the boys' dormitory and went to the bed opposite me to have sex."

Xueming: "What does this snoring mean?"

Brother Hao gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a kiss."

Xue Ming: "Was there any physical conflict or verbal abuse at that time?"

Brother Hao: "He showed off to me, saying that beauty is only for the strong."

Xue Ming: "So this is not the reason for you to hit someone, is it?"

Brother Hao shook his head, very unwilling.

Director Simmons interjected at the right time.

"You are such a cowardly student"

Without further ado, Xue Ming snatched the director's teacup and spit into it.

Simmons: "Gunsmith, isn't that appropriate?"

"Experience it with your heart." Xueming said with a faint smile: "If you can't understand it, I can go to the Minotaur cattle blood transfusion unit to have a sweet extramarital affair with your wife, and then, in front of you, Tell you [beauty is only for the strong]——I'll come back and have some sarcastic remarks with you."

Simmons: "I can understand it! I can feel it!"

Back to the topic--

——Xueming then asked Xiaohao.

"Why did you decide to hit someone in the bathroom?"

Xiao Hao pursed his lips, suddenly became extremely angry, and his body began to tremble.

"This guy said that he wants my waiter to leave me too. His family has close contacts with the customer service department of the station. It is not difficult to transfer one or two waiters."

"I think that waiter sister is so kind to me, and I still owe her money, a lot of kindness - she doesn't want me to pay back the money, as long as I grow up well."

Speaking of this, Brother Hao started to cry, breaking his defense.

"I thought about it again. Before I met the gunsmith teacher, I was picking up girls all day long. My family told me that as long as I can bring a son back, it is the greatest filial piety. I heard from others that the waiter sister knew that I was so worthless. , should be very sad, I'm sorry for her."

Xiaohao rolled up his sleeves and squatted down slowly, as if he didn't want others to see his crying and embarrassing appearance.

"Then. Then my mind went blank. What this bastard said was indeed extremely aggressive, and he made me put everything in one fell swoop."

"Let me forget everything my gunsmith teacher taught me."

"I just wanted to kill him. I clasped his neck as the teacher taught me, leaving a little room for the back of the neck. I was really scared at the time."

"If I kill him, I won't live, will I?"

"I really can't control myself, sorry, teacher."

"Even if he scolds me, bullies me, and spits in my breakfast, I think he's just unreasonable and has some brain problems. I have to avoid him—just change to another dormitory."

"But he told me about the waiter's sister, and I was really scared if what he said was true."

Xiao Hao crouched in the crowd, lowered his head, but raised his eyes, looking at the victim not far away.

"I can't go on. I can't."

Xue Ming: "So you wanted to kill this roommate with a naked choke, right?"

Xiaohao nodded.

Xue Ming stood up and walked behind Director Simmons.

"like this?"

The strong right hand hooked Simmons' neck, and the other hand pressed on the back of the director's neck to completely cut off the blood circulation of the large blood vessels in the neck.

Simmons screamed: "No, no, no! No, no, don't use me as a model!"

But the scream was only halfway out, and Xue Ming completed the locking action.

Xiaohao immediately shook his head: "No! I didn't press the back of my neck"

Xue Ming let go of his left hand, lifted half of Director Simmons' body, and let the old brother's heart and blood circulate freely——

——The other teachers became nervous, but when they saw the gunsmith's hostage-taking body movements, they didn't dare to step forward to stop them.

Xue Ming: "Why didn't you press down on the back of the neck? This way, there is no way to subdue the enemy."

Xiaohao wiped away his tears, his big eyes were bright red.

"I think, if you really kill this little bastard."

Thinking of this, Brother Hao laughed angrily.

"How should I pay off my debts? There are more important things waiting for me to do."

"Oh, you should have said it earlier." Xue Ming let go immediately.

Simmons kicked his legs and almost lost his breath, panting like a decadent old dog, pointing at Xue Ming but not daring to say anything.

Xue Ming patted Brother Hao on the shoulder, and took Xiao Hao to the teachers for a walk.

"Any questions?"

No one should.

Xue Ming continued to ask.

"Any questions? If so, can I do the naked choke again?"

Xueming pointed to one of the teachers——

"—This gentleman seems to have a lot of grievances. Do you want to give it a try? See if I can kill you with this child's method?"

Immediately afterwards, all the resentment dissipated and turned into awkward laughter.

Xueming emphasized again to Xiaohao, came to the victim's parents, and spoke earnestly.

"Next time you have to remember. Don't engage in a fight if you can sneak attack, don't single out if you can fight in groups, don't fight with your bare hands if you can use tools, don't take the initiative if you can get away with it - epitaph"

Brother Hao nodded immediately: "The epitaph cannot say that the other party is fully responsible."

"Just know the endorsement——" Xue Ming rolled his eyes, turned to the victim, and said to the two parents: "—Did you hear that?"

These two parents were the tool men captured by Simmons to put pressure on Brother Hao, and they just nodded dumbly.

Xue Ming yelled loudly, and suddenly turned into an erupting volcano.

"Did you hear? Your son almost died! Do you hear?"

He took Brother Hao's hand and shook it in front of the two parents.

"These hands can kill! As long as he puts his left hand on the back of your son's neck and presses it hard for thirty seconds! He will die."

He grabbed the victim's hair and pulled his head close to explain.

"You're really going to die, why aren't you scared at all? Why? Animals in nature know that life is precious - and will protect themselves."

Pointing at Xiaohao's face, Xueming was almost furious, and told the family of three.

"How much salary do you have a month? Thousands of dollars? Tens of thousands of dollars? What kind of life are you playing with Director Simmons?"

Simmons immediately shouted: "Hey?! Don't spit blood!"

Xueming finally calmed down his anger. He looked at the victim's family who was almost dumbfounded and frightened, and immediately pulled Brother Hao back to the director.

"Fighting, what about the school rules?"

Simmons pouted: "Demerit, confinement, fourteen days."

Xue Ming: "Spitting on classmates' dinner plates, wasting food, having actual puppy love behaviors, bringing female students into boys' dormitories, using the waiter as an excuse to verbally attack, threaten and provoke, how do these count?"

Simmons: "This is Shao Jinghao's one-sided statement."

"Do you want me to call the female students in my class over and explain clearly to them face to face? This beauty, who is only worthy of the strong, is my student, not yours." Xue Ming said word by word, then turned his head away Talk to the teachers: "Do you want us to chat for a while? Chat for a few more hours? Explain everything clearly?"

Simmons wanted to say something else——

"—The victim did something wrong, but your students really wanted to kill them"

Xue Ming rolled up his sleeves, ready to relax Simmons again.

"You're still talking about killing people, right? Then let's talk about this topic again?"

Simmons pursed his lips and finally gave up.

"Let's go, there's still class in the afternoon. Everyone, let's go."

Xue Ming patted Brother Hao's butt, pushed the student out of the bathhouse door, and gave one more order.

"According to the director! Go to the student office to sign and write a review, bring the mattress and quilt, and report to the confinement room."

Brother Hao: "Yes!"

Wait until people are gone.

Xue Ming packed up the two low chairs, and then reached for Simmons' armchair.

Simmons: "Your Excellency doesn't want to make friends with us, and you don't want to return the credits to us. Are you going to fight to the end?"

Xueming: "How do you make friends? Talk straight."

Simmons: "We also have a teacher-student association here, and there are different academic schools. Mr. Gunsmith, this welcome ceremony is specially prepared for you. I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

Xueming: "I just want to open a class and teach several groups of students. Does such a simple matter require so many people to serve?"

Simmons: "It's that simple?"

Xue Ming: "It's you who made things complicated. Do I look like a very idle person? How often do you come to Galahad to teach?"

Simmons finally stood up and took another look at the gunsmith.

"It's not that I made things difficult for you on purpose, Mr. Gunsmith. Someone asked me to sing against you - I can't avoid this kind of human nature. I was taken care of by others before, so I had to come and touch you."

Xueming understood very well, the letter of appointment written by the dean himself, and the BOSS wanting him to teach in Galahad, did not have a mass base, he was directly airborne, and he would be dissatisfied when he arrived. This is a normal phenomenon.

Besides, for the course of knight combat skills, it is impossible for him to stay in Galahad all the time. In the future, he may only be able to take a slack as a visiting professor like Wood Pluck, but this course must not be cancelled. After they grow up, they have to come back to teach.

As for Director Simmons, he was entrusted by someone.

Xueming cut to the chase: "Who entrusted you to deal with me?"

"I can't say that." Simmons smiled meanly: "I can only reveal one surname to you."

Xueming: "Huangshi people?"

Simmons closed his eyes and nodded slowly: "Van Persie."

It was the daughter and son-in-law of the Van Persie family who killed the consul and his wife of the 48th district last time.

After speaking these words, Director Simmons helped Xue Ming lift the chair. He didn't show face at all behind others, and he was a very shrewd social person.

Simmons: "Don't talk about this matter today."

Xue Ming thinks this old uncle is a bit cute.

"What? What is it?"

Simmons scolded: "Of course it's about the chair. I can't lift the chair for you! I'm not sensible!"

Putting two low chairs and an armchair into the storeroom, Xueming had a weird expression, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He saw Director Simmons trotting with a guilty look, rushing to the principal's office, like a frightened rabbit.

In the dean's laboratory, Lord Lupine was still immersed in the wonderful spiritual energy fluctuations of pyroxene and wand and couldn't extricate himself.

Simmons slammed into the door and heard the dean yelling cursingly.

"Don't you fucking know how to knock on the door!?"

"Sorry, old man." Simmons pursed his lips, and finally said shyly and politely: "I can't deal with this kid, and I can't afford the Van Persie family's favor."

Lupine put away the overturned experimental equipment, smiled and said: "You are going to try it yourself, just try it."

Simmons leaned over to the dean, spit out a few words through his teeth, and his voice was weak: "It seems that our school must have this course in the future?"

Lupine sneered and didn't care.

"That's what BOSS means. Who is Van Persie? I found out that you promised to find trouble with the gunsmith earlier—you are the most ignorant."

Simmons muttered aggrievedly——

"——I came from the Golden Township, and I was single-handedly promoted and recommended to the academy. I always know the favor."

Lupine: "Touched?"

Simmons: "Touched."

Lupine clasped his hands together in a high-five gesture, and then divided them into two according to the principle of chiral molecules. The gesture was quite mocking and sneering.

"The results of it?"

Simmons still wanted to be tough.

"The students these teachers are looking for are not reliable in their work, and everything they say will fall into the pit."

Lupine clapped again, repeated the taunt, and his beard shook accordingly.

"The reaction process is not important, what about the experimental results?"

Simmons finally said.

"It breaks when you touch it."