Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Wu Wenyue became the first instructor in the special education institute who could not be retired by the students, and she still found herself humiliated.

Under the crowd in the hall, the fig leaf was torn off by An Xia, and the lining and face were lost.

Because, as long as you are not blind, you can see that she is far inferior to An Xia.

She knew it very well herself.

Annoyed into anger, he waved his pointer, took up his identity as a teacher, and yelled: "I am a teacher, you are a student! You have to listen to what I say! Now, I order you to squat five hundred at once! Otherwise..."

"What about it? Otherwise, will you punish me again?" An Xia didn't change her face, and smiled coolly, "Now, even if the chief instructor comes over, I still diss you, everything is inferior to me as a student!"

"I knew it was inferior, but I didn't admit it, saying that I was a teacher, but actually embroidered pillows. If I were a teacher, the first thing I would clean up would be your kind of fish in troubled waters!"

Behind him, there was a serious, low, and cold voice of a middle-aged man, "Really? You are not brave. The special education institute has been established for ten years. There are thousands of students in the past. You dare to say that the teachers are embroidered pillows, and you are the only one."

The mouth may have been opened.

It was the chief instructor, who was forty-two years old, a native of Zhang and Xuancheng, who was a real special forces member.

It is said that he has been on the battlefield outside the territory and suffered numerous injuries and injuries.

Zongjiao Zhang came over. The team's twenty-odd young problematic youths with an average age of 19 years old were all silent, bowing their heads, trying to reduce their sense of presence, and it is best to be transparent.

Even if it was Wu Wenyue, the second he heard the voice of Master Zhang, he immediately suppressed his anger and greeted respectfully, "Sorry, I disturbed you."

Zongjiao Zhang nodded slightly, agreeing with Wu Wenyue.

"What's your name." When I walked to An Xia, the murderous aura loomed faintly. No wonder they were afraid of him. People who are really bloodied have **** screams that can stop children from crying.

It was an aura familiar to An Xia, but it was possible that he had been away from the team for too long, not as pure as the aura on Mu Chenyuan.

His eyes were indifferent, and the voice came calmly, "An Xia."

"An Xia, the name is good." Zong Zong Zhang was serious and awkward, and his naturally dark face squeezed a awkward smile. He could tell that he was a serious and unhappy temperament. "You said the teacher is not as good as you, just rely on Talking about it is unconvincing, it has to be practiced."

Wu Wenyue didn't want to see An Xia practiced, so she stopped her, "Chief Teacher, An Xia..."

"Don't say much." Zhang Zong raised his hand and interrupted: "If she is really better than the instructor, it is my fault. But if it is a mess, it must be punished!"

"You all listened to me, and when you entered the special education institute, either you have the arrogant capital that convinces me. Or, give me the honesty! Practice until you become honest, and practice until you go out and no longer harm society. until!"

The sound is like a thunder, one after another, the timid one has been smashed to the shiver, and the courageous one continues to keep his head down, trying to treat himself as a transparent person.

An Xia was super bold, and said indifferently: "If I train well, can she still control me?"

"I don't care about you, it's not because you practice well, but because you are restraining you from doing something and not doing something."

"What is doing something? Obedient? Honestly? If you don't fight back, you don't fight back, you endure being bullied, you endure being wronged, you endure being abused at will, is it doing something?"

His voice was as clear as water, filled with the bitterness of winter, "So, is there still a need for the special education center? Why was it built, Master Zhang, do you remember?"