Zhong Bai rushed out of the school with a flash of lightning. As soon as he saw Adao and others hiding behind the big tree, he couldn't wait to say, "Brother Dao, are you ready? There is still one class to finish school. I'll show you which one it is."

Adao straightened his hair and smiled freely and said, "Don't worry, I've done it for you."

"No way? So fast?" Zhong Bai was full of doubts. When he thought of Lao Liao's black eyes, he suddenly realized: "You have beaten him just now?"

Adao was also very confused, but he wanted Brother Bing to ask that he would solve it himself, so he would definitely not be wrong, so he said in a tone: "Yes, yes, he has been repaired hard. I promise to vent my anger for you."

Zhong Bai felt even more mysterious: "Then how did you recognize our class teacher?"

"This..." Adao had to make up the lie: "A man was sneaking here just now. We asked him if he recognized the head teacher of Class 2 of the second year. He said I was it, and then we started."

"Oh!" No wonder Teacher Liao was in a messy appearance. It turned out that he was beaten. Thinking of this, Zhong Bai felt very happy and satisfied. He smiled and said, "Brother Dao, thank you. Hey, why are there so much blood? Ah, that person is injured, is it important?"

"Nonsense, he accidentally stabbed himself with a knife. Did he get the money?" Adao tried to cover up his failure as lightly as possible.

"I brought it, one thousand yuan, count it to Brother Xiaojingdao, for you to drink at night." Zhong Bai pointed out one thousand yuan and looked at him flatteringly.

"It's only a thousand yuan? Do you think I'm a beggar?" Adao touched his pocket without saying anything, and the remaining hundreds of dollars of change were put into his pocket.

"Brother Dao?" Zhong Bai did not dare to resist and allowed him to take his wallet away.

"Damn it, it's only a thousand yuan for you to beat you? You don't have to think about how fast the price is rising now? I only had a meal of pork in a week. I'm more conscious and take out all your other things, keep the keys and condoms by myself, don't take them. I only have valuable things." Adao learned from Liao Xuebing to loot him and said, "Leave three yuan for air conditioning bus fare, you can go back."

Zhong Bai was crying and tears: "Where is my pocket money for half a month, and that latest phone..."

The third class time is approaching, and Liao Xuebing followed the class teachers to the conference room for a meeting.

In the most luxurious building in the middle, I walked into the elevator and didn't notice that Qiu Daqi was also inside. The two looked at each other for a moment, and a fierce spark was created.

Liao Xuebing had a plan and whispered: "Director Qiu, I didn't expect you to be so vicious, trick me out of school and ask the gangster to beat me up. What kind of hatred do you have for me? You want to mess with me like this?" At this time, except for them in the elevator, there were Jiang Feng and Song Yuhao. Everyone could hear it clearly, and their faces changed.

Qiu Daqi saw his bruised eyes and said in surprise: "Those gangsters..." He was indeed stunned for a moment, and what he wanted to say was: "Didn't those gangsters call you?" But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liao Xuebing: "Yes, you called the gangsters to beat me, but I didn't expect Director Qiu to have something to do with the underworld. The last time he made a comment with the principal and brought me into Class 2 of Year 2 was deliberately targeted, right?"

Through the conversation and expressions of the two, Jiang Feng and Song Yuhao were stunned, and waves broke out in their hearts: "I didn't expect Director Qiu to be really cruel."

"You, don't..."

Liao Xuebing cut off his words again: "Yes, yes, you want me not to steal your director's throne, but I have just entered the school for a few days and it doesn't matter and have no qualifications. What threat do I have to you?"

What Qiu Daqi wanted to say was: "Don't slander people." But after only half of the words, he was interrupted and led to other aspects by his opponent. Why didn't he feel depressed and crazy?

"you……"

At this moment, the elevator door opened and Liao Xuebing said: "Director Qiu, I ask myself that there is no place to be sorry for you. If you ask someone to beat me today, you may not buy a murderer the next day, kill a colleague and a principal!"

"You...you..." Qiu Daqi pointed at him so angry that he couldn't speak.

But Liao Xuebing has already gone far from other colleagues.

The school holds a meeting every month to report the results. In addition to ordinary teachers, department directors, branch directors, grade directors, class teachers, and teaching and research group leaders must participate. Qiu Daqi is the director of the training department under the teaching department, so of course he is qualified to participate.

The conference room is large in size, with projection screens, podiums and large round tables all arranged properly. The cards on the large oval table in the center read the names of the heads of each department and the members of the board of directors. Obviously, only they have identities to sit there, and the rest without names are listed can only sit on ordinary chairs around the wall.

Liao Xuebing and others came too early. The conference room was empty, and only a few assistants were adjusting the quality of the microphone. He followed Jiang Feng to find a chair to sit down, looked at the center round table, and sighed: "When will I be qualified to sit there?"

Jiang Feng secretly pulled him: "Please pay attention to the occasion when speaking. There are recording and video equipment here. Don't speak randomly later, otherwise you will be done if you hear it by the board of directors. The people on the board of directors are very gloomy."

"Okay," Liao Xuebing curled his lips: "I only listen to the words but not speak."

After a while, people came in one after another, and he didn't know most of the others, so he was embarrassed to say hello and pretended to be idle and looked at the school's report last month. It is worthy of being a private school, and the terms are written very clearly, just like the company system.

There are six people on the board, and now only two people come. In addition to Mrs. Smith, there is also a bald man who is said to have a controlling stake.

The windows were closed, the lights were turned on, and the meeting began. Mrs. Smith made a report in her always concise style, and said in a simplistic manner. "The enrollment rate of students signed in this semester has declined compared with the same period last year. According to the analysis and investigation by our board of directors, it is because of the decline in college entrance examination results."

"We have held a short meeting before and unanimously agreed to set tasks for the head teachers of each class to improve students' grades this semester. If the grades of this class improve, the head teachers will also receive rewards. If the grades of this class decrease, we will decide whether to dismiss or stay in office by voting. In addition, based on the original grades of each class, we have developed a set of different task goals."

Mrs. Smith glanced around, and she seemed to ask for it, but she was not allowed to object: "The task of this semester's midterm exam is that the total scores of seven subjects in each class are average, one class per year, 540 points, two class per year, 520 points..." Soon she studied at Liao Xuebing's class, and seemed to look at him intentionally or unintentionally: "Class 2 of the second year, 420 points."

There are seven subjects, a total score of 700 points and 60 points pass. So 420 points is required to pass every student in the class to achieve the goal. Moreover, the deadline mentioned by Mrs. Smith is the midterm exam, not the final exam. The midterm exam stipulates in the school's internal provisions on November 10th, which is only more than a month away. What should we do?

Unexpectedly, someone raised his hand to object: "Mrs. Smith, I think the goal scores of Class 2 in Year 2 are too low and are unfair to other classes."

Who? Liao Xuebing stared at the man with a cold electric gaze. The person who spoke was Mr. Yang, the head teacher of Class 1, who had slapped the table with him last time.

"Teacher Yang, this is the decision of the board of directors. It is a conclusion drawn after analyzing their performance in the last semester. If you think you can teach Class 2 better in the second year, I will consider transferring you to serve as the head teacher." Mrs. Smith said coldly.

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Chapter completed!