"Sir, I don't want to do this, but I found that I can no longer control my own home. Can you help me, please help me?" She looked at me with a longing face.

I stared at her and said, "Don't be afraid first, try to tell me the situation of this dropout student."

Teacher Chen thought for a while and said, "This student is called Lu Dingbang. The family is not in good condition. He lives with his father. He is not from the city, but from the countryside to the city to work. His grades are average. Originally, children from this kind of family should be very hard and motivated when studying in school. When I first learned about his situation, I took good care of him."

"But gradually, I found that this child was different from what I thought. He often caused trouble, and he didn't talk about fighting with classmates, but also wrote love letters to female classmates in the class. Although he didn't talk much in the class, what he did was really scary."

"Once I saw a book on his desk that was not suitable for their age. I criticized him, and his grades became worse and worse. His father thought he was not a good student, so he completed the withdrawal procedures for him last semester. After he dropped out, I never paid attention to his situation."

"Then are you familiar with his parents?" I asked.

Teacher Chen shook his head: "I'm not very familiar with it, I just saw it a few times when I was holding a parent-teacher meeting. His father looked quite honest and worked on the construction site and didn't talk much. I really couldn't understand why he appeared in my dreams and was so charming to me..."

Speaking of this, Teacher Chen's face became extremely ugly, his eyes turned red, and his voice was choked.

I comforted me: "Teacher Chen, don't be too sad first. At present, it seems that this may be related to his withdrawal from school. Think about it carefully, has anything special happened before and after Lu Dingbang dropped out of school?"

Teacher Chen lowered his head and pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "I really don't know. There are too many students in the class, and I can't understand them all."

I am a little clear about this. Generally, teachers focus on children with good academic performance, or those with more naughty children in the class.

I thought about it and asked again, "Do you know where he lives?"

Teacher Chen thought for a while and said, "I know, I have been to a home visit, and his family lives in the winery dormitory not far from the school."

"Can you take me over and have a look?" I continued to ask Teacher Chen.

Teacher Chen said with a hunch, "Yes, but I still have to go to school. Can you wait?"

I said ok, and then returned to Luo Ming's house and explained the situation to his parents.

Of course, I didn't say that their child's death had something to do with the parents of another child, but just said to confirm something.

When we arrived at school, the students had already finished school, and the day students had already left the school, but there were still many people living in the school.

Teacher Chen went to the office and didn't know what to do. I was a little anxious to pee, so I looked around for the toilet.

After a while, I found the school's public toilet. The school's public toilet was a little far away from the teaching building. It was in a separate place. Maybe it was because of the smell, so it was repaired farther.

When I arrived at the toilet door, I saw the most common scene on campus, campus bullying!

Yes, it’s campus bullying. I saw several students bullying a child in an inconspicuous corner.

The students were quite ruthless, and the children surrounded by the children curled up, holding their heads with their hands, constantly making painful groans.

One of the tall boys kicked the child hard on the waist and cursed: "You idiot, you dare not listen to me or not."

He kicked four or five consecutive times, and stopped after feeling tired.

After he finished kicking, he said to a short, fat man with glasses next to him, "It's time for you, hurry up!"

The short and fat man rushed up and kicked the child, but the child hid slightly. After hiding, the short and fat man fell to the ground.

This caused ridicule among the onlookers. The short and fat man felt that he had lost face, so he stood up and kicked the boy even more angrily.

One kick after another, this time the boy did not dare to avoid it anymore, but curled up and made a muffled sound.

I looked at the few people seriously. The children who hit people were wearing expensive shoes. The children curled up on the ground had a little worn shoes on their feet.

Everyone is wearing school uniforms, but the difference in identity can be seen from the shoes they wear.

In school, any child who is poor at home is easily looked down upon and bullied.

Because they have a sense of inferiority in their bones, once they are inferior, they will be timid and will easily be bullied.

If they have been bullied for a long time, if they don’t have the chance to release, they may ruin their whole lives.

If I hadn't met, I might not care about this kind of thing, but now I have met it, this is also the fate between that boy and me.

Thinking of this, I stepped forward a few steps and shouted loudly: "Stop! What are you doing?"

The bullying students were startled by my voice, turned their heads and saw that it was a stranger. The tall boy said arrogantly: "Who are you? Which class is from? What does it have to do with you?"

Which class is from? He regards me as a student!

I didn't answer him, snorted coldly, stepped forward and grabbed him, raised my hand to his face and ears.

With a snap, it was crisp and loud! Although he was tall, he was knocked over to the ground by my slap.

Of course, I didn't use all my strength. I wanted to use all my strength. He might have to die here!

Several other students were frightened when they saw this!

Only the guy who fell to the ground shouted at me angrily: "You, who the hell are you? Do you know who my dad is?"

I stared at him with my eyes curled up, then clenched my fists and waved towards a trash can five meters away from me.

Only with a bang was heard, the trash can was sunk by the Qi fist in my hand!

Seeing this scene, the tall boy who was knocked over to the ground by me was stunned. The group of boys who bullied him just now were all shocked. They stared at me with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

This is something outside their perception. Just now, I used fists to transform qi and used air to smash a mark on the trash can.

I didn't answer him in words, but in this way, because they were more likely to accept this way.

After shocking a few people, I said calmly: "Can you go and ask your father if he has a strong relationship or my fist?"

"You, you, who are you? I, I, I tell you that my father is the leader who works in an important department."

The boy was still dissatisfied. It can be seen that his father gave him a lot of courage!
Chapter completed!