"You dare to provoke Zhao An, you just don't give me face, hit me, hit me hard!" Lin Qingsong was extremely high-spirited, venting all the depression he had been feeling through boxing. He had to perform better, the senior high school students were no longer fools, and had their own thinking ability.
Lin Qingsong knew that he had to follow Zhao An. Zhao An could use millions to settle Liao Ruoxia's affairs, and then he would have the opportunity to help him settle their family affairs. And now was the time to show off. As for what price he had to pay, he had some understanding, it should be the price of childhood sweethearts.
But Lin Qingsong did not regret it. He had understood a truth when he saw those officials' children a long time ago, that is, only those with ability can have women. Take Huang Tao in the second year of high school for example. He was able to play with a female teacher by relying on his power and family background. The student rode on the teacher. This kind of thing was extremely exciting to think about.
The beating continued, and the classmates around were watching all this happen. Not many people would come to organize it, and not many people dared to stop it.
Zhao An just looked at it calmly, without turning his head, and continued to operate the computer. This is a software he is working on, which can share big data. He is going to replicate the rise of Douyin. The magic of Douyin lies in the algorithm. Every user has a unique habit and likes to watch certain videos. And this algorithm can record the user's habits and push some videos that are more inclined to habits.
What is the benefit of this? It is easy to use the platform to create Internet celebrities. And what are Internet celebrities used for? They are used to fuck!
It feels really good to fuck an Internet celebrity, just like fucking a star. Compared with fame, the threshold for Internet celebrities is lower, and you can even create Internet celebrities yourself, as well as female anchors and so on.
Zhao An just wants to satisfy his special fetish, he wants to play with women, play with different types of women.
And getting a woman pregnant is also a very fulfilling thing. Sowing seeds in beautiful women and watching their bellies get bigger by yourself is an incomparable feeling.
While Zhao An was still fantasizing, a teacher passed by, who happened to be the history teacher Peng Ze.
"What are you doing! Stop it, it's outrageous, who gave you the courage, it's so presumptuous, fighting in school!" Peng Ze shouted angrily, he was going to retire, and didn't want to care about so many things. But Wei Hao, who was beaten, was a distant relative of his, and he couldn't ignore it.
"Teacher, they beat people! It was Zhao An who called them over, I was just joking with Zhao An, and then they came to beat me, ah, it hurts, I want to go to the hospital." Wei Hao saw Peng Ze, as if he saw a savior. No one knew that he and Peng Ze were actually uncle and nephew, distant uncle and nephew, although not so close, but also related.
Looking at Wei Hao who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, Peng Ze felt angry, especially Zhao An, it was this Zhao An again. Last time in history class, he was rejected by a student. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the angrier he got. He knew that this student came from a single-parent family, and he didn't want to embarrass him. But what does it mean to read biology books in history class? He is about to retire, can't we respect him? Since he doesn't respect him, sorry, he doesn't need to respect him, so just fight him, beat him to death first!
"You all come with me, it's really unreasonable, don't think that school is a place where you can do whatever you want, if I don't teach you a lesson today, won't you go robbing in the future?" Peng Ze took the opportunity to make a fuss, a little neurotic as if he suddenly lost his temper.
Zhao An just looked at his history teacher indifferently. This guy is about to retire, and the old guy should just treat it as a trivial matter, but he has to get angry. He can clearly understand the history teacher Peng Ze's heart, and he knows exactly what the other party is thinking. Is he really like a child, going against him just to get angry?
"Teacher, I advise you to understand the truth first. It is not a good thing to wrongly accuse someone. Especially if you wrongly accuse a student, you are slandering us. If our hearts are hurt, you can't bear the responsibility." Zhao An said lightly. What teacher, in front of him, is just a worker. It's not good to be too arrogant.
"Hmph, you teach me how to do things? All of you come to my office with me, fighting and beating classmates. Is there any law? Come with me, Zhao An, especially you, you instigate people to beat classmates. It's really unreasonable. Come with me, hurry up!" Peng Ze roared angrily, a little hoarse, as if Zhao An owed him money. To put it bluntly, it's a matter of face and a breath. Old teachers are like this, they are all so stubborn and don't know how to change. Anyway, there is no room for advancement, so just let it go.
It's just that Peng Ze is a little unlucky. Why do you provoke Zhao An? Why do you provoke him? It's really ignorant of life and death.
Zhao An smiled slightly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, which made the female classmates around him look a little crazy.
"Okay, since the teacher asked me to go, then I'll go." After saying that, he picked up the computer and walked forward, still typing on the keyboard with one hand. This time, what he perfected was just a mobile game. He just waited for his mother to start a company. As long as the company was opened, he would have a way to make money from this mobile game. Krypton gold is the easiest to get addicted to. Rich people are addicted, and those without money are addicted.
Seeing Zhao An's calmness, the furious Peng Ze felt a little bulge in his heart for no reason, and seemed a little scared and a little palpitating.
"Hmph, you can't run away either."
Lin Qingsong said to his two followers, "Let's go, it's okay, Master Zhao is here, don't talk nonsense later, just say I did it."
Lin Qingsong was ready to take the responsibility. Anyway, if there are too many lice, it won't itch, and if it itches too much, it will become numb.
Zhao An also nodded. It seemed that Lin Qingsong was still useful, but he didn't intend to use such a person. Such a person could only be a thug and cannon fodder, and was good for taking the blame. Garbage also has its uses. Many people don't know how to use garbage, so they call it garbage.