Chapter 15: Marx and Fascism

  In class, making appointments with Zhou Gong is everyone's consistent style, I believe we are too, right? Dear friends... If it's true, give me a like!

  Teacher Ban gazed at the crowd's drowsy appearance, lost in the realm of Marxism, shaking his head and swaying to arouse some students' desire for knowledge. Alas, the wind was blowing gently, and the water was cold, but the students slept soundly, never to awaken. It seems that Confucius has more charm than Marx, hehe...

  Only twelve eyes crisscrossed, igniting a burst of brilliant sparks, hatred, contempt, arrogance, disdain, all the bright spots waiting for a small spark to ignite.

  Zi Wei's eyes, which had been filled with rubbish, could actually emit such an evil and inhumane glare. On the other hand, Man Man's eyes seemed to be saying that whoever touched her would fall from heaven to hell, only briefly passing through the mortal world.

  Mr. Ban didn't dare to exchange gazes with the six of them, who were staring at him like they wanted to kill him. He just prayed in his heart that this war would wait until after class was over, and then they could settle it properly, and it wouldn't be his problem anymore...

  It seems like things not going as planned is the norm, isn't it?

  Xiao Yu slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her voice fierce: "How is it now?"

  Jin Yan looked at them, his mouth slightly twisted, although they didn't mind resolving the accumulated anger in their hearts during class time, but after all, they still had to have a basic demeanor, after all, being the popular prince of Ding Shuai wasn't for nothing.

  "Xiao Yu, sit down. Why do you have to take the initiative to talk to that brainless guy? Aren't you afraid of becoming like him?" Zi Wei's words were directed at Xiao Yu, but the thorn was aimed at the three people behind her!

  This loud shout awakened those who had an appointment with Zhou Gong, some of whom had drool all over their desks, perhaps still dreaming about Zhou Gong's little daughter Ai Ai, otherwise why would they have such a stifled expression?

  A strong desire unfulfilled...

  Xiao Yu looked pitiful: "I don't want to! What's the point of living if I become like that? No, I dare not do it again!"

  Watching Xiaoyu's most skilled acting pitifully, Manman and Ziwai flew over with a white eye, really don't know what this girl is doing that day without fooling around, but if she wasn't there, the fun would be much less.

  Just as Chen Feng stood up with his hands in his pockets, all the students did the same thing at the same time, quickly moving in unison towards the corridor outside the classroom. Only their teacher, Mr. Ban, was left standing on the platform, stunned, his eyes darting back and forth, his body frozen in place, unable to move.

  Man slowly walked around Sir's side, picked up the thermos cup, poured a cup of boiling water and handed it to him: "You just need to stand and drink water, best close your eyes too."

  Mr. Sir mechanically nodded his head, listened to the order and took a scalding cup of boiling water, closing his big round eyes.

  "To you, there's no need to be polite, nor do you need to pretend to have a noble identity." Jin Yan said with a cold snort, and then the board was smashed towards them. Manman's jade leg swept across, the board fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering into powder, it could be considered a heroic sacrifice, a glorious martyrdom.

  Ziwei threw all the books on her desk at them like eggs, and after the last book was thrown out, she followed the book and rushed over. Chenfeng was busy fending off the books and didn't notice Ziwei's move in time, allowing Ziwei to take advantage of the situation and sweep her arm narrowly across Chenfeng's chin.

  Moyu poured out the water in the cup, and Xiaoyu laughed and hid behind poor Mr. Ban. The cup of water was poured on Mr. Ban: "Thank you, teacher." Xiaoyu's voice sounded in Mr. Ban's ear.

  "You're welcome..."

  A shoe flew over and landed on Sir's forehead: "Thank you, teacher..." Ziwei smiled.

  "You're welcome..."

  One foot directly comforted the classmate, Sir's scalding hot arm had just started, all the water splashed onto his own chest, but now he could only grit his teeth and endure.

  "Teacher, sorry!" Chen Feng's loud voice didn't sound like an apology at all?

  "Nothing to do with me..."

  The high-heeled shoes still stepped on were Mr. Ban's ankle: "Teacher, I didn't mean to." Manman learned quickly too.

  "It's okay..."

  The repeated blows made Sir Bitterly disappointed and desperate...

  Students in the corridor pray for Class Sir, mourn, may God bless, amen...

  Can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it: "Stop!" Mr. Ban exploded!

  "I am Marx, I speak of Marxism, does Marx know? You are all fascists, fascist. I can't afford to provoke you, can't I just leave? Me, me, me... I've never heard that Marx could beat fascism..." Classmate Sir burst into tears on the spot and left with a covered face and resentment. (He went to the principal's office to resign, not to heaven...)

  This time's confrontation has temporarily come to an end...