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Chapter 93 - 93: Ready to show off again
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Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Ready to show off again

Feng Yiping clapped his hands and squatted down and said, 'My name is Feng Yiping, from Liangjiahe Middle School. I'm coming to the school to participate in the competition this afternoon. You can find a teacher now or in the afternoon, I'll accompany you!'

The boy was now honest, his head bowed, hissing and curled up into a ball, not saying a word.

The two girls were also scared, backing away and not daring to come over. The one in the white dress even made the gesture of holding a heart in her hands, looking at Feng Yiping with some alarm.

Feng Yiping really wanted to say to her, 'Bitch is just being pretentious,' or 'Ugly people are more strange,' but it was pointless to think about it, so he just gave them a sideways glance and waited for the two girls behind them, who were also stunned, to come up.

Zhang Qiuling was finally able to let her hair down and looked haughtily at the two girls as they went over to help the middle school boy up. 'Feng Yiping, you're awesome! But why did you go after him and hit him? What did he mean by those last words?'

'Cursing his mother,' Feng Yiping said indifferently.

'It won't turn into a fight, will it?' the first-year girl was a little worried.

'No, at most it will just make him feel bad for a while.' Feng Yiping knew this. You need technique to hit someone. In a minor conflict like this, hitting the fleshy parts of the body is always a good idea. Specifically, one is the buttocks and the other is the stomach.

But kicking someone in the buttocks from behind has an element of sneakiness to it. Since Feng Yiping was in the right, he would of course fight in a fair and square manner.

'What if the teacher wants to pursue this?' The girl from the first year still asked. It seemed that she must be a good girl.

'It's fine. If the teacher forbids me from participating in this competition, I don't care.'

Feng Yiping really didn't care. There was no prize for this competition, and it wouldn't add any points to the college entrance exam. At most, it would bring honour to the school, and it didn't matter if he was absent.

'Why are they going after us?' Zhang Qiuling was dissatisfied with this explanation. 'He was the one picking fights again and again. Why should we let him bully us?'

The three of them waited for a while at the school gate. Seeing that no teacher was chasing after them and they didn't bump into any of their schoolmates, Feng Yiping wanted to wait until 11 o'clock as Liu Shuren had said. The two girls, including Zhang Qiuling, were actually a bit anxious and kept urging him, 'Let's go back first!'

Then let's go back first.

They didn't go into the room either, but waited in the lobby, blowing on the fan and reading the newspaper.

It was very comfortable. But after a while, the fan stopped spinning and the lobby darkened. The waiter ran out to take a look and said, 'There's a power outage!'

It was dark and stuffy inside, so they decided to go to the entrance to get some breeze.

When teacher Liu returned with four third-year students, she was a little angry when she saw them like that. 'Even the third-year students are waiting at the entrance, so why did you come back first?'

Without waiting for Feng Yiping to explain, the two girls immediately went up to them and told them what had happened.

Not every fat person is a potential asset, but every woman is a born actress! Zhang Qiuling's eyes filled with tears as she spoke, and she had just been beaming with joy.

Teacher Liu was at a loss. Why was this trip so difficult? If he had known it was going to be like this, he would never have taken on this chore.

'No matter what, it's wrong to hit people,' he said to Feng Yiping.

'I know, but if someone else insults my parents, I'll still hit them,' Feng Yiping bluntly stated his attitude.

Well, this is not a good listener either, but Teacher Liu really can't do anything to him right now. He has no right to discipline him either, and he can't even say harsh words now, because if it affects his performance, Wang Yumin will definitely come to him to argue.

As for telling them to apologise to the other party, forget it. It was the other party who provoked them again and again, and they were forced to fight back. Besides, if they were forced to apologise, Vice-principal Zhang would definitely find a reason to take it out on him when they returned to school.

I entrusted my daughter to you, and she ended up being bullied. And you want her to apologise to someone else? How can I feel at peace?

Forget it, let's take things one step at a time. I hope the other party doesn't pursue this in the afternoon.

The power went out, and they happened to be checking out, so they went to a nearby restaurant. This time, they didn't dare to order anything, and just let them choose between fried rice and noodles. Teacher Liu had a very good reason: 'Something simple, so that they don't get a stomachache during the afternoon exam.'

Halfway through the simple meal, it got dark again, as if it was going to rain. But it didn't rain until they arrived at the Experimental Middle School, and the sky remained dark.

It was not yet one o'clock, and there were still more than forty minutes before the exam was due to start. There was nowhere else to go, so they sat down somewhere in the school.

After passing the guard's office, they saw a crowd gathered in the back. All the onlookers were students, and in the middle of the crowd was a man crouched on the ground tinkering with something, while next to him was a man wearing trousers and a short-sleeved shirt, with a big belly.

It wasn't just Teacher Liu who felt uncomfortable. Ye Tianlong, the director of studies at the Experimental Middle School, was also feeling a little down.

It had been a good competition, and it had all gone smoothly. It was a chance for his school to show its face, and who would have thought that there would be a power cut today.

It didn't matter if there was a power cut, the ceiling fans wouldn't be spinning, so the candidates would just get hot. But now it was dark all the time, and even if the exam room was moved to the fifth floor, where it was the darkest, the lighting wouldn't be very good. It wasn't good for everyone to have to take the exam with candles!

He asked someone to rewire the classrooms on the first floor, and he also asked someone to borrow a generator from the post office. The wiring was done, the generator was in place, but it just wouldn't start.

In a hurry, he asked the maintenance engineer from the post office, who was off duty, to come over, but they haven't fixed it yet. Let's get another one. The post office only has four or five generators, and now that the power is out, they are all in use and cannot be replaced. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The students have arrived one after the other, and the school leaders will be here soon, accompanied by the education bureau. The classroom is still pitch black, what should I do?

He asked the maintenance engineer, 'Can you fix it?'

'I'll try my best!' The engineer is also unhappy now. On a nice Sunday, he was dragged out to work overtime and kept being rushed. You're not my leader, what's the rush?

Well, I'd better go and prepare candles honestly, Director Ye thought helplessly.

Feng Yiping and the others were also watching the spectacle. He felt a sense of kinship as he watched the master struggle with the 5-kilowatt Honda generator. He had done a lot of things like this before.

After watching for a while, he felt that the master was not very professional, especially with gasoline engines, and he didn't know as much as those who repaired motorcycles. He moved a little here and there, and then desperately pulled the crank. Feng Yiping had been there for a while, and he had already pulled it twenty or thirty times, of course without any effect.

Feng Yiping was itching to show off his skills, and couldn't resist saying, 'Master, don't keep pulling, the more you pull, the less likely it is to start.'

The master looked back at him unhappily, didn't bother to say anything, and gave him a sour look. What does a little kid like you know?

Damn it, how dare you underestimate me in this area? I'm sorry for what happened later if I don't show you what I can do. Besides, I'm doing this so that everyone can do well in the exam, so I'll show you what I can do and show you what professionalism is.

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