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Han Zihe slowly followed the team at the end and came to the front of the school barber shop.

At this time, her cell phone rang.

Seeing the words "Chen Ming" jumping on the mobile phone screen, Han Zihe's mouth curled slightly.

Looking at the students who were queuing up in front of me, an unknown look flowed through her ink pupils: "Tong Youwei, you can lead the team in first and sign up for the class with the management teacher inside, and the teachers inside will naturally know what to do with you."

Business Management Class C: (─.─|||...... Handle! Your sister's handling! We are not pigs!

Han Zihe ignored the whispering protests in the team and pointed out that Dong Zhi was responsible for managing discipline.

Seeing the students entering one by one, Han Zihe answered the phone.

"Hey, hello, is it Miss Han?" A gentle voice came from the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, it's me." Han Zihe replied with a smile.

Even at both ends of the phone, Chen Ming and Han Zihe, who could not see each other, still maintained the etiquette they should have.

"That's right, Miss Han, the composite material you asked me about was already very good. If you use it now, I can send it to you."

Because the day before, when Chen Ming was urging the manuscript through Penguin Newsletter, he saw Han Zihe talking about some kind of composite material with people in the author group, and his tone was very curious.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a stir, and then he knocked Han Zihe on a single chat.

The result of the single chat was that a person who was not very good at business used the composite material as bait and exchanged a 150,000-word emergency manuscript.

Well, this deal is really cost-effective! Both the fishermen and those who were caught were quite satisfied.

Chen Ming has a great advantage, that is, he is not curious and doesn't ask much. He doesn't care about what Han Zihe uses to make. All he wants is to determine whether the benefits he gets can be implemented well.

Therefore, he determined the time and location of the handover materials with Han Zihe. When the two were about to finish the conversation, Chen Ming said in a very unspoken way: "Miss Han, please don't forget my emergency draft!"

Han Zihe chuckled and said, "Mr. Chen, please rest assured. I sent the emergency draft to your email address early this morning. Now you open the email address and you can see that it is lying there steadily waiting for you to review it!"

When Chen Ming hung up the phone, he smiled. He really didn't expect that since he was thirty, there would be someone who would not pay him one hand and deliver the goods. (Hey! How bad is your character!)

Hanging up the phone, Han Zihe breathed gently, and the long breath that was spit out of her mouth made the bangs on her forehead flutter.

Just as Han Zihe looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, thinking about how to arrange the materials he was about to get, a figure hurriedly ran out of the school barber shop.

"Master! Master! Fighting! Fighting inside!" Yang Ze ran out panting, looking anxious.

Han Zihe was speechless about this student who took the initiative to surrender.

This is the first time Han Zihe has had such a close contact with such a person with a brain circuit that is completely different from that of a normal person.

Originally, he planned to divide it up! ← Han Zihe was a little shaken about his plan.

This means that Han Zihe is not afraid of opponents who are like gods or teammates who are like pigs. He is not afraid to use him, even if he ruled out the possibility of "this guy came over and is ready to turn against him at any time."

"What did you say to fight?" Han Zihe was still walking slowly. No matter what role Yang Ze played now, Han Zihe could be sure that the group of children in the room were looking for trouble!

Haha, she likes the children who are looking for trouble the most - there is a reason to deal with it!

...

"Xiao Zhi, what should I do?" Looking at the boys in Class C who were having a lot of fighting with Class A and B in front of me, Ye Xingyun looked very bad. This was no longer planned!

Because C class is used to being independent, she never thought that if she cut her hair, she would meet people from Class A and Class B!

The school barber shop was originally a large abandoned warehouse that existed in the school earlier. Because of the setting of the new campus of the school, it was used by waste to make a barber shop so that students who are minoring in beauty and hairdressing courses could practice (?... Didn’t it say that this place became a school barber shop because they wanted students to have a comfortable and cheap place to take care of their appearance).

Therefore, the school’s barber shop is so large that even if the boys in three classes and about 40 people are fighting, there are still large areas for idle people to watch.

As soon as Han Zihe entered the door, the scene he saw was more than forty boys of different heights and figures fighting each other.

"Hey hey... that, yes, it's the tall man wearing a yellow basketball vest. You shouldn't be kicking! You should punch now! Punch! Left hook! Oh my! You won't listen to your punching, and you will make people mess up!"

"Hehe... that little thin man with a red pattern on the vest, yes! He is talking about you! Dodge quickly!... Yes! Bend over! Dodge! Strike with elbows, okay! Yes! Capture his arm! OK!..."

"There is also a boy with a blue scalp inside, hurry up! Kick him up, yes... Oh, idiot! What kind of belly! Kick him on the butt! Hehehe, look at it, don't hit his head!"

“…”

...

All the teachers and students who were watching the fun were shocked:...Wow...

At the scene where a large area of ​​chin was dropped, more than a dozen handsome boys were lying on the ground tilted, drooping their heads dejectedly.

The students from Class A and Class B who won the victory were silent together like those onlookers and crowds.

At this time, the school barber shop was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that even the sound of everyone's breathing was infinitely amplified.

In fact, there are strange things in every class of A University, but this strange things are so special: Who has ever seen a teacher in a class who guides students from other classes with an excited look on his face and knocks down his classmates!

__:←__←:  No, you have never seen it before, you have never seen it before, I have never seen it before!

?...Hey, that's not right! By the way, this teacher, just now, shouldn't you go forward and throw a fight?

Haha, I'm afraid that the world will not be in chaos. You are so obvious. It's really good that all the shocked people looked at the little teacher who was walking in the center of the scene with a consistent look.

__:Hey! What is she going to do

...

Han Zihe didn't mind the eyes of others, so he walked straight over and patted the boys in Class A and Class B one by one on the shoulders.

Due to her nonsensical and precise command just now, some tall students saw Han Zihe coming, and before she could stand on tiptoe, she would lower her body unconsciously, so that she could pat her shoulders.

After taking one by one, Han Zihe still didn't look at the students on the ground. She smiled at the winners of the two classes, "Look, if they are beaten, they will be injured; if they are injured, they will be grinning; they are no different from you, they are the same... You can't stop taking them to play anymore! Friends, the friendship between fighting and quarrels will be better!"

Everyone (specially referring to onlookers, slingers and injured in Class C) looked at Han Zihe's smiling face that seemed to have a layer of glory, and continued to remain silent in unison.

Han Zihe didn't know how much psychological shadow his super-defined behavior had caused to the poor people around him, but the winners nodded happily to agree.

Watching the classmate of Class A and Class B leave, Yang Ze was quite terrifying and like a puppet army, and followed Han Zihe with a slewd look and asked: "Master, Master, how do you know that the grudges of our three classes are really because they don't like each other and they are quarreling. This quarreling, quarreling, and quarreling, turns into a melee!"

Han Zihe glanced at him sideways: "Your class is cold outside and funny inside. Everyone who comes into contact with you will know... Class A and Class B are adjacent to Class B, but they are eight feet away from your class, so they still don't understand what."

She ignored Yang Ze, took a few steps forward, and walked among the wounded.

Everyone saw her bent down, carried one in one hand, and easily lifted all the injured in Class C and put them on their seats.

Han Zihe smiled at the staff beside him and said, "Please! Just pack it according to the original plan!"

Looking at the students sitting very straight, the staff of the school barber shop scratched the back of their heads and said uncomfortable: "Ah, don't be so upright, let them move."

Although I don’t know what special means the little teacher in front of me used to prevent these children from moving, the little employees were a little awkward just by looking at their stiff appearance.

"Ah, it's like this!" Yang Ze's eyes lit up when he heard the voice, and he ran to his classmate happily, and pushed him with a humble hand.

He pushed it over and saw the boy who was pushed by him fall down straight like a doll... but it didn't fall. The boy was stopped by Han Zihe in time and pushed him back.

The boy who was pushed was in tears:...Damn, labor and capital are not toys! Pushing, pushing, what are you pushing! It's not a tumbler!

Such a nonsensical scene made the people who stayed behind fall to the ground again, their chin that had just been put back.

This scene made the young employee who had just spoken tremble his lips and dared not look at Han Zihe anymore.

Yang Zeti, who was also planning to study his classmates, apart. Han Zihe apologized to the person in charge of the school’s hairdressing hall that the business management class C meeting was responsible for the relevant compensation for the school’s hairdressing hall.

"Master, you are really ready to keep them in the same position until the end!" Yang Ze was pulled and didn't feel embarrassed, but instead asked nonstop.

Han Zihe glanced at the seats of Dong Zhiye Xingyun and others, and sneered: "If you don't do this, I'm afraid you won't be able to clean up a few a day today."

Hearing her unconcealed sarcasm, Dong Zhiye Xingyun and others had an already bad face, and Tong Youwei, who had been following him, moved back inconspicuously.

"Xiao Zhi..." Ye Xingyun bit his lower lip and spoke hesitantly, but Dong Zhi's sudden lifting of his hand stopped the following.

"No need to say more, let everyone know that it will be on holiday tomorrow!"

ps: Thanks to the “5looking for classmate” for the reward.

Thanks to the monthly ticket of "mamdyo630 classmate".
Chapter completed!