How is No. 139 treated?

  Heamei on the podium was almost in tears, she discovered for the first time that she was so weak and small, it could be described as fragile. Also for the first time, she found out that the people of Class 29 were so stubborn, their crimes were simply heinous. Although her body didn't suffer any harm, but her spirit was severely damaged.

  The fighting strength of this group was beyond her expectation, and what surprised him was that both men and women were easily united on the same front line. The whole class had only Zhang Manting and Organization Department Minister He Rui standing on their side, even Class President Ye Wen followed suit. As a result, the three lonely people were like a solitary boat drifting in the vast ocean, swallowed by the sea of grassroots laborers, leaving no residue.

  Of course, He Rui indeed had a set, if not for the abnormal level of Jin Huiming blocking her there, I'm afraid she would have completed the unification project long ago. Unfortunately, with the emergence of Little Jin's rebellious group, they easily broke through the heavy obstacles, even the school's disciplinary squad was made to lose face by these people. Director He even ordered at the school-wide student assembly that no one is allowed to provoke Class 29's Shura...

  All this happened on the second day after Wang Jian stopped class.

  "What a big nerve!" Wang Jian smiled and sat on the desk of the podium: "Come, come, make another fuss and let me see."

  At this time, who dares to speak? One's life is not wanted, so the public enemy of Class 29 suddenly all became well-behaved babies. Everyone sat upright in their seats, eyes looking at noses and noses looking at hearts, with their minds reaching out in all directions...

  "Who gave you the right to make trouble?" Wang Jian lit a cigarette and poked his finger at Jin Huiming's little head, which was buried in her desk: "You?"

  "It's not me, it's not me..." Jin Huiming waved his hands repeatedly and started the first round of selling out his teammate: "It's Ye Wen."

  Ye Wen was so scared that he wet his pants, his face turned pale: "No... it wasn't me..."

  "No matter who it is, you can't escape the blame." Wang Jian stretched out his hand with a cigarette and pointed at Ye Wen: "Tomorrow, submit a 10,000-word self-criticism."

  "Ten thousand words!"

  "One handwritten copy of the electronic file. Missing a single character will cost you your life."

  Ye Wen immediately went limp on the stool, rolling his eyes like a dead fish, his life or death uncertain.

  Others were tight-lipped at the time, and if someone else had said that, it would have been nonsense. But unfortunately, this was Old Wang's words, and this guy... his methods are extremely ruthless, his thinking is quite perverted, not listening to him means death, which is his consistent principle. To pretend to be a big shot in front of Old Wang is to look for death.

  "Your class leader temporarily doesn't have to be in charge." Wang Jian thought for a moment: "Let Zhang Manting act as an agent."

  Ye Wen cried out and jumped up from his seat, almost pleading: "Great master... give me a way to live, I may not have merit but I have suffered..."

  Wang Jian slammed his chalk on the desk and said in a disdainful tone, "You can choose not to learn. After all, what the school teaches is garbage, but you can't use this attitude with me. You also have the right to be playful, but you can't use it as a tool to hurt others." The whole class stood up!

  The entire class of twenty-nine stood up silently, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor filling the air, a sea of heads high and low, standing in front of Wang Jian.

  "Everyone get out, run around the big playground, 32 laps! Not a single lap less!"

  It was a sad and mournful scene, with all sorts of strange excuses popping up. Things like leg pain, headache, stomachache, heatstroke, dizziness, low blood sugar, menstrual cramps, kidney deficiency, and so on and so forth.

  But Wang Jian didn't care at all, to use his words, if you had leg pain, he'd cut it off with a saw; if you had a headache, he'd have you knock your head against the wall; if you had heatstroke, he'd make you drink cold water; and if you were having your period, even using toilet paper would be punishable!

  Even He Amei pleaded for them, but Wang Jian was unmoved: "A person does what he does and has to take responsibility for it. Whether you run or not is your business, but if you dare to play tough with me, get out of here. You can hit me, scold me, or put a sack over my head, but you have to make me run."

  After finishing speaking, he glanced around: "Zhang Manting stays behind to watch the house, everyone else roll out to the big playground!"

  Although they grumbled about the unfairness, the mischievous kids still obediently filed out of the classroom and onto the large playground, where under the gaze of the entire school, they began their long 32-lap running journey.

  "Zhang Xiao... look!" The teacher who was preparing the mid-term exam questions in the principal's office had sharp eyes and saw those monkeys on the playground, hurriedly calling out: "This... isn't this Class 29? Are they doing performance art again?"

  Zhang Xiao walked to the window, picked up the binoculars and took a look, then suddenly couldn't hold back, let out a "pu" sound and burst out laughing. He put down the binoculars and laughed silently for a while, until he had laughed enough, before sitting back in his seat and picking up the pen in his hand again: "It's their leader who has returned."

  "Which Wang Jian?"

  "Even your research group knows?" Zhang Xiao laughed: "It seems this kid's reputation isn't small."

  "It's not just our research group that knows, other schools are aware of it too. Yesterday, I was chatting with a classmate and he even asked me about Wang Jian. His notorious reputation has spread far and wide."

  The principal put down his pen, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "His existence is indeed a challenge to the current education system. But I have always believed that traditional Chinese education is actually more inferior than superior, too focused on cultivating... hmm, to say something unpleasant, it's cultivating traitors and sycophants. When an educational system loses its original spirit and backbone, it also loses its spine. As Sunzi said, this is a disaster for the country and the people. The reason I have been protecting him is that I hope he can bring me a child with confidence and independent thinking. In fact, I have always believed that American-style education has its merits, but it cannot be copied wholesale. But neither do I want to cross the river by feeling the stones."

  "Are you using him and the worst class as a test point?"

  "No, I'm using the best class as a trial point." Zhang said gloomily: "Can't you see? Class 29 is a class of elites, each person has an independent soul. Go take a look at classes 1, 2 and 3, those so-called top classes, they're all molded from the same template, mass-produced things, precise and exquisite, but lacking in spirit."

  "You're still standing and talking without getting tired." The teacher of the project group, also in his fifties, looked like an old acquaintance of Zhang's: "The school wants it back but can't get it."

  "This is where education fails."

  At the same time, Wang Jian was standing on the playground supervising the miserable class 29. The playground is a 400-meter track, and 32 laps are equivalent to 12.8 kilometers. It's not very difficult to finish it at once. However, after all, these students were not much better than weaklings, so they started to pretend to be dead or crippled after running for a while, except for Huang Weilong, who ran five laps more than the others with a hum, and the rest were getting slower and slower.

  However, Wang Jian seemed to have no intention of stopping them. He just leaned against the football goalpost with his arms around it, counting the number of laps for each person. Those who cheated had to run again, and he ignored their pleas.

  And other classes having physical education surrounded class twenty-nine, smiling and watching these guys who normally show off now making a dead face.

  "Huang Weilong, don't go beyond the circle! Run while leading them in chanting the righteous song!"

  Huang Weilong responded with a loud "Ah!" and inserted himself back into the team, running while shouting: "The heavens have a righteous energy, mixed and flowing in all forms. Below it becomes rivers and mountains, above it becomes sun and stars. In humans it is called Haoran. Pouring forth like a vast and boundless expanse..."

  The rest of the people hesitated, no one wanted to read this silly thing, but under the intense gaze of Wang's boss, they could only follow suit and start reading in a low voice.

  "Louder!" Wang Jian's whip cracked on the ground under the tree, and the sound echoed far away: "One poem recited, one lap must be run, if not finished, add another lap!"

  Seeing their behavior, a freshman little loli from another class curiously asked her physical education teacher: "Teacher, why do they have to run and shout at the same time? It's so tiring."

  The physical education teacher thought for a moment: "Next time you will also run like this."

  The little girl's face turned green at that time. She quietly rolled to one side and didn't even have the mood to watch the punishment of Class 29.

  Actually, Wang Jian was adjusting their breathing. For running, especially long-distance running, the rhythm of breathing is most important. A suitable breathing rhythm will allow the body to get more oxygen and support it for a longer time. The "Zheng Qi Song" with its five-character rhyme happens to meet the requirements for inhaling and exhaling during long-distance running, so Wang Jian required them to shout while running.

  When everyone had finished running the ten or so kilometers and heard Wang Jian's "alright", everyone felt as if they had been granted a holy favor. However, Wang Jian instead kicked each of the people who were lying on the ground in the butt: "Get up, run another lap at a slow pace."

  All of a sudden, the whole class 29 was subdued, still eating hot pot... still folding paper airplanes, now they didn't even have the energy to pee, one by one returning to their seats and lying on the table like dead dogs. Wang Jian somehow managed to carry two boxes of mineral water over, handed out a bottle each, then sat triumphantly on the podium saying:

  "Is it cool?"

  "Ah..."

  "Are you done yet?"

  “……”

  After being tossed around like this, who still has the energy to say they want to play again? The monkey kids are listless and lethargic, stuck in place as if they're about to die. The classroom is thick with the smell of sweat. A delicate girl like Li Nuo had tears streaming down her face during the run, now she can't even cry anymore.

  "It's great to see you guys so unhappy." Wang Jian could be even more vicious: "And you'll be even happier tonight."

  It will definitely be more enjoyable, after not exercising for a long time, suddenly doing this much, at night, I estimate that my body will ache so much that I'll scream while sleeping, just thinking about it, they all went crazy...

  "This is just a warning, don't force me next time or I'll make you do 100 push-ups and exhaust you to death."

  "Great King... spare us." Emperor Zhao Feng, who was a bit on the heavier side, now even had the heart to think of dying: "I will definitely reform and become a good person."

  Wang Jian hehe smiled: "It's really strange, looking at you all like dead dogs, my mood suddenly cleared up. Let's talk about something serious."

  "Of course, no one spoke under the stage, so Wang Jian sat on a stool: "This time for the mid-term exam, I will ask the school to arrange you in other classes. I want to see if your team collaboration is still effective. Judging from your usual behavior, people from other classes may not cooperate with you. So... there's only one conclusion."

  "You're done for."

  It's a foregone conclusion, probably only Zhang Manting, He Rui and Xiao Jin in the whole class 29 can take the exam, the scores of others are all mediocre, even worse than that, the blackboard is like a heavenly book to them, what the teacher writes on it, except for different shapes, has no difference in their eyes.

  So as soon as Wang Jian made this decision, there was a burst of mournful cries everywhere...

  Just like the final exams have penalties, the mid-term exams are also penalty-based. Because after the mid-term exams, it's a long holiday. If all subjects pass, the long holiday is not only very free, but also can participate in various welfare activities of the school, such as liaison with other schools, barbecue in the school and so on.

  But if I don't pass... then I'll be in deep trouble. Not only will my benefits be cancelled, but I'll also have to take a make-up exam during the long holiday, and what's more, it has to be taken when others are having fun, amidst all the laughter and cheer, this contrast of moods will drive me crazy.

  And if more than three subjects are not passing, not only do you have to take a make-up exam, but also be responsible for the school's sanitation during the holiday... In other words, after others have finished their barbecue and social gatherings, eaten chicken wings and met little sisters from other schools, those who failed in three subjects will have to come and clean up trash with a broom, this is simply a human tragedy...

  "Although I personally think grades don't matter, you guys cheating is a no-go. Can't lose both the game and our integrity, come on, youngsters."

  Wang Jian finished speaking and walked out of the classroom with a loud laugh, leaving behind a group of monkeys who were at a loss and sighing in dismay.

  "Teacher He." Wang Jian walked into the office and patted He Ami, who was secretly wiping away tears: "It's okay, this bunch is always like that."

  "No... Teacher Wang, I think I've failed too much."

  "Alright, don't put too much pressure on yourself." Wang Jian said, taking out a concert ticket from his pocket: "Let's go relax tonight, you don't have many friends here anyway, it's good to unwind sometimes."

  "Thank you......" He Amei took the ticket and looked at it, then exclaimed: "I really like her!"

  "It's fine if you like it."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian turned back to the class, and the noisy classroom immediately became quiet as soon as he walked in.

  "I just gave you some bad news, now I'll give you some good news."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian took out that stack of tickets: "Tonight, I invite you to watch the concert, Zhang Manting, come and distribute them."

  Ye Wen's head hung very low, full of sorrow...

  "What about Huang Yue?"

  Wang Jian suddenly discovered that the beautiful boy like a role-playing girl was gone, raised his head and looked around: "Where is he?"

  Ye Wen suddenly lifted his head: "I know I know... His mother was discharged from the hospital today, he went to take care of her!"

  "When you see him, have him give me a call."

  There's another watch period, if there isn't one in the first half of the night, then it shifts to the second half... quite tiring.