Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Deserves Its Name

Tie Xin, who was closely following Zhang Wuyue, clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward to join the battle. Zhang Wuyue, who had seen the battle was one-sided, pulled him aside, and said to him with a smile: "Fighting, we always pay attention to fighting and watching. After a while, you will see that it is almost done, call a timeout, and be a peacemaker. Don't maim the three pumpkins, lest you lose interest in playing with them in the future." "Yes, President, I must carry forward the consistent purpose of our May Fourth Youth Salvation Society, acquire it with wisdom, and acquire it with advanced tactics."

Ghost Rabbit Tiexin stood on a desk by the wall, set up an awning with his hands, and looked through the three battle circles one by one. He saw that the three Japanese students were already lying on the ground, hugging their heads and shrinking their bodies, yelling Japanese birdsong. He kept begging for mercy, and wanted to stop, but felt that the three guys still had the remaining ability to resist, so he rushed at Zhang Leizhen viciously—Master Zhang blinked, and waited for a while with his hips crossed, waiting to hear When the class bell rang, he yelled majesticly: "Students, stop for now. Our great China is a country of etiquette. We pay attention to etiquette first and then military service. Let's see what these three Japanese students have to say?"

The students stopped and sat back in their seats. Watanabe Honmura struggled to get up from the ground, touched his bloody face, glanced at Zhang Wuyue provocatively, and said: "Your Chinese don't have the guts to fight alone. Our Bushido can't do it!" Those who have won, if yours dares to duel with me, mine will never care about what happened today!" "Hey, it's interesting. The crooked kid Watanabe is really a newborn pumpkin who is not afraid of death. I haven't been able to find an enemy to fight for a long time!" Zhang Leizhen nodded at Guitu Tiexin, and flicked With wrinkled clothes, he straightened his unique red octagonal hat in Donghai City, bent over and invited the principal out of the podium hole, supported the trembling principal Fang with his hand, and said elegantly: "Master Principal, We are all soldiers, because we are patriotic, so we can't help being rough. It's too vulgar and offensive. Look, is it approved now? Do you have any objections to the knightly duel of Westerners?"

Principal Fang looked at the two Japanese students who were still struggling on the ground, fearing that one or two more uncomfortable words would cause the chickens to jump up and down, so he had to say: "Five Sacred Mountains, talk must be civilized, let's read the scriptures." Be well-educated and seek benevolence and courtesy, but you can't promote violence, you must value peace...peace is the most important..." The principal shook his head, called the security team who came late, helped up the two Japanese students on the ground, and led They go to the infirmary to get medicine.

The young master Zhang bowed to the principal in an understated manner, and then whispered in the principal's ear: "The principal has a kind heart, and if this matter is handled in the school without alarming the parents, there will be... Ah...cough...all the benefits of living in peace are good for the school's New Life Movement." The principal agreed with lingering fear, shook his head, and whispered to himself as he walked out: "Cough, you Zhang Wuyue, the Japanese call you ghosts, and you really deserve the name, and you deserve it. This time... I see... ... Cough, the world is going to be in chaos!"

Zhang Leizhen saw that the principal had basically settled down, so he took out his own bruises and hemostatic medicine, gave it to Watanabe Honmura, and made an appointment with him in Japanese. In the theatre, one-on-one fair duels, if there are casualties, no revenge is allowed. Watanabe Honmura coughed, bent down and bowed deeply to thank Zhang Leizhen for the Zhangji wound medicine, and walked out of the classroom not very well. The patriotic students raised their hands to celebrate and wanted to cheer loudly for victory, but Zhang Leizhen walked up to the podium with a straight face, hands behind his back, chest upright, and waved his left arm, "Slow... this battle, cough...you , It’s like a swarm of bees. Haven’t they all been trained in the past? There are guard teams, executive teams, and supervision teams. Little Japan?"

"Especially you, Jin Biaozi, who asked you to stand guard, but you forgot all about it. If the president hadn't handled it properly, how could this chaos have ended like this. Now, you hurry up and lead the intelligence team into two batches." Keep an eye on the infirmary and the principal's office, and report back immediately if there is any situation, and if there are any omissions, they will be severely punished!" Jin Biaozi, who was grunting with two big eyes, saw that Zhang Leizhen's face was unfriendly, so he hesitated to speak and ordered five capable followers who were good at inquiring about gossip and tracking and tracing, and they split up.

Zhang Leizhen, who is quite commanding, relaxed his face. He talked about his flexible guerrilla tactics on the podium, and focused on the actual combat examples of the enemy of the national army—the mud-legged Red Army, but he respected General Liu Bocheng. Great praise and praise. In the chirping discussions and Zhang Leizhen's unique judgmental comments, time flew by. When the school bell rang, Jin Hanbiao and others came back to report that nothing happened. A group of students cheered in both languages ​​"Ula! Victory", laughing, and Zhang Leizhen, who surrounded them, walked out of the school gate.

(Grandpa had a group of tiger and wolf followers who were fearless when he was young, especially Tie Xin and Jin Hanbiao, the two unknown heroes who killed bandits from the grandfather generation. General prestige spreads far and wide...) It seems a bit unusual outside the school gate today, the atmosphere is very solemn, when the long followers waiting outside picked up their young master, they did not put on airs loudly and loudly as usual, but got into the car and walked away silently up.For the few companies that have not yet left, the housekeepers in charge personally dispatched them. They looked dignified and serious, and they were carefully inquiring about the situation with their little masters.

The most conspicuous thing on the busy road outside the school is the cavalry bodyguard team.Nine yellow pumas stand neatly in a row, and they are really majestic. The riders on the horses seem not to be in a hurry, a little calm and calm in front of a mountain collapse, and even the horses under the crotch seem to be bombarded in front of them. The air of the hoof. The leader is a young woman in a white military uniform, sitting on a horse, with a heroic posture, which makes people feel intimidated by the female generals of the Yang family, Liang Hongyu, and Hua Mulan. This woman is none other than the housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion, her surname is Mo and her name is Tie Lan.Mo Tielan is an orphan who grew up in a nursing home run by his grandfather Zhang Yuancheng.Because he is smart, eager to learn, capable of martial arts and literary skills, he is highly regarded by the old man. He is in charge of the daily life and bodyguard team of hundreds of servants in the inner courtyard of the Zhang family.Young Master Zhang is a little scared, but he is afraid of the old man's ruthless family law whip and this housekeeper Mo who is quite capable of managing the family and financial management.

If the housekeeper was provoked, I'm afraid that something bad happened, and the news of beating the Japanese students must have leaked out. Young Master Zhang frowned, glared at Jin Hanbiao who had just returned from inquiring about the news, and sighed: Dinner is over, if not, he will enjoy the super treatment of hanging upside down and whip.He turned his head to look at Tie Xin, the elf boy was still waiting for his orders, then he raised his eyes and glanced at the young students from Qia who were following his lead, and said loudly: "Let's go, I'm too busy to take care of myself now, you can start on your own." Brain, when you get home, make up more excuses and less whips." A group of students felt that a catastrophe was imminent, and their enthusiasm dissipated. They lowered their heads and sat in their chartered cars and scattered.