Chapter 1220 Confrontation Between Teachers and Students

Teachers and students confront each other, and the atmosphere is tense.

According to Chang Fan's previous temper, what he wants to do, even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will not be able to do it.

But I don't know why, every time he faces the fencing teacher, he always has an inexplicable fear.

An intuitive analogy is like a mouse meeting a cat.

It was born from instinct, wanting to avoid it, let alone the fear of confronting it head-on.

In the class he came to recently, he honestly dared not make mistakes.

The old members of the fencing club were surprised by his honesty.

It's unbelievable that Mr. Chang Fanchang, who is most disobedient to the fencing teacher's discipline, is so obedient.

Today, the old team members once again saw Chang Fan's displeasure.

The president, Ke Qi, stood up and acted as a peacemaker, "Chang Fan, why don't you tell me the reason for asking for leave."

Then he said to Mu Chenyuan: "Teacher Mu, Chang Fan must be in a bad mood, or should I ask him why alone? I'll tell you later?"

No way, he can't offend both sides.

There are so many clubs in the school, but he, the club boss, is the most aggrieved.

Boil it!

After a while, he will be completely liberated when he gets the internship position recommended by Chang Fan.

Newly joined members, freshman Zhang Haifan, Hong Feili and others, let alone stand up to persuade them, dare not even breathe.

Mr. Chang is worthy of being Mr. Chang, he is so arrogant that even the teacher doesn't pay attention to him.

Chang Fan, who was full of hostility, gave Ke Qi a hard look, "It's none of your business, get out!"

But Ke Qi made a lot of trouble, his face changed again and again, and he couldn't step down.

Mu Chenyuan said to him indifferently: "I'll take care of it, you go to work."

After finishing speaking, some old members came to pull Ke Qi.

And whispered, "Stop talking, leave it to Mr. Mu to deal with."

"Let's keep practicing, don't worry about it."

"He just has a bad temper, don't care about it like him, if you think too much, it's yourself who gets angry."

One sentence from you and one sentence from me persuaded Ke Qi to calm down.

The unhappiness in my heart also reached its peak.

Anyway, he is also the president of the club, so it's fine if he doesn't show face in private, but in front of so many old and new members, if he doesn't give him any face, who the hell does he think he is!

"I'm fine." Squeezing a smile, Ke Qi turned to the frightened new members and said, "Continue to practice, don't be distracted. Hong Lifei, practice with me."

"Okay." The extroverted Hong Lifei pretended nothing happened, put on his mask, picked up the epee and began to practice with Ke Qi.

In Ruoda's fencing room, members of the club practice in various ways, and no one cares about Chang Fan.

Although Chang Fan was apprehensive, his face made him persevere and not back down.

He stared at the teacher who blocked him fiercely, and said word by word: "Teacher, you are too lenient! Let me tell you again, I have a private matter, and you have no right to know."

"Give me a reason for asking for leave." Mu Chenyuan held the epee in his hand without moving the slightest bit, "I said on the first day that there is no special reason for my class, and no one is allowed to ask for leave."

Chang Fan clenched his cheeks, "An Xia asked for leave!"

"An Xia is on sick leave." Mu Chenyuan said coldly: "Physical sick leave, you? Are you also on physical sick leave?"

Fuck!

Cursing inwardly, Chang Fan took a deep breath, "I don't feel well, go to the hospital."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Heart! Heart hurts!"

Seeing the cold Teacher Mu ordering indifferently, "Call Chang Fan 120."

"I don't need it!" Chang Fan gritted his teeth, "I'll go by myself!"

Mu Chenyuan calmly blocked Chang Fan's road, "The student is not feeling well. In order to protect the student's health, the teacher has the responsibility to contact the hospital."

"I don't need the teacher to be responsible, nor the school!" Chang Fan became irritable, trying to restrain his urge to fight with his fists, "Now, can you let me go?"

Mu Chenyuan looked indifferent, "No."