Chapter 459: Unrest

After Ye Bufan left Jiangnan Foreign Language Training School, everything there completely changed, becoming chaotic and restless.

There was only one reason: the students of Grade Two, Class Five, collectively caused a commotion. In the past, these students, though troublesome, only caused issues within their own class, not affecting others much, but today was clearly different from before.

In the morning, after Ye Bufan left, they collectively went to the playground and started a strike, demanding that the school bring Teacher Ye back.

The school could barely accept this relatively civilized form of protest. Although Zhang Yunxiu and Chang Hao came to mediate, they didn't take it too seriously.

However, this good situation didn't last long. In the afternoon, these students completely changed their tactics. More than thirty people dispersed, and the school immediately descended into chaos.

The most miserable was Chang Hao, because he was the homeroom teacher, and after every incident, he would receive a call.

Especially now that there were rumors in the school that Chang Hao was responsible for Ye Bufan's departure, these teachers were very resentful towards him. Although they didn't dare show it on the surface, they all implicitly sought him out when problems arose.

"Teacher Chang, hurry up and look, your class's students burned all my lesson plans…"

"Teacher Chang, how do you teach students? Your class's students beat up five of our classmates…"

"Teacher Chang, come quickly and see, the male students from your class are watching adult films in our classroom. How can we even have class?"

Chang Hao was overwhelmed by the calls, rushing around to put out fires. The most crucial thing was that the students looked at him as if he were an enemy, giving him no Face at all. He only ended up feeling frustrated and angry.

He was regretting it immensely now. Why did he have to take on the title of homeroom teacher? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

He originally thought Ye Bufan leaving was a good thing, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning of his nightmare.

He had just leaned against the stairwell to catch his breath when Principal Zhang Yunxiu's call came in again: "Director Chang, come over quickly, your class's students are holding a concert in my office! How am I supposed to work?"

At this moment, in the principal's office, seven or eight students, led by Hai Mingzi and Wu Zihao, completely ignored the principal's presence and started a Kara OK concert.

Zhang Yunxiu was so angry her eyes were practically bulging, but she couldn't do anything about these rich second-generation kids. Leaving aside others, she couldn't afford to offend Hai Mingzi alone.

What made him most angry was that after each person sang a song, everyone cheered and even went up to present flowers.

And those flowers were expensive plants he had cultivated in his office for many years, which were now being plucked one by one before his very eyes.

Chang Hao ran in, panting, and shouted at Hai Mingzi and the others: "What are you doing? This is outrageous! Get out of here right now and stop disturbing the principal's work."

"What are you? Who are you talking to?"

Wu Zihao said, pushing him impolitely in the chest. Chang Hao, caught off guard, stumbled back several steps and landed on a large potted cactus that Zhang Yunxiu had been growing.

"Ah!"

The guy let out a heart-wrenching scream, leaping up abruptly, his buttocks and hands already bleeding from the prickles.

Chang Hao was practically going mad with anger, stammering: "You guys are really going too far."

Hai Mingzi said, "Are we going too far? Give Teacher Ye back to us, and we'll obediently go back to class. Otherwise, no one will have a good time."

Chang Hao was so angry he didn't know what to say when suddenly a teacher ran in: "Director Chang, go quickly and see, your car has been completely scratched up."

"What? What happened?"

Chang Hao was startled. That black BMW 7 Series was his new purchase, costing over a million yuan.

The teacher said, "A few students from your class are playing landlord in the parking lot. Whoever loses draws a small turtle on your car. There are already dozens of them now."

"I…"

Chang Hao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood after hearing that. He didn't care about Hai Mingzi and the others anymore and rushed towards the parking lot.

When he arrived, he found seven or eight male students gathered there. Tang Ming, Zhu Mingyu, and Liang Zhijie were leading the game of landlord, with the others围 around cheering them on.

Tang Ming held the cards in his hand and excitedly shouted, "Three bombs and a spring! Each of you has to draw 16 turtles, that's 32 in total for the two of you. Let's begin."

Chang Hao glanced at the BMW 7 Series parked nearby. Half of the car's body was already covered with turtles of various sizes, making his heart ache.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

He rushed over to shield the car behind him and shouted at Tang Ming and the others, "What are you doing? You can't touch my car."

He was just the son of the former Mayor, and his pockets weren't very deep. He had gritted his teeth and bought this car earlier to pursue Lu Banxia, which had almost emptied most of his savings.

Tang Ming stood up, looking at him mockingly and saying, "Hey Chang, didn't you say you're our homeroom teacher?

What's wrong with students playing with the homeroom teacher's car and learning a bit of drawing?"

Zhu Mingyu followed up, "Yeah, Director Chang, you wouldn't be that stingy, would you? It's just a car. Why are you so nervous?"

Liang Zhijie said, "Practice clearly proves to be better than no practice. Look how cool those little turtles I drew on the back are, much better than the ones in front.

If I finish drawing on the whole car, I might even be able to participate in a drawing competition and perhaps win some international award."

"No, none of you can touch my car again."

Chang Hao said, fumbling with his car keys, opening the car door, jumping in, and speeding away.

Zhu Mingyu looked at his retreating figure with disdain: "With that kind of demeanor, he still wants to be our homeroom teacher? He should go look in a mirror."

Just then, the dismissal bell rang in the teaching building, and all the teachers in the school breathed a sigh of relief. Today was finally over.

Liang Zhijie said, "Shall we continue?"

"They're off work already, so there's no need for us to. We'll continue tomorrow," Tang Ming said. "Let's go, I'll treat everyone to drinks, and we can discuss what to do tomorrow."

After school, they, along with Hai Mingzi, Ai Meili, and other core members, went to a large hotel near the school gate. They ordered a private room, and as they ate, they discussed how to make more trouble tomorrow to get the school to bring Teacher Ye back.

As they were eating, the private room door suddenly opened, and seven or eight Black-Clothed Men burst in.

Tang Ming frowned: "Who are you? What do you want?"

These people were originally cynical rich second-generation kids and didn't put these people in front of them in their eyes at all.

The leading Black-Clothed Man ignored him completely and shouted to his subordinates behind him: "Act! Arrest them all."

After he finished speaking, the Black-Clothed Men immediately moved without another word, and each of them was a master.

Among them, only Tang Ming was a Martial Artist, but unfortunately, he was still injured and had no ability to resist whatsoever.

In the blink of an eye, they were all securely tied up, even their mouths were gagged with towels.

The leading Black-Clothed Man waved his hand: "Take them away!"

The burly men, one for each student, directly carried them out.