Wei Hanyang's mother came to school so worried that I don't know how many times. Lan Ze encountered her twice.

One of the times, he was standing with Lan Ze's mother, a university teacher. Lan Ze hadn't seen this indifferent woman who was called his mother for a long time, and he had no idea why they were together. Lan Ze saw it from a distance and hurried away.

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Wei Hanyang's mother came to school, which did not help his continued collapse.

Lan Mowang was completely unable to understand the logic of Wei Hanyang's behavior.

It's easy to snatch toys and snacks. You can eat and play with them. But why is it destroyed?

The devil can understand beating people. But what is he doing by asking other boys to line up in front of him, roll around, kneel down, crawl with their butts sticking out, dig into their crotches, and so on?

The devil can't understand Wei Hanyang, and Wei Hanyang can't understand the devil either.

But since he believes that the Demon King is the messenger of justice, others may also think so.

Lan Ze found that his popularity had improved.

During free time every day, there are different new students who actively come to play with me.

Although from a normal person's perspective, these are just the minimum normal interactions between children, it is a huge improvement for Lan Ze.

He is no longer the feared demon king, he has become an ordinary child.

There were often people talking to him, and people doing this and that near him. There were also people who didn't talk, but just followed him wherever he went.

It became very lively around him.

Classmate Wei’s road to death continues.

One day during lunch time, Wei Hanyang rushed into the small restaurant where Lan Ze was eating.

During meal time, teachers and classmates eat together in the cafeteria. Sometimes the teacher stays with them and leaves after eating. Sometimes the teachers gather together and sit far away from them. Most of the time the teacher doesn't care about them eating.

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They are not children anymore. They don’t need to be fed or wipe their saliva. They have to consciously drop rice grains. Because it is a buffet, there are very few leftovers. Children only need to remember to take their plates to recycling after eating.

That's fine. If you forget it once or twice, no one will criticize them.

When Wei Hanyang came in, the teachers had already left.

He started at the door and started to lift the plates that others were eating one by one.

A tall classmate stood up and said dissatisfied, "What are you doing?"

Classmate Wei slapped him in the face and smashed the food on the plate all over him. The tall classmate rushed forward, but was knocked down by Wei Hanyang.

Lan Ze could see that this was directed at him again. Wei Hanyang had been looking at him.

But if others have nothing to eat, it has nothing to do with him.

Lan Ze calmly continued to eat a large plate of salt and pepper fish nuggets + bananas.

He doesn't like to eat staple food, so he can just eat some inexplicable combinations like braised pork + sweet potato + sweet potato ice cream, tomato vermicelli + tomato juice, honey barbecued pork + jelly + sweet tofu, and he will feel very happy.

Wei Hanyang is a rigorous and orderly person.

He lifted the plates one by one without missing any one.

Things happened so fast that the students didn't react. They watched in stunned silence as he overturned his own plate and the soup and water flowing freely on the dining table.

Wei Hanyang was very efficient in his work. Soon he arrived in front of Lan Ze. At this time, someone from the classmates who were far away stood up to carry the plates and transfer them.

Lan Ze was angry.

Wei Hanyang looked at him fiercely all the way.

At this time, Lan Ze reached out and pulled the dinner plate of the classmate next to him, and held it across the dining table.

Innocent classmate:......

While Wei Hanyang's attention was attracted by the dinner plate, Lan Ze put one hand on the dining table and jumped over.

A messenger of justice or something like that should not throw away someone else's dinner plate.

The school police uncle and the male grade teacher who came to deal with the fight later did not pursue this matter.

Wei Hanyang's face was splashed with stir-fried vegetables, and a complex-smelling soup was rolled all over the floor. He was beaten and punished.

Lanze hit someone but was not punished. This made him feel a little embarrassed.

It seemed that I felt a little sorry for Mr. Wei, who was the one who took the lead in punishing me, and more deeply I sympathized with him for committing suicide.

Because the lunch was not finished yet, after the school police took Wei away, Lan Ze went back to eat.

The classmate whose plate he threw away retook some food. Not only did he have no objection to him, but he excitedly gave him a thumbs up and continued to sit next to him while eating.

This made Lan Ze feel a little incredible.

When did beating someone become a good thing?

Punishment can't stop Mr. Wei from committing suicide. He can always reach new heights.

One winter morning, the first and second grade students gathered in the large lecture hall for a meeting.

The specific purpose of the meeting was completely unclear to Lan Ze at that age.

The students are all seated in their seats. The first graders are in the front, and the second graders are in the back. The ground gradually rises from front to back, and everyone can see clearly in front of them. Each class has a class teacher to manage the order.

The presiding teacher gave some opening remarks at the front, and then the vice principal in charge of the lower grades (grades one, two, three, and four) spoke.

Lan Ze was thinking about it, but he didn't seem to see where the death-seeking enthusiast was sitting. Student Wei arrived belatedly and appeared at the door of the lecture theater.

The principal paused, glanced at the late student, and motioned him to find his class's place.

Unexpectedly, Wei Hanyang took a few steps and stopped. He was in the center of the venue.

"Hello! Hello everyone!" Classmate Wei greeted enthusiastically, the same way he usually greets people.

"Do you know who I am?"

Due to the design of the large lecture hall, as long as you stand at the front and speak, the sound can be perfectly transmitted to every corner.

The principal raised his eyebrows, very surprised that a child had snatched the opportunity to speak.

"Hahaha! Some friends already know me. Some friends are not very familiar with me. I want you all to get to know me today!"

"We've seen your butt before!" a reply suddenly came from among the students.

The classmates burst into laughter.

Wei Hanyang pressed down with one hand to signal everyone to be quiet. The crowd actually calmed down obediently.

"Where did this monster come from!" the principal was furious.

He finally remembered who this kid was. "Wei Hanyang, get out of here!"

"Junzi Tantan, Tantan!" Wei Hanyang shouted happily and took off his pants.

Lan Ze wasn't sure whether he still wanted to take off his underwear. He didn't know what was going on in Wei's brain, and others couldn't judge his thoughts.

Wei Hanyang aimed his butt at the principal and slapped him hard twice.

Bang bang! The acoustics of the architectural design are great.

Lan Ze finally couldn't hold it any longer. He left his seat, stepped on the rows of tables and chairs in front of him, and jumped to the front.

Student Wei suddenly saw him emerging, was startled, turned around and ran away.

But I don’t know if he was too excited about the performance or something. Wei forgot to pick up his pants.

Before Lanze could touch him, Wei tripped over his own pants and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!