Chapter 390: Protection Money

g calligraphy with a brush on rice paper."Grandpa, I'm back."After Sima Wei entered the door, she said urgently, "Grandpa, I have something important to tell you."Sima Pingcuo said: "You girl, you can...In Chang Hao's view, if Ye Bufan were to take on the role of class teacher, there would definitely be no good outcome. The final result would be riddled with scars, ruined reputation, and then being expelled from the school.

So he changed his mind and was no longer in a hurry to get rid of Ye Bufan.

Since she has him under her control now, she'll definitely give him a good makeover and let the arrogant Lu Banxia see how useless the man she chose is.

After laughing, he said with a mocking expression: "Ye, you really think anyone can be a teacher I bet you won't last three days in Class 5, Grade Two. You'll soon be running away with your tail between your legs."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Director Chang, are you so confident Then let's make a bet."

Chang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever loses has to go to the playground and bark three times in front of everyone."

Ye Bufan said without hesitation, "Yes."

Seeing him agree so readily, Zhang Yunxiu shook her head involuntarily. She thought he was truly a naive youth who feared nothing, oblivious to the dangers ahead.

This new teacher, Teacher Ye, clearly doesn't know what's going on in Grade 2, Class 5. She was easily tricked by Chang Hao.

As the principal, he naturally knew how difficult the students in Grade 2, Class 5 were. They wouldn't even give him, the principal, face, let alone a new homeroom teacher.

If it were that easy to handle, there wouldn't be so many teachers ending up in the hospital.

However, since they had already made a bet, he couldn't say anything else. He could only tell Chang Hao: "Director Chang, you take Teacher Ye to Year 2, Class 5 to get familiar with the situation. Have a meeting with the students and introduce yourselves, then start work."

"Ye Bufan said, "Principal Zhang, there's no need for that. Just tell me where Class 2-5 is."

He really disliked that Chang Hao would always be around him, and he certainly didn't need anyone to introduce him or show him the way.

Zhang Yunxiu said, “Oh! It’s on the 2nd floor of the teaching building, the 3rd classroom after you go upstairs, there's a class sign on the door.”

At this moment, the bell for the first class rang. Ye Bufan said, "Well then, Principal Zhang, I'm going to class."

After saying that, he turned and left the principal's office, walking toward the teaching building.

As soon as he stepped out the door, Chang Hao sneered and said, "Principal, where did this fool come from Isn't he looking for death"

Zhang Yunxiu said, “I don’t know about that. It’s entirely up to the people above.”

"Principal, let's check the security cameras. I bet he runs out after three minutes of being inside, and might even end up in the hospital."

Zhang Yunxiu was also curious about Ye Bufan, wondering why the higher-ups had arranged for a doctor to come and teach, and specifically assigned him to Class 2-5.

Hearing this from Chang Hao, he turned on the large monitor screen on the wall.

However, the monitor inside the classroom had already been smashed by those guys in Class 2-5. All they could do was keep an eye on the door through the corridor monitors.

This was enough for Chang Hao, he looked at his watch and started the timer.

Ye Bufan entered the teaching building. At this moment, the school bell rang, and the students had returned to their classrooms for class. The corridor was empty.

He was just about to go upstairs when a tall girl, over 1.70 meters tall, walked by. She looked to be a student from the school.

However, she wasn't wearing her school uniform. Her makeup was very heavy and her hair was styled in an extravagant way, like a haystack, making it almost impossible to recognize her real appearance.

She was wearing a black, tight-fitting tank top that exposed large areas of colorful tattoos.

She was wearing a pair of shorts that were incredibly short, and her long legs were covered in tattoos.

This girl kept chewing gum in her mouth, with a look of disdain and world-weariness on her face. She looked like a complete tomboy.

Seeing the girl blocking his path, Ye Bufan's lips curled into a smile. It seemed this school had some character; all sorts of people were here.

The girl stood on the staircase, and added to her natural height, she had an air of superiority: "Let me introduce myself. I'm Haemin, the eldest in Class 2-5. You must be our new teacher for the 'disgraced class', right"

Ye Bufan didn't get angry. He smiled and said, "The homeroom teacher is right, but I'm not a waste!"

"You're just trash, wait and see. Ten others like you have already come before you, all saying the same thing."

Seven people were hospitalized, and three are still in the hospital.

Heminzi said, "Here's the deal. I'll give you a chance. Pay me 3,000 yuan as protection money, and I'll look after you during your time at school. At least, I guarantee you won't get hurt."

"What are you saying Are you implying that you want me to pay you protection money"

Ye Bufan was so angry that he laughed. He didn't expect that on his first day of work, a student would come to his door to collect protection money. It would definitely be enough to make the headlines if it got out.

"That's right, give me 3000 yuan and I guarantee your safety." Haimingzi said in an extremely formal tone. "Don't think you're losing out. If you really get hospitalized, 3000 yuan won't even cover your medical expenses."

Ye Bufan held back his urge to laugh and said, “Since I’ve become the head teacher of this class, I have the ability to manage it well. Since you are a member of our class, I advise you to go back to class now.”

"You're delusional, thinking I'll be waiting for you to beg. By then, it won't be 3000 anymore, it'll be double."

After Hemingzi finished speaking, she ignored Ye Bufan and strode out of the teaching building.

"Mind your own business!"

Hai Mingzi finished speaking and left without looking back. Ye Bufan watched her figure and smiled. A rebellious little girl like this would be dealt with sooner or later, just not now.

He went up to the second floor, took a look at the class schedule, and then walked over.

Although the classroom bell has rung for Grade 2, Class 5, it seems to have no effect on the students here. Some are watching videos, some are making phone calls, and others continue with their own activities.

In the corner, Yu Wanlu sat there studying intently in a white dress. She had big headphones on her ears, as if to block out the surrounding noise.

Although she seemed out of place in Class 2-5, no one dared to approach her, because she was the woman favored by Zhu Mingyu, the class monitor.

Zhu Mingyu's father, Zhu Yucheng, was the mayor of Jiangnan City. Therefore, he naturally became the monitor of Class 5, Grade 2.

He looked tall and thin, with big eyes that were somewhat handsome. He inherited his father Zhu Yucheng's high intelligence and was very smart, but unfortunately, he never used it for good.

At this moment, seven or eight students were chatting and joking around him. A student with a tattoo on his arm asked, "Where is Haimingzi It's time for her to be here."

He is named Wu Zihao. Influenced by Young and Dangerous, he aspired to be the underground ruler of Jiangnan City since childhood and was a leader among his classmates.

"Need I say more It's probably just another protection racket."

The speaker was a tall man, about 1.95 meters tall. He looked both imposing and strong. A basketball rotated constantly in his hand, as if glued to his fingers.

He is called Liang Zhijie, with particularly good physical fitness and exceptional talent in basketball.

It is said that the provincial basketball team has extended an olive branch to him and he will soon come for an assessment. Once he passes, he will immediately become a formal member of the provincial team. was no reason to take action. Now that he had a chance, how could he miss it"Turning the platform battle into an auction is a complete disregard for the Hundred Schools Competition."Such people are l...