Season 2 Gokusen Black Board High School Student

  The new teacher didn't teach, just sat at the back of the podium playing with his phone. The students below gradually became bolder, some whispering to each other, others taking out their phones to play, and Liu Ziguang didn't care about them either.

  Twenty minutes later, the teacher's door was lightly knocked on. Liu Ziguang went to open it and saw eight kids standing at the door with their heads hung low in dejection. Bei Xiaoshuai was standing behind them, puffing on a cigarette, with an air of triumph: "Brother, I've brought everyone here for you."

  Liu Ziguang glared at him: "Put out your cigarette, this is a school."

  Bei Xiaoshuai quickly extinguished the cigarette on the sole of his shoe and was about to throw it out onto the balcony when he thought better of it and put it in his own pocket, giving Liu Ziguang a sly smile.

  Liu Ziguang called the eight students into the classroom, lined them up in a row and made them squat in the corner. The classroom was silent at this time. These few hoodlums were the best of Class 5, Grade 3, and they knew all the big brothers in society. With just one phone call, they could summon dozens of people to block the school gate. Even those young teachers were afraid of them. Now, they were actually being controlled by this new teacher, so obediently that they didn't even dare to lift their heads. It was really strange!

  Liu Ziguang looked at the eight students, none of whom were wearing school uniforms. They all wore casual clothes, with hair that was dyed red or purple and styled like a chicken's feathers. Some wore shiny jackets, while others wore low-cut T-shirts, tight pants, and sneakers. One girl was among them, and when she crouched down, her low-rise pants slipped even lower, revealing a small waistband tied around her waist with a red string, from which hung a string of jade rings.

  My god! These are not students, they're obviously a gang of thugs.

  These eight students all know Liu Ziguang, they are Bai Xiaoshuai's trusted subordinates, every day following the boss to hang out in night markets or internet cafes. Last time when fighting with Lao Si, these boys were all participating in the battle. Now that the big boss is furious, they are really scared and don't dare fart.

  "You students should have a student-like appearance, what's with all these hairstyles? Xiaobei!"

  "Agreed!"

  "Out of the school gate, turn left, there's a barber shop, help me borrow an electric razor."

  "Alright!"

  Five minutes later, the electric razor was borrowed. Liu Ziguang had these seven boys sit on chairs and shaved their heads one by one. Forget about other hairstyles, Teacher Liu only knew how to do one style - a buzz cut.

  Liu Ziguang wielded his scissors like a hot knife through butter, and the electric clippers roared to life like a bulldozer on the meticulously styled hairdos of the young men. Large clumps of colorful hair fell to the ground, and twenty minutes later, seven bald heads emerged. The haircut was even uglier than a dog's gnawing, and the young men touched their heads with tears in their eyes, feeling like they wanted to die. How could they still go out in public after this?

  That only girl, Liu Ziguang didn't let her off either. He picked up the scissors and gave her a haircut that was neither here nor there, and scolded her, pointing at her: "You're learning all those crooked ways, are you the one who hung the red string? Are you a student or a young lady? Do you know what these jade rings mean? You hang one every time you sleep with a man. If you're willing, I'll send you to Huqingchi tonight to put up a sign and find a hundred men to screw you to death! You're a hundred-man slayer!"

  The girl covered her face and wept, the classroom was silent as a cicada in winter, no one dared to speak, even those who were playing with their phones hid their things deep into their desks, looking at this new teacher with fear, what kind of teacher is this? Obviously, he's a big brother from the underworld. This classroom is not a classroom anymore, it's a gangster shrine.

  The long-awaited bell finally rang, and this class seemed to be as long as a century. Fortunately, Teacher Liu didn't drag on the lesson, and when the bell rang, it was time to get off work. The students didn't rush out of the classroom like they usually did, but instead sat in their seats waiting for Teacher Liu to leave before daring to move.

  Liu Ziguang brought Bei Xiaoshuai to the playground and said, "Now I'm specially appointed by Principal Wang as a school counselor. Let these younger brothers of yours behave themselves. It's not easy to make a living in society."

  "Brother, it's not that I don't listen to you, but these kids really aren't cut out for school. Even if you get them into a classroom, they'll be miserable, worse off than dead."

  Liu Ziguang said: "I'm not an old stickler, I have a plan in mind, if I can save one it's one, let's go, put the willow branch on the toilet."

  When passing by the sports equipment area, several boys were squatting on the parallel bars smoking. Seeing Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai coming over, they didn't avoid them. Judging from their appearance, they weren't students of this class. Liu Ziguang immediately blew up: "What are those few students doing?!"

  A few students turned their heads and saw that he wasn't a teacher from their school, so they brazenly gave him the middle finger: "Screw you! Mind your own business."

  "Malerg wall, how to talk to Guang Ge." Bei Xiaoshuai went up and pulled down several small children, and gave them a good beating. The students of Class 5, Grade 1 on the fourth floor saw Lao Da beating people downstairs and rushed down to help, beating those students until their noses were blue and swollen, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

  "Wipe your nose, have you grown eyes or something? This is our Gaotupo Zhongyitang's Boss Bei, and this is our Teacher Liu. You don't even recognize them, you deserve to be beaten!" Those few balding students shouted loudly, showing off in front of the boss.

  Liu Ziguang bent down to pick up the cigarette butt on the ground: "Hehe, it's still Furongwang. Someone come and buy two Furongwang cigarettes for me."

  Bei Xiaoshuai immediately took out money to send the younger brother to buy cigarettes. The student rushed towards the school wall like a flying bird, and in just two or three flips, he jumped over it. In less than two minutes, he flipped back again, holding two packs of Furongwang cigarettes and ran over excitedly to report: "Bei Xiaoshuai, teacher, the cigarettes are here."

  Liu Ziguang said: "Distribute them, give them out, don't let them attend class until they finish smoking, Xiaobei, keep an eye on them for me."

  Three students, each with six packs of cigarettes, were crying and smoking at the same time. A circle of people stood around them, staring coldly with furrowed brows. Each cigarette had to be smoked down to the filter, and then inhaled into the lungs before being exhaled through the nostrils; otherwise, a loud slap would immediately follow.

  Campus violence is common in Subei Middle School, but it's usually in the toilet or on the back hill. It's rare to have such a big scene, under the eyes of everyone, and the whole teaching building's balcony is full of people, all leaning over to watch the excitement. The three students who got beaten are from Class 2 of Grade 3, but when they saw Bei Shuai down there, that's the tyrant of Gaotu Slope, who dares to stick their head out? They all quietly shrank back.

  The head of the Teaching Department, Director Han, rushed over after noticing something was amiss, but he too was powerless. Liu Ziguang said: "Since Principal Wang invited me here, I will use my own methods to teach the students. Don't worry, Director Han, if anything happens, I'll take responsibility."

  Director Han said: "Little Liu, nowadays children are all precious, if you physically punish them, their parents will complain."

  Liu Ziguang said: "They like smoking, I let them smoke to their heart's content. As for complaints, ask them if they dare tell their families?"

  Director Han shook his head helplessly, looking at Principal Wang on the fifth-floor balcony. Principal Wang remained expressionless. Director Han hastily ran to the fifth floor and questioned Principal Wang: "Are you going to let him get away with corporal punishment of students like this?"

  Principal Wang lit a cigarette and said: "For these students who are tainted with bad social atmosphere, Director Han, do you have any way to deal with them?"

  Director Han was speechless, and the fact is that the atmosphere of the middle school has reached a point where it cannot be corrected. Students dare to smoke in public, insult teachers, and teachers and parents have no solution at all.

  "Students who have been tainted by bad social influences can be educated by society, that's why I hired Xiao Liu in the first place," said Principal Wang.

  The bell rang, and the students reluctantly returned to their classrooms for lessons, leaving only a few poor students on the playground, crying and smoking. There were only five or six cigarette butts on the ground, and it was unknown when they would finish these two cigarettes.

  Liu Ziguang's first day as a substitute teacher was quite impressive. He swaggered around the school with his hands behind his back, went up to the fifth floor to chat with Principal Wang in the principal's office, and smoked half a pack of cigarettes. Finally, the bell rang at noon, signaling the end of classes.

  School was over, nearly a thousand students walked out of the classroom, pushed their bicycles into the shed, and in groups of three or five, they left the school gate. At this time, there were more than a dozen young people gathered at the school gate, all dressed in trendy clothes, squatting by the roadside, smoking and staring at the beautiful girls in the crowd, occasionally whispering something to each other, then bursting into an unscrupulous laughter, Yuan Wei was among them.

  Liu Ziguang also came out of the school, pushing his bicycle. He had a red school badge on his chest, several books in the basket, and a pair of glasses with no lenses perched on the bridge of his nose, looking like a model teacher.

  Yuan Wei pointed at Liu Ziguang: "Big brother, it's that new teacher who bullied me, hit him."

  There was no sound beside him, Yuan Wei turned his head to look back, the faces of several big brothers had changed, their legs were trembling like sieves, and they didn't dare to speak either, but only deeply hid their heads in their crotch, just like an ostrich.

  Yuan Wei still didn't understand: "Big brother, what's wrong?"

  Big brother rushed to him and waved his hand vigorously, with an expression on his face that looked like constipation. Yuan Wei's mouth was agape in confusion. Meanwhile, Liu Ziguang had already walked over with a smile, leaning against the car handle and saying: "Isn't this Yuan Wei? I haven't finished reciting the lines you asked me to read, why did you run off? Don't you respect your teacher?"

  Yuan Wei was too afraid to speak, and the few mechanical vocational school brothers he had invited also swallowed their saliva with difficulty and didn't dare to speak. The teacher in front of them was none other than the most ruthless brother on Jiangbei Road today, and these vocational high school students who were more in touch with society knew him.

  "Hmph, and you're still calling for people to come, trying to overwhelm the teacher?" Liu Ziguang continued.

  Those vocational school students' faces turned pale, pulled their heads out of their crotches and frantically waved their hands: "No no, Old Liu, you misunderstood!"

  Liu Ziguang and Shan said with a smile: "Alright, let's disperse then. Don't loiter around the entrance of our school in the future, squatting in a row like sheep dung eggs, it looks quite ugly."

  The vocational school students were like amnesty, standing up and running away in a hurry, leaving only one bewildered Yuan Wei.

  "Keep reciting until you go to school this afternoon, if you stop for a moment, hum." Liu Ziguo smiled with ill intentions and rode away on his bicycle.

  The empty school gate was left with only one boy with a pompadour haircut, repeating over and over: "My name is Yuan Wei, I'm speaking out, what's wrong with that? My name is Yuan Wei, I'm speaking out, what's wrong with that..."