This is the second time that a staff member from the school has come crying to complain about the principal's crime and allowed himself to destroy the dojo.
Jiu Yuanzi felt very embarrassed. She didn't want to offend No. 1. That guy had warned her many times not to damage the dojo.
If something like that happens again unintentionally, it should be very difficult for Number One.
Especially when he took out all the magic circles in the dojo last time, No. 1 was absolutely furious. If he caused trouble again this time, it would feel like he was deliberately seeking death.
But you still have to check out the collection room, there must be good things in it.
Jiu Motoko then said: "Teacher, when I get the things in the collection room, I will sabotage the exam. You must help me."
The female teacher didn't know if it was a professional fault, so she asked casually, "How can you sabotage the exam by taking things from the collection room?"
"Ah?" Jiu Yuanzi didn't think about what happened next. When she asked her, he said casually: "What do you think about destroying the teaching building where the exam is held?"
"Okay." The female teacher agreed immediately. She always wanted to do this step first, and if it didn't work, she would take other actions.
After the negotiation was successful, Jiu Motoko said: "Then can you take me to the collection room now?"
The female teacher hesitated for a moment, as if she was fighting with her heart, and finally nodded and walked toward the academic building.
Jiu Motoko also followed. It felt good to follow others and have someone to back them up. Xiaoyang usually had this perspective, and it looked good.
Gong Yangyan walked at the end, looking back at the dark stairs from time to time. There were no lights in the hallways and stairs at night in this school, deliberately creating a weird atmosphere.
It's too deliberate, but the effect is good.
Even though I know it was done deliberately, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.
The three of them reached the top floor and walked outside the collection room. What they saw was a dark red heavy wooden door with a shocking sentence written in white paint.
Anyone who enters dies!
Jiu Motoko looked at the words on the door in shock. There were two exclamation points and a big cross drawn after the word "death".
So childish!
"This is the principal's collection room, isn't it some old man's house whose door was pelted with excrement?" Jiu Yuanzi asked.
The principal of a school, the entrance to the collection room is in this state, it's really strange.
The female teacher assured firmly: "It's right here. You can see that there are still traces of being knocked open by the door in the afternoon. It was repaired not long ago."
There is a footprint on the door. I don’t know which teacher was brave enough to kick it out.
Gong Yangyan held the hammer and was eager to go up and break down the door. As soon as she stepped forward, Jiu Yuanzi reached out to block her.
"Teacher, please open the door," she said.
There are ready-made tools available, so why take the risk yourself?
The female teacher looked at Jiu Motoko for more than ten seconds, and then said, "I'll call some male teachers over. This class is very heavy."
Then she stepped on her small high heels and ran away.
Just like the heroine in a horror movie who is chased by ghosts or dinosaurs, she can run fast and steady in high heels.
Gong Yangyan watched her run into the stairs, then turned around and said, "Sister Jiu, let's break down the door and go in. No one will hinder us."
"Don't worry, wait for someone else to come and open the door. These teachers are acting weird. They probably want to harm me." Jiu Yuanzi said.
"What!" Gong Yangyan was shocked, "What are they going to do?"
Jiu Motoko said with certainty: "They want me to destroy the dojo. I already made a big fuss in the dojo last time. If I do it again this time, No. 1 will definitely become angry and might kill me."
"We have to be stable this time. We must not let any more problems occur in the dojo. Even if we cause damage, we can't do it so frequently. Number One's tolerance also has a limit.
This time, I want to be a good player and absolutely protect the dojo.
When No. 1 sees me trying so hard to restrain myself, he will definitely change his impression of me and think that I am still very obedient. He will strongly support me in the future and also take the initiative to give me good things. "She clenched her fists and encouraged.
Jiu Motoko heard that Wanfa was given a very good sword by the original prince of the dojo. No one knows how good it is, but it is dazzling and powerful when used.
And that prince is number one.
Thinking about offending him before, he might have lost tens of billions.
Gong Yangyan pursed her lips. She had just dealt with the dormitory manager, so it wouldn't affect Sister Jiu's plan.
However, didn’t Sister Jiu realize that she had not been honest since she entered the dojo?
Thinking of this, she also clenched her fists and said, "Sister Jiu, I will definitely remind you at any time not to do anything that damages the dojo."
Jiu Yuanzi nodded, "Little Yang, let's work hard together."
In Heaven, No. 1 said: "Don't rush me, I'm already using my authority to transfer teachers, and there's nothing the principal can do.
Although the dormitory supervisor was killed, it was probably because of her ugly appearance. The female teacher just now should be fine.
You see, although she was afraid and resisted my influence on her, she also thought of a solution and came to find the male teacher. "
He paused and said, "If my authority were greater, I wouldn't be able to directly control the teachers instead of affecting their thinking. That would better push Jiu Motoko to destroy the trial."
No. 1 waited for a while but didn't get what he wanted. It seemed that the gear's ability was limited.
Or, are you just protecting yourself?
It seems that the situation is not in such a hurry, and I haven't been forced into it yet.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of No. 1's mouth, "Jiu Yuanzi, you have to work harder."
Next time, maybe I will really reward you.
In the dojo, Motoko Shu had not waited for the female teacher to bring anyone, but a male teacher appeared in the corridor. After seeing the two of them, he walked over and said, "Classmate, why haven't you returned to the dormitory so late?"
Just as Jiu Motoko was about to speak, the teacher said first, "Hey, this is the principal's collection room. Did you drop something in there and want to take it out?"
Could you please be more tactful?
Jiu Motoko paused and then said: "Yes, I left my suitcase inside. If I can't get it back, I won't be able to leave school and go home tomorrow.
Teacher, please help me, open the door. "
The male teacher patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, it's what we teachers should do to help our students."
Then, he turned sideways, bulging the muscles in his arms, and banged against the door of the collection room.
"Bang! Bang!" The sound of banging on the door was extremely loud in the academic building in the middle of the night.
This male teacher is not particularly strong. Unlike Chinese teacher No. 2 and those physical education teachers, his arms are thicker than his thighs.
He is just a normal teacher who is in good health and can run and do a few push-ups when he has nothing to do.
He banged against the door again and again.
Jiu Motoko watched helplessly as his shoulder was dislocated and his arm was broken, but he was unwilling to stop and kept banging on the door.
It seems that his life now has no other meaning except to knock down doors for female students.
Jiu Yuanzi and Gong Yangyan took two steps back and retreated to the wall. They looked at the male teacher's suicidal behavior. Don't blame them if something goes wrong.
They definitely did not destroy the dojo!
In the end, the male teacher fell at the door, his shoulder bruised and useless.
But his willpower was very strong. Although he couldn't get up, he could still move his head and continued to hit the door with his head.
Jiu Yuanzi put his hand to his mouth and said to Gong Yangyan, who was grinning and disliked the poor quality of the teacher's forehead: "Little Yang, the school is really haunted at night."
"Yes, Sister Jiu, it's so scary." Gong Yangyan responded with approval.
This is not a ghost. Can a normal person do such a thing?
