Seeing that Zhang Qiang refused to admit it, the old man in Taoist costume pointed at Zhang Qiang and said sternly: "Zhang Qiang, you are slandering people. We are so old, how could we still betray the debt? You..."

"You even cheat in the cultural course exam, let alone be lying to pay. You can't come up with evidence, and you did copy Zhang Qiang's test paper, so don't say so much nonsense, hurry up and take out the reward Zhang Qiang deserves, otherwise our kendo club will not be so easy to bully." Zhen Le interrupted the old man in Taoist costume and said impatiently: "We have something to do later, don't waste our time, we will do it if we don't give it money."

As Zhen Le's words came to an end, the young primary school students, middle-aged primary school students, and elderly primary school students behind him all took a step forward and stared at several members of the fishing club fiercely.

"You..." The old man in Taoist costume trembled a little: "We are old and can't remember things. If we don't cheat, we can't pass the exam. This is understandable. Even if the school knows it, we won't say anything. It's a bit too much for you to say this."

Zhen Le waved his hand, and said with a cold face: "Give you another three to count, one, two..."

"Okay, we admit it. Sanqian Xiayuan will transfer it to you with your mobile phone immediately. There is a transfer record this time. Let's see how you deny it." The old man in Taoist condone his conscience and took out his mobile phone and transferred Sanqian Xiayuan to Zhang Qiang.

To be honest, the old man in Taoist service had thought of transferring money to Zhang Qiang on his mobile phone and leaving a transfer record so that Zhang Qiang would not deny it.

But I always feel that doing this will leave a handle for Zhang Qiang. If it is reported, I will lose all my face, so the old man in Taoist sermon will give cash, but I didn't expect that Zhang Qiang is so shameless.

Seeing the old man in the Taoist uniform transferring Zhang Qiang to Xia Yuan for 3,000 yuan, Zhen Le couldn't help laughing: "Three thousand yuan, are you here to beg for food?"

"What do you mean?" The old man in Taoist costume frowned.

"Before we got involved in this matter, it's okay for you to give Zhang Qiang three thousand yuan." Zhen Le said: "But because of your actions, I have to bring so many brothers to block you, which has consumed a lot of manpower and material resources. Shouldn't you give some compensation?"

The old man in Taoist uniform and others were stunned: "You... don't go too far."

"It's not that we are too much, but that you are too ignorant." Zhen Le said with a smile: "Add another 3,000 yuan as our compensation, and this matter will be stopped."

The old man in Taoist costume looked back at the old guys, and after receiving the response, he turned around and said, "Impossible, you have blackmailed us for 3,000 yuan, and we will never give you 3,000 yuan."

"What, do you want to fight?" Zhen Le sneered.

The old man in Taoist uniform gritted his teeth and said, "If you fight, just beat him. Our fishing club is not that easy to bully."

"Okay, brothers and sisters go together to let the people in the fishing club be awake." Zhen Le waved his hand, and the members of the Jiandao club behind him rushed towards the elderly in the fishing club like tigers.

These old men were not willing to be outdone, and they all jumped up and started fighting with members of the Kendo Club. The small half of the woods quickly became smoky.

Looking at a group of young people, middle-aged people, and elderly people fighting like children, rolling around and falling, Song Ankang also felt a little stingy.

But thinking about it, they are all elementary school students, so it is normal for this situation to happen. This place is not the earth after all.

But the people from the Jiandao Club are really domineering. Fortunately, he has an elder sister named Song Zhufu and a younger sister named Song Taiping.

Song Ankang shook his head, and did not mean to stand up for the Diaoyu Club. He was just a fifth-grade elementary school student and could not control such things.

The Kendo Club gave his elder sister face and waived his aid fees. If he did too much, the Kendo Club would definitely not continue to tolerate it unless he had the strength of a junior high school student one day.

Leaving the grove, Song Ankang soon came to the classroom of Class 58, but the classroom was in chaos at this time, and two elementary school students were arguing.

One of the primary school students is about the same age as Song Ankang. He is a chubby teenager, and the other fifth-grade primary school students are older and are already in their seventies.

The two of them quarreled because of the 38th radius problem. The fat boy disliked his deskmate for his age, always drooling, and often slept and snoring, which affected his practice. So he drew the 38th radius on the desk, leaving only one-fifth of the old deskmate.

Naturally, my old deskmate stopped doing it, which was too unfair, so I started arguing with the fat boy.

As the fat boy started to fight, he relied on his height, strong and energetic, and soon beat his old deskmate to run away with his head. He was so angry that his old deskmate kept shouting: "Wang Bangzheng, your grandfather and I are card friends. I will call your grandfather later and ask him to deal with you well."

"If you want to hit you, go and hit you. I'm afraid you won't do it." The fat boy sneered: "You only won three hundred yuan from my grandfather yesterday. He is angry now. If he knew that I beat you up at school, he would even praise me if he didn't do it."

"You..." The old deskmate was speechless, and then ran out of the classroom with a bruised face: "Okay, okay, I'll complain to your grandfather now. Let's see how he praises you later. I haven't told him a lot of things you did at school."

The fat boy was stunned and hurriedly chased after me: "Zhang Wen and you stop me. Haven't you promised me that I would never tell my grandfather and parents about those things? If you break your promise, you will be an old bastard."

The old and the young quickly ran away, and a group of classmates who were watching the fun left regretfully.

This farce made Song Ankang smile, looked at the messy classroom, turned around and walked towards the Yanwu Tower.

Song Ankang is really not interested in the courses taught by fifth-grade teachers. Whether it is cultural courses or martial arts courses, Song Ankang has long known them well, and even more than many primary school teachers know about them.

After all, Song Ankang's family has four junior high school students, three of whom are junior high school students, and they are still better grades. They have taught Song Ankang the things from elementary school long ago.

In this case, you don’t have to stay in the classroom to teach. You can study according to your actual situation. This is also allowed by Xiliu Primary School.

Not long after Song Ankang left, Xie Meiyi came to the classroom: "Have you not Ankang come yet?"

"Song Ankang was still here just now. I don't know where to go now. Call me and ask." The middle-aged classmate next to him quickly replied.

Xie Meiyi looked at her eyebrows and frowned slightly. She took out her cell phone and wanted to call Song Ankang, but suddenly she remembered that she didn't have Song Ankang's mobile phone number.
Chapter completed!