The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 341 Post-traumatic Stress Disorder Reappears (Bonus Chapter 1850 for the Emergence of the Color Photographer)

Since returning from the time travel, Lao Ma had been thinking about going back to his hometown to sweep his grandfather's grave, so he didn't get any sleep and ended up feeling a bit listless. That's why he didn't drive to work.

Fortunately, he leaves home early, so taking the subway to work is quite convenient for him.

After exiting the subway, it's just over 200 meters to the middle school where he works.

And so, on his first day back from time travel, Lao Ma went to work as usual.

Unlike usual, perhaps due to lack of sleep and poor mental state, he felt that his temper was much more irritable than usual, and he was prone to getting angry at the slightest provocation.

That's why, after the school bell rang at five o'clock in the afternoon, he didn't have dinner at school, and also had to accompany the students to evening self-study.

After spending twenty minutes finishing some work, I finished my early shift.

I plan to go back and have dinner, then go to bed early.

After leaving the school gate, when I walked to the edge of a grove of trees more than 100 meters away from the subway station, I stopped immediately after seeing something out of the corner of my eye.

Then he strode inside, shouting loudly:
"What are you doing, and what do you want to do?"
Liu Ziming, Sun Ye, and Zhao Guodong, the three of you get home right now. If you continue to associate with these people, I'll call your parents.

He had just seen three of his students, who were usually quite mischievous, being surrounded and shoved by about ten people in a small grove of trees.

Worried that the students would be taken advantage of, Lao Ma immediately shouted something and stepped forward to stop them.

As for why they didn't call the police? It's because these ten or so people didn't look very old. Although they weren't wearing school uniforms, they should all be high school students based on their age.

Even the guy who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a full head of blond hair and an earring, who looked like a bad student, seemed somewhat familiar to him, and he remembered seeing him somewhere before.

As a teacher, he believed he had considerable confidence and authority in front of his students.

So I'm going to figure out the situation first, and I don't want to call the police over something so trivial.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the blond-haired thugs showed no fear upon seeing him, and instead swore, "Get out! Get out now, or I'll beat you up too."

And I'm warning you not to make unnecessary phone calls, otherwise we'll find out where you work, and you might not be safe walking alone at night in the future.

Upon hearing this, Old Ma became extremely angry, and his eyes even flashed with murderous intent.

The underlying cause is post-traumatic stress disorder, which has led to an abnormal mental state for Old Ma.

You should know! If you calculate carefully, less than a day ago, he was still fighting to the death with the Japanese in Pingding County, and at that time he was completely bloodthirsty.

Like a wild beast, they used guns, knives, and even biting to kill the Japanese soldiers.

Adding to his irritability was the lack of rest he had last night, making him even more prone to outbursts of anger. Thus, a crisis he himself was unaware of was quietly brewing.

Normally, Lao Ma might have scolded them, telling them he would call the police if they didn't leave, thus resolving the issue in a civilized way.

But in a fit of immense anger, he grabbed a stick about a meter long and blurted out:
"You little brat! Who do you think you are? Try hitting me and see what happens..."

Wei Xiaodong, the one with the yellow hair who was the leader, was also furious at this moment. You should know that he was the recognized big brother among all the students in a certain vocational high school.

As a result, the girl he had been pursuing for a long time without success ended up having an ambiguous relationship with a guy named Liu Ziming.

Today, I finally managed to corner him with my men. I was just about to teach him a lesson in front of my brothers, making him kneel on the ground and sing "Conquer" loudly when...

Before we could even start, a clueless teacher showed up, and he was incredibly arrogant.

As for the other teacher's identity, he didn't care at all, because he was a second-year student majoring in cooking at a nearby vocational high school.

What should we say about vocational high schools nowadays?

First of all, the country's large-scale establishment of vocational high schools must have its own considerations, and the starting point is good.

After all, it's unrealistic for many junior high school students to finish high school and go to university because of family circumstances and their own academic performance.

If one can receive appropriate vocational high school education, one can become a qualified technical talent more quickly.

It not only solved the problem of a shortage of technical talent in society, but also resulted in high employment rates for graduates, higher salaries than those who simply lay screws, and better career development opportunities for them.

However, some problems have arisen in actual practice, resulting in the teaching quality of some vocational high schools being far from satisfactory, making it seem as if the students did not receive any education at all.

Teachers sometimes have no control over their students, and their only requirement for students is that no one dies; everything else is negotiable.

To be more specific, it means that male students shouldn't be beaten to death, and female students shouldn't give birth.

Unfortunately, the vocational high school Wei Xiaodong attended fell into this last category, where the teacher's status held little intimidation for him.

Enraged, he shouted, "Hit him! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!" After shouting, he reached for his bulging satchel with his right hand, where a motorcycle chain was hidden—perfect for whipping someone.

Even faster than him were his brothers from other schools; they all pulled out baseball bats, water pipes, and other weapons and rushed forward.

And then, that was it.

The teacher closed his left eye, brandished the stick in his hand, and his demeanor immediately underwent a startling change; he was more like a ruthless bandit than a teacher, and a one-eyed one at that.

They clearly numbered about ten people and had some weapons.

However, when they swung their weapons, they were often easily blocked by the stick in his hand, and then he would kick them to the ground, leaving the brothers unable to get up for a long time.

Even if you hit the other person, they seem to be completely unaffected.

Not only did they kick the person to the ground in the blink of an eye, but they also added another kick.

In a very short time, five of their brothers were kicked to the ground, and the others, wielding baseball bats and other weapons, dared not advance any further.

If you say that's nothing, then in this world you're either beating others or getting beaten up.

When that teacher—no!—the serial killer, walked towards him, Wei Xiaodong was terrified.

He sensed a legendary killing intent emanating from the other person, believing that the other person would smash his skull open and kill him completely at any moment.

Because he admired the most and planned to follow a powerful figure in society after graduation.

Having been in and out several times, and having worked on a sewing machine for over a decade, Zhu Laoda, who was said to have taken several lives, possessed less of this man's murderous aura.

So how many lives has this guy taken? What else could he be but a serial killer? How did he even get into the ranks of teachers?
Faced with death, Wei Xiaodong, overwhelmed with fear, desperately wanted to return to the quiet and peaceful campus. He wanted to study hard, learn a skill, and become a good chef in the future…

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Wei Xiaodong's feeling was right! Old Ma was indeed planning to smash his head open, smashing it until his brains splattered everywhere.

To be fair, when he first started making his move, he still had some sense of reason. He knew that it was enough to just kick those kids down, and to aim for places that weren't fatal and that they could get up after lying down for a while.

However, after taking down five people, he also took two hits himself, and the pain made him completely lose his temper.

I felt like I was back on the fierce battlefield in Pingding County. The little blond guy in front of me had become a vicious Japanese soldier, one of those people who needed to be killed completely.

Fortunately, he managed to bring the stick down hard.

Upon seeing Wei Xiaodong's face, which had turned completely pale with fear, he suddenly realized: he had indeed seen this face somewhere before. Wasn't this his bodyguard, Xiao Huo?
It was just that the other person had such exaggerated blond hair that I didn't recognize them at first.

So, in this wonderful era that they never dared to dream of before, the other party has a brand new identity and life, but they are a bit unruly and have gone astray.

It's okay! In this fast-paced era, it's inevitable that young people will make mistakes.

As long as no major mistakes are made, it's fine to correct them.

This realization instantly brought Old Ma to his senses; he quickly exerted force, causing the stick he had just thrown to deflect and miss the boy's head.

After surviving the ordeal, Wei Xiaodong burst into tears.

At seventeen or eighteen years old, one is still considered a child in the modern world.

After that, Wei Xiaodong cried even harder because Old Ma was slapping the back of his head repeatedly while cursing:

"You're not going to learn anything good, are you? Trying to act like a tough guy like me, huh..."

“Tell me your school, class, name, home address, and phone number. If you lie, I’ll beat you to death today…”

"Vocational high school? Culinary arts major, and you'll be doing your internship next semester, so why are you even out here..."

"Shut up, cut off this blond hair later, take a selfie and send it to me..."

"From now on, you'd better go to class every day and send me your homework to check; if you behave well, I'll introduce you to a deadbeat guy during summer vacation, his cooking skills are unparalleled..."

During this process, the other members of society and the three mischievous students in Lao Ma's class stood quietly with their hands folded, as obedient as quails.

Finally, around 8 p.m., Lao Ma, who was about to go to sleep, received a picture. It showed Wei Xiaodong with a buzz cut, looking somewhat naive and foolish, but much more pleasing to the eye.

He was relieved by this, thinking that there was still hope for the kid. After all, even that good-for-nothing Hu Biao had reportedly been lying low and giving up for a while.

Then a huge sense of lingering fear arose: the team really needed to take post-traumatic stress disorder seriously...

(End of this chapter)