Several security guards had just moved a step away, and Song Baojun slapped Han Weiwu in the face.

The sound of "pop" was loud and crisp, and the sound was really strong and concrete, just like a 3D movie that seemed to hit one's face in the ears of everyone. The feeling was particularly real. Someone shouted at that time: "Okay!"

Han Weiwu's chin tilted the side on the spot, and was dislocated by the slap in the face. His ears kept buzzing, as if his eardrum had also been damaged, and his whole body was shaking and shaking.

Song Baojun was not polite and slapped over again and said, "You are so conscienceless that you will still pay attention to you!"

When Han Weiwu was slapping the third time, two large teeth in his mouth could not bear the pressure, and flew out of his mouth, and two blood-filled arcs were drawn in the air, which caused the audience to be amazed and cheered. Han Weiwu covered his dizzy head and fell down, without any resistance. In fact, he had no ability from beginning to end.

Song Baojun stood beside his crawling body, with a cold face, holding a cigarette in his mouth and not finishing smoking. His unruly temperament was like Michael Corleon's demeanor in "The Godfather", and it was impossible not to ignore his unfair appearance. Many people took out their mobile phones to take photos and sighed: "Professor Song is so handsome."

After Song Baojun finished his coolness, he felt secretly proud and pointed at the shocked Zhang Xueyuan and said, "****, next time you will be dismembered by **!" As he said that, he grabbed Yun Qingni's hand and walked out.

Zhang Xueyuan was just speechless and couldn't say a rebuttal.

Soon after, warm applause rang out of the crowd and blocked Song Baojun's way. He asked with a red face: "Professor Song, can you ask your phone number?"

"I'm sorry, little sister, I don't have a phone number." Song Baojun actually wanted to stay, but seeing Yun Qingni's unfriendly gaze, he had to give up.

When he went out, Yun Qingni kept apologizing and said, "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry to cause trouble for you. This banquet shouldn't have come."

Song Baojun said in an old-fashioned manner: "That Mu Qiuguang doesn't seem to be a person who distinguishes right from wrong. Try to avoid contact with her in the future."

Yun Qingni didn't think anything was wrong with his tone, and repeatedly explained: "I, I just wanted to find an investment. Xiaoguang said he had introduced someone for me, so he wanted to meet him. There were some problems with the company's finances..."

"You are looking for investment, don't worry, run the company's business first, and the assets are operating well, so there will naturally be investments coming to you."

When Zuoshan Diao was waiting outside, he saw the two of them looking bad, and went forward to ask with concern: "Sister, brother-in-law, why did you come out so early?"

The eldest sister blushed by his words "Big Brother-in-law" and said angrily: "You haven't gone to drive over? Why are you asking so much?"

Zuoshan Diao snapped his fingers by himself and suddenly said, "Oh, I understand. My elder sister and brother-in-law think there are many people inside, so I want to come out and find a world of two?"

"Go and drive quickly, what nonsense!"

Grand Cherokee sent Yun Qingni home first, and then sent Song Baojun back to school.

Along the way, Zuo Shandiao asked all the time, and Song Baojun made a few perfunctory words. Zuo Shandiao finally found a trace of blood on his hand. It seemed that his experience was unusual, and he no longer asked more questions, and he secretly thought about it.

...

There was a calligraphy class the next day, and Song Baojun decided to participate and correct his ugly handwriting.

As a liberal arts student, his writing is too ugly and easy to be ridiculed. In the past, Song Baojun spent every day playing on the computer online, and was used to being confused and thought it was indifferent. He experienced big scenes everywhere these days and felt the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the rich. He had many feelings and gradually became more motivated.

To be motivated, you have to start with small things. Taibai Immortal also had the experience of "as long as you have a deep skill, you can grind an iron rod into a needle", which is the most reasonable thing, and you should lay a solid foundation.

There are many students who come to listen to calligraphy classes today, including several classes. People from the Chinese Department, Journalism Department, and Accounting Major... Generally speaking, those who work and pen in the future have elective courses. There are even a few beauties in the art school who are majoring in dance. It is said that practicing calligraphy can cultivate temperament and is conducive to dance training.

There are also two international students from South Korea, one ********* and one Nigerian international student, who all come because they admire Chinese culture.

Song Baojun came to the classroom with a brand new textbook that had not been opened yet. People were crowded with people, and there were a few empty desks in the middle, without exception, with notes of "occupying seats".

When he walked to the empty chair closest to him, just as he was about to sit down, a man next to him rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, you're blind! Haven't you seen anyone here?"

"Someone?" Song Baojun seemed to be startled, looked up and down, left and right in the chair, and asked in surprise: "Where is the person? Why can't I find him?"

"Are you really stupid or fake? Do you understand if someone has occupied this place? Go aside and find an open space in the back to stand by yourself. Everyone is really good, and you have the nerve to grab the seats you have taken."

Song Baojun found that the boy had a tough look and his energy was distracted, and he seemed not easy to mess with. No wonder so many people around him dared to sit in this seat.

He used to have nothing to do with class, and if he likes, he will run away. He hasn't attended a few classes in a semester and spent time in the dormitory all day. This was the first time he experienced the bad habit of occupying a seat in a university class.

I heard that a woman from a certain department has long regarded the first place in the second row facing east of the classroom as her private seat. Every time she finds someone sitting in that seat in class, the girl will cry and scream, hysterical until the person is willing to move out of the way.

As long as someone touches it gently on that table, the girl will stare at her and not be allowed to touch it. One day, a girl from a volleyball team sat there unintentionally, and the girl would come forward to fight with others until she was slapped by a strong volleyball girl in the face several loud slaps.

If you don’t come to the public property of the school, you can occupy this seat for dozens of hours with just a note, months or even a whole semester. Other students cannot sit for seats, causing a huge waste of resources. What’s the reason? It’s obviously unreasonable!

Song Baojun was about to argue with the boy, but someone pushed him behind him: "Classmate gets out of the way, this seat is mine."

He was a girl of medium figure, with long shawl hair, pink lip gloss on her lips, and her eyes were full of impatient: "Xiaowei, didn't you ask you to help me take up a seat? Why are there anyone here? Let him get out of here!"

The boy immediately slapped the table and said, "Little bastard, don't you get out?" The fierce light in his eyes was revealed, and he looked at Song Baojun with a cold look, holding the mineral water bottle with his right hand, looking like he was causing trouble.

"I also have a saying that I planted this tree and opened this road. If you want to sit here, stay and buy money!" Song Baojun uncovered the note and held it in his hand and tore it into two pieces.

The boy's hand was filled with mineral water bottles and directly threw them into his face and cursed: "Tear, tear you ****!"

Song Baojun was prepared for a long time, and he turned his head to avoid it. He raised his palm and grabbed the flying water bottle in the air. His posture was elegant and steady, with a famous Tai Chi style, and he had already obtained the true teachings of Sanfeng's real person.

The boy slammed the table and said, "Do you still dare to rebel?"

Such a clamor attracted the attention of the students around. The other classes didn't feel anything, but the boy from Class 1 and 2, Grade 2 of the Chinese Department's Ancient Literature Major, thought: "This kid dares to provoke Song Baojun, and seems to be impatient." Unfortunately, several people from the Otaku Brotherhood were absent from class and played games in the dormitory and failed to make the momentum.

The boy was still yelling and scolding. Song Baojun unscrewed the bottle cap and poked the mineral water bottle directly into his mouth with his backhand.

This "wahehe" brand mineral water bottle is flexible plastic, but the mouth of the bottle is relatively hard and thick. It instantly filled the boy's mouth and the liquid in the bottle was poured in.

The boy caught off guard and retracted his mouth and breathed all his mouth. As he exhale, two streams of water squirted out of his nostrils, only making his neck veins protruding and his face turned red as blood.

Song Baojun took out the mineral water bottle, and the boy couldn't help but caress his chest and coughed hard. A large pool of water flowed out of his mouth and nose, and he was in a very embarrassing state.

The crowd around laughed when they saw this. At this moment, the calligraphy tutor Qiu Yuancheng walked into the classroom, put the lecture notes and toolbox onto the podium, and said, "Everyone, calm down, now the class is started."

Everyone returned to their seats and sat down.

Even if the boy had the courage to argue in front of him, he would not dare to be a mentor. His coughing breath eased slightly, and he stared at the other party hatefully and said, "Wait, I remember you." He squeezed away the person next to him and grabbed the girl and left.

"Xiaowei, that's the seat you have for me!" The girl couldn't tell the difference.

"I don't want that seat anymore, he will suffer in the future." A man and a woman used some methods to use between Song Baojun's three or four chairs, but they actually asked someone to give up their seats for them. The two sat down arrogantly and glared at Song Baojun with a provocative look. Unfortunately, Song Baojun did not see it.

The instructor Qiu Yuancheng saw everyone slowly calm down and opened the lecture notes and said, "The semester is almost half gone. I think there are many people coming today. Let's click on a name first. Today's call will be included in the final credits."

Calling! And it also affects the credits! There was a commotion in the audience, and soon some students took out their phones and dialed them to the students who missed class and did not come to school, and they all asked each other anxiously.

Qiu Yuancheng ignored the students' reactions, looked at the handout clip and then the audience, and said, "Guo Jun."

There was silence in the audience and no one agreed. Qiu Yuancheng waited for about five seconds and said, "Ma Guodong."

It was still deserted and quiet, Qiu Yuancheng called out the names of Tan Qingkai, Long Ya, Zhou Xiang and Lu Xiuzhong in turn, but no one responded.

The semi-bare calligraphy tutor finally couldn't help but say: "What are the students in Class 1 of the Chinese Department doing? They don't even practice calligraphy when they learn Chinese. They are really lazy and can't be carved! How much will they do when they come to society in the future?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!