Gong Xuelin couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to poke all the pens in the pen holder into his hateful mouth, shouting: "The dance party has been talked about, why are you still keeping it? Get out quickly!"

Liao Xuebing used the word shamelessness to the greatest extent since human evolution, and said with a sarcastic smile: "I wonder if Miss Xuelin is free tonight. I know there is a coffee shop with a very good atmosphere..."

Gong Xuelin is old, and she is actually teased by a young man like this. The more she thinks about it, the more she dislikes Liao Xuebing's behavior. This guy is arrogant at first and respectful at the end, betrays his personality for a little profit, and he even speaks nonsense. He is so angry that he can't bear it and says angrily: "Get out! Get out of here! You are not welcome!"

"Haha, since Miss Xuelin has no time, I won't disturb you." After playing tricks on Master Mie Jue, he went out proudly.

Gong Xuelin still couldn't calm down her breath and thought to herself: "If his tone could be more sincere, she would be considered a great young man."

...

The sunshine is getting less and less, and the weather is getting colder and darker. Liao Xuebing is sleeping in a daze in the warm bed and doesn't want to get up at all. He has severe insomnia and neurasthenia. He is obviously very sleepy when he sleeps, but he just can't sleep. He lay on the bed toss and turns, thinking about it all, and he doesn't force himself to fall asleep until the second half of the night. If there is a little movement on the way, he will suddenly wake up. The whole process is full of nightmares and sleeping very depressingly.

"Forget it, I'd better go to class. I don't know if that kid Qiu Daqi was scared to death."

When I drove past the school gate, I saw Qiu Daqi still patrolling back and forth with his hands behind his back, with great majesty. His face was covered with black air, his eyes were as fierce as an eagle, and his expression was like a beast that was chosen to devour people. The students saw him from afar, and none of them did not take a detour.

"Mongol Army!" Qiu Daqi suddenly said with a thunder in his tongue and shouted in the plain, "Come here!"

The Meng Jun, who was leisurely and leisurely, was hiding a yellow comic in his arms. He had just passed through the school gate and saw Qiu Daqi eyeing him. What's so good? He immediately ran away.

"What are you running?" A bolt from Qiu Daqi's throat burst out from his blue, and he twisted his fat body and chased him.

Meng Jun threw away the cigarette butts and put the bad reading materials under his armpits in his clothes. Shi Shiran stopped and smiled and said, "Director Qiu, what advice should I give you? Have you had breakfast? Why don't I invite you to Huangtaoji for black bone chicken soup and clear water mutton?"

Qiu Daqi walked over with the instruction stick, with a fierce momentum. His eyes were staring like a copper bell. I don’t know how many students thought that the Mongolian army was about to suffer an accident. "I have said it many times, no smoking is allowed! Do you think you have to die of tuberculosis? You children don’t know how to cherish your bodies, and you will regret it when you grow up in the future."

Meng Jun was also a veteran, and he laughed and said, "Smoking? Who smoked? Who is so undisciplined? Director Qiu, I am a good student who is studious and motivated, and I never do such unethical things."

Qiu Daqi sighed, "Is it still a man who doesn't admit anything you have done? I don't know how that guy Liao Xuebing educates you, you must learn to do it." He stretched out his hand to Mengjun.

The students around couldn't help but shudder, and the Mongolian army would definitely die ugly.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Daqi grabbed the collar that was tilted inside and straightened it, and said, "I won't make things difficult for you this time. Remember to pay attention next time, you are still young, it's not the time to smoke. Go to class quickly, otherwise you will be late."

The Mengjun was at a loss and could not believe his ears. He stood there and said, "I... I heard it right?" The Demon King of Fear is so incredible that he easily let go of the students in his hands. It is the only time in ten years. How could it make people feel that the sun came out from the west, the world began to explode, and the symbol of aliens preparing to invade the earth. It is impossible. There must be even more miserable tricks waiting! The Mengjun looked at Qiu Daqi in fear, stepped back step by step, turned around suddenly, ran faster than a rabbit, and slid for a moment.

Liao Xuebing's Chevrolet slipped over and stopped beside Qiu Daqi. He smiled and said, "The old butcher who had been for many years has discovered his conscience today. Have you changed to vegetarian food? Well, the sea of ​​suffering is endless. Turning back is the shore. Buddha will forgive you for your sins in the past."

"Liao Xuebing doesn't prepare his lessons well, so why are you talking here? The people in your class are hopeless, so I'm too lazy to pay attention to them."

Liao Xuebing thought to himself: "I was moved by my son yesterday, but now I'm still soft-hearted, but I still have to pretend to be stubborn. It's very interesting to die of Lao Qiu. However, the country is easy to change, but the temperament is difficult to change. I guess he will have to reply to the same thing in a few days."

I smiled faintly, stopped talking, and parked the car and went straight to the office.

Meng Jun walked around the classroom, but still didn't see Guan Muyun and Li Yuzhong. He thought to himself what the teacher did this time, and he couldn't even handle some small things. He hurried to the office and asked, "How are Teacher Li Yuzhong and the others?"

"Come on, don't worry, sit down first, I will talk to you slowly." Liao Xuebing poured him a glass of water, crossed his legs and said, "They were mocked by Liang Ci and were recuperating at home. It's not a big deal. The key is whether you want to avenge them now?"

Meng Jun spread his hands: "What can I do alone? Let's wait until they come back before we can agree."

"It doesn't matter, what are you afraid of if I am? Liang Ci is just a little shrimp in school. Is it your turn to Mengdaren afraid? The first section is Chinese class. After class, you can draw that guy out and we will teach him a lesson."

Meng Jun was a little angry: "If you want to fight one-on-one, no one of them is my opponent. I'm afraid that he will be too dark and you won't know when he will kill you."

"I understand. In the face of absolute power, any trick is useless."

Liao Xuebing packed the table, picked up the lecture notes, texts, student files, attendance sheets, and walked towards the classroom with Meng Jun. "The weather is very cold, I think it's going to snow this day. Is there any entertainment for you kids in winter?"

"It's not that I'm going to a nightclub to drink, go skating, and have a few girls to go to hot springs, but I usually can't make an appointment..."

Lao Liao smiled faintly: "Then which girl do you like in our class?"

"Fan...uh, no, I never like to fall in love. That thing wastes time and affects learning. It is something I hate." Meng Jun's mind was turning quickly.

"It's Fan Xueying, right? That girl is not bad, but she's a little hot, so you can't cover her, so you're afraid you won't be ashamed of saying it."

"Who said I can't cover it anymore? None of the women I like about Meng Jun can resist. Don't underestimate me too much."

The bell rang, and there were not many students in the corridor, and only other classes liked to play cool and were lying on the railings to smoke. The ones were smoking "Exquisite Virginia". They closed their eyes and looked comfortable. I don't know if he could experience the smell of cigarettes at a young age.

"Student, I'll wipe out the cigarette," said Liao Xuebing.

The student was reluctant and originally planned to retort, but when he saw the fierce Mongolian army behind Lao Liao, he had to press it off on the railing, and snorted, saying, "What are you doing? Be careful not to have an asshole for having a child in the future."

Meng Jun rolled up his sleeves to teach the boy who was ignorant of the world, but Lao Liao stopped him: "It is a good thing to be arrogant in personality, but they will understand it in the future."

When I opened the door, the classroom was very warm, and many students were so idle that they lay on the desk and dozed off. Ye Yuhu and others were still discussing mental illness.

Xia Wei wore a ridiculous large cotton rosy, gray, old and fat, and had different patches of fabric at the joints of his elbows, as if the landlord's long-time worker jumped out of the TV and accepted the baptism of the students' unscrupulous eyes with helpless expressions. His father did his best to perform Mo Laowu's words thoroughly.

Zhou An only rests for seven hours a day. He practices etiquette in class, body shape and dance. He is already exhausted, and his eyes are as dark as pandas. Teacher Liao dares not sleep in class, so he has to endure it.

Ding Liujing read a book with relish and saw Teacher Liao coming, she hurriedly put it into the drawer.

Liao Xuebing did not write down the content of this class on the blackboard as usual, so he picked up the book and started the lecture. He supported his hands on the podium and said with a smile: "Today I have something to announce, that is, re-electing class cadres. Do you have any opinions?"

It was like an atomic bomb was about to drop, and all the students stopped talking. Cui Zheng shouted: "It's too boring to waste time to re-elect class cadres. Most of the semester has passed, what else can I choose?" He was the class monitor, and he was most afraid of Teacher Liao's dictatorship, so he kicked himself away. Then, he naturally lost his prestige and had no hope of pursuing An Chunchun.

"At the meeting of all class teachers yesterday, the board of directors once again emphasized the importance of discipline. It is not possible to maintain the class without good class cadres. This re-election is completely democratic, and all students vote. Whoever has the highest votes will be elected. I guarantee that there will be no black box operation."

Cui Zheng's face eased again. He originally thought that Lao Liao would decide the appointment of the class cadres in one sentence, and that would definitely not be his own. Since he wanted democracy, hehe, with my ability, it would be as simple as taking a ticket with me, Cui Zheng, to easily get a whole ticket, but in this way, he would have to spend a lot of money. The game console he just liked had to wait for the pocket money to arrive next month.
Chapter completed!