"Make up randomly, it must be the gunman bought by Yintian Company. Murong Bingyu couldn't act well at all. Finally, she said, 'I have never seen him again', so fake, so stiff! Especially one of the tremoloes is not like a sad crying voice, but like an old hen strangled by someone's neck." Liao Youning made a vicious criticism, but when facing Liao Xuebing, she became infinitely gentle, gently shrewd the heat from the spoon, stretched over, and smiled Qianxi: "Brother, is the lotus seed soup delicious? I will also shoot a movie with you after the New Year? It must be much more exciting than "Maple Bridge"." After a while, I wanted to ask him what the reason was that the wound was cut by a sharp blade on his body, and he forgot.

When Liao Xuebing thought of the crazy students and the passionate messages on the forum, he sweated all over and shook his head and said, "I won't make a movie anymore if I beat you to death. Yintian Company is too hyped, which has accelerated the intensification of the audience's enthusiasm, and it is simply unbearable." Lao Liao pursues spiritual tranquility, but they bring endless noise. If this continues, schizophrenia and insomnia may never be cured.

"No, brother, you and Murong Bingyu are willing to act, but you are not willing to act with others? I will strangle you to death, I will strangle you to death!" Liao Youning began to act coquettishly, her voice so soft that it could make people's bones melt. She gently pinched Lao Liao's uninjured left arm, which seemed ferocious, but in fact she was actually acting coquettish.

"I can't stand it if people in their twenties still talk like this. Can't you be more normal? I don't want to make movies anymore. Let's talk about it when I get expelled from school one day."

Several people were pushing and crowding outside through the perspective glass window at the door of the ward, accompanied by a low-key dispute. Liao You raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Who?" A maid from a large manor who was accompanying him walked over and opened the door. He saw that the three young nurses outside the door, who had not yet taken off their temper suddenly saw the door open, and they still kept pushing and pulling each other without moving. They stared at each other with a nervous expression.

"What are you doing? Come in."

The three nurses lowered their heads and moved their steps one after another, and walked in timidly. They stood five meters away in front of the bed. After a moment, one of them whispered: "Mr. Liao, you are the starring Lin Qingjun of "Fengqiao". We ask you to sign an autograph, can you?"

Liao Xuebing shook his head and refused without thinking: "Why do you need an autograph? What are the benefits of my signature for you?"

The nurses obviously never thought that there would be such an unkind star. His little face turned red and said, "Because... we like you."

"Hmph, ignorant! If you like someone, do you have to get his handwriting as a memory? There are many beautiful things waiting for you in life. Don't be addicted to a boring movie, as it will make your eyes not look long-term. Literature, art, music, and sports are all very attractive." Lao Liao, as usual, puts on the style of being a teacher, and teaches the young nurses a lesson of righteousness and strictness.

Liao Youning said softly: "Okay, brother, look at how disappointed they are, just sign their names."

After signing the autograph, the nurse jumped away. Liao Xuebing said, "You see how uncomfortable this taste is, so I decided not to make movies and was disturbed all day long. It was very fresh and excited at the beginning, because after all, it was to enjoy the feeling of being admired, but I didn't like it at all."

Seeing that his brother was determined, Liao Youning turned his eyes and said, "It's better, let's make a record. At least we have to compare "Bridge of Tears"."

"Will you say that at that time, have you not seen me a patient who needs rest and rest? Look at how well-behaved Xiao Lanluo and didn't say a word next to her. She was not like you, like five hundred ducks, and the sky was almost falling."

"Dare you dare to think I'm annoyed? You're dead." Liao Youning gently tapped the cast of his right arm, and Lao Liao was indeed very cooperative and pretended to be painful, and shouted non-stop.

Xiao Lanluo felt a cold sweat in her heart. She thought to herself: "I'd better introduce a boyfriend to my aunt so that she can't torture the teacher all day long and feel disliked."

...

This time, I took a leave and took a break for four or five days. Su Lun and his family lived in another villa in the Moon God Manor. They did not meet Murong Lanluo, so there was no conflict. Lao Liao was recuperating in the hospital. Su Feihong had never met the owner of the manor. He also said that the teacher had great powers and any rich friend temporarily lent a house for them to settle down.

On the third day, Zhu Xiang tortured Ban Yaqiang, who was half dead, finally got several Swiss bank accounts and secret places where money was hidden, and received more than 30 million yuan in stolen money. The three involved forces averaged 10 million yuan per party. Then, let Nandi return the land deed to Su Lun, and Su Feihong was able to go home. As for Su Lun's 5 million yuan principal owed by Su Lun, it was naturally written off. Lao Liao was afraid that he would not make progress, so he did not say this, but just warned him to work hard within two years and try to repay the money as soon as possible.

It was not until the 10th that he returned to the campus. Liao Xuebing, who was very proud, was afraid of being ridiculed by the students. He did not remove the plaster on his hand, and hid it in his wide sleeves and did not hang it around his neck. As long as he did not move his right hand, no one could tell that the fighting genius Mu Yun was so seriously injured a few days ago.

Before he could sit in the office, the principal called him over.

It is still sweet and salivating, and the Shijia tea that has endless aftertaste is placed on the table, and a small vortex of the green liquid emerges.

The principal was very glamorous and sniffed the rose in the glass bottle—the flowers he bought every morning but never had the courage to give to Mrs. Smith—and Shi Ran said: "This time the school held an excellent teacher selection, rewards are generous and motivating. Are you interested?"

"Is this more important? If you can't get the first place, you can get the top three." Lao Liao, who is very vanity, is naturally a good teacher who pursues progress. If Lu Chengda and Dai Wan are not ranked before him, wouldn't it just make you laugh? What's more, he won the title of an excellent teacher. He doesn't have to accept the task indicators next semester. He can play whatever he wants. He can be so happy. He doesn't worry about students' homework discipline, and he runs to the grass to bask in the sun and take a nap in the sun, or go to the large balcony of the art museum to lie on a chair and read novels, and talks with female students about life and the principles of being a human being. What a comfortable life!

The principal saw Liao Xuebing's eyes eager and smiled even more happily. He opened the documents that had been sorted out a few days ago and placed them in front of him: "Look, this is the result of the No. 5 student voting. You are among the best. It's really gratifying. It's not in vain for me to cultivate you."

Liao Xuebing smiled and said, "So I have entered the ranks of the top ten candidates and prepared for the last place?"

The principal's smile dimmed in an instant, and he said sadly: "Student votes only account for 40% of the total score. Your votes are high, but the classroom discipline and the students' grades are really bad, and they are still a distance from other teachers... Alas, but don't worry, I have already thought of a solution..."

Lao Liao immediately guessed what the principal was thinking, interrupting him and said, "I understand. You have already thought of a way to get me into the top ten candidates. Is there anything I need to help with so much effort? Or, in terms of Mrs. Smith?"

The principal laughed and said, "Those who gave birth to me are parents, and those who knew me are Xiao Liao."

"I'm talking so much nonsense and evasive, so I'll have to say it long ago? I'll explain it quickly. What's the state of my wife recently? What's the progress between you?" Lao Liao took the initiative to master the scene and immediately changed it to a condescending and successful face.

"You made a promise when you first came and promised to let me go to my wife's bed within three months, but what about now? It's been four months, and you still call yourself a love saint."

"I asked you to embody the chivalrous spirit in front of Mrs. Smith. Have you ever learned it? I asked you to learn dance and Western etiquette. Have you learned it? I asked you to adapt to the situation and adjust the best way of speaking and doing things according to the other party's reaction. Have you practiced these?" Lao Liao knew that he was in the wrong, but his skills in nonsense were good, and a few words made the principal lose confidence.

The principal was quite embarrassed and smiled and said, "Some time ago, you asked for leave every few days. I thought I could not find anyone even if I studied more. Besides, I was very busy at the end of the year and couldn't get rid of myself. The most important thing is that the wife said she hadn't returned to the UK for three years and wanted to go home to visit her parents and husband during this winter vacation."

"It's a good thing to go home and have fun, what are you worried about?"

"Mrs. When she sees her husband, once the old love is ignited, she will be getting farther and farther away from me. The efforts of these years will turn into bamboo baskets to fetch water. How can you not worry about disappointment? Xiao Liao, what good way do you have to keep Mrs. Smith?"

Lao Liao rubbed his thumb and index finger and made a well-known gesture: "This requires a strong funding to pave the way. Principal, are you mentally prepared?"

"I want money again? My year-end bonus is about 200,000 yuan, and I can take it out, but you must do it. If you ask your wife to go home, I will have no hope." - As a well-known private high school principal, the year-end bonus is still very high.

Liao Xuebing made a gesture in the void and grabbed it: "I'm going to tell you that I can handle middle-aged women with just one hand. It's like weighing snails with three fingers, and it's almost certain to get it. Middle-aged women are like cabbage in the vegetable garden behind my house, picking whatever they want."

The principal took the time to watch "Fengqiao". He had a rich relationship and was not as slow as Ren Tielin. When he read the taste, he was also moved by the plot and felt sad and numb. His confidence in Lao Liao had reached a huge point and said, "Okay, then you can help me pick the cabbage of Mrs. Smith."

"Well, the school is about to have a winter vacation, and I try every means to keep her in China Overseas New Year. According to my guess, she used to stay at home alone during the New Year and didn't have the opportunity to experience the traditional Chinese New Year. In this way, Mr. Principal, your chance... Maybe you can go to bed...hehe."
Chapter completed!