017 Do you think they are the second generation of officials or Ultraman?
The corner of Lin Yuze's mouth twitched twice: "Teacher Yan... Then you see, you can't teach physical education with your legs now!"
I don't know how long it took, but Yan Xiaoyu finally said leisurely: "Principal, how about I look at it this way? I will attend other physical education classes as usual, and how about letting Wang Tong take over the class when it comes to swimming classes?"
It just so happens that Yan Xiaoyu doesn't want to teach swimming lessons, so this way he can kill two birds with one stone.
The principal obviously didn't expect Yan Xiaoyu to be so easy to deal with, and thought he was unwilling to be a physical education teacher before he made the request to come to work immediately.
Hearing what Yan Xiaoyu said, he naturally agreed: "Okay, I can still make the decision. Teacher Yan can come to work at any time."
It was only at this moment that Yan Xiaoyu showed his first smile in several days and then left the office and returned to the sports team.
Wang Tong was very surprised when he saw Yan Xiaoyu walking through the door with a cane: "Why do you still come to work when you are like this? Is it required by the school? Although you are not considered a work-related injury, you saved someone in the school after all.
Are the school authorities too cruel and inhumane to the students?"
Yan Xiaoyu smiled brightly: "I came here voluntarily."
"Why?" Wang Tong's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Yan Xiaoyu looked at him and said leisurely: "Because my balls hurt when I am idle."
Wang Tong: "..."
Wang Tong shook his head depressedly for a while: "What an idiot. It's a paid vacation anyway. If it were me, I would first find a place to travel and relax, and then play Dota for a few days!"
Yan Xiaoyu also shook his head and sighed silently in his heart: What a guy without ideals or ambitions!
When Yan Xiaoyu appeared in Class 7, Grade 2, dragging a broken leg, the students were shocked. Then a few girls who had a good impression of Yan Xiaoyu were very moved: "Teacher Yan is so dedicated."
"Yes, I feel sorry for the dedicated person, and if it weren't for him, our Young Master Jin might have died."
Hearing this, Li Su pursed his lips in disdain: "Don't talk nonsense. Young Master Jin's skills are not incomparable, but he is self-righteous and deserves to be injured."
The corners of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitched a few times and then he sneered. You, Mr. Jin, are indeed not very skilled, but you just don't know why Mao was in a daze on the road at that time!
However, at this moment, Jin Shaoyang raised his head and looked at Yan Xiaoyu, with a smile that could barely be called a smile at the corner of his mouth.
This was the first time that Yan Xiaoyu saw a smile on Jin Shaoyang's iceberg face. It was like the ice and snow melting for the first time, and his heart was filled with warmth in an instant.
Jin Shaoyang looked at him, something was shining in his pure black eyes, but they were as full of depth and mystery as a black gem.
Just a gentle smile seems to envelop the whole body with an aura that can be called warmth.
After coughing twice, she looked back and raised a smile to him, but this smile was full of provocation and a hint of helplessness.
He was helpless enough, and when he thought about wasting two years of his youth in this shabby school where birds can't lay eggs and hens can't poop for the sake of the young man in front of him, his eggs were about to break.
He shrugged his shoulders and raised his crutches above his head with a look of indignation: "Go to the playground and run laps for me... No, I said you go to the playground and run laps for the teacher!"
Regardless of whether the students below were laughing and chattering, he opened the door and limped out, his back looking particularly thin and lonely.
The students in Class 7, Grade 2, were not in good health at all. Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help but shake his head when he saw them running around in pieces.
However, at this moment, the place where Yan Xiaoyu climbed over the wall to enter the campus last time, a dozen men broke in.
The moment she heard the sound, Yan Xiaoyu turned around, only to find that those dozen men were definitely not good people, because they all held big chops more than half a meter long in their hands.
"Yang Xi, take the students into the teaching building, hurry up!" Yan Xiaoyu did not panic but gave instructions very calmly.
Yang Xi glanced at him a little worriedly, hesitated a bit, but resigned herself to Yan Xiaoyu's anxious eyes, organized the formation and led the team back to the classroom.
But obviously, the Chinese people's love for watching the excitement kept all the students in Class 2 and Class 7 of high school on campus, such as Jin Shaoyang, Li Su, Han Yingjie, and of course some female classmates who were worried about talking.
.......
Damn it, Jin Shaoyang, are you a fucking idiot? Yan Xiaoyu doesn’t know who these people are here to find, but Jin Shaoyang is likely to be their target. After all, it’s easy to tell from their looks that this is a fight.
Gang seeks revenge!
"You guys go back to the classroom, or I'll make you run in circles, believe it or not?" Yan Xiaoyu frowned slightly as she watched the men getting closer and closer.
Li Su, however, walked leisurely up to Yan Xiaoyu and looked at him condescendingly: "Humph, you're still punishing us by running laps? Are you too confident? You can't protect yourself now."
Slowly raising her eyes, Yan Xiaoyu looked at him and raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously, facing the sun but it was so dazzling and arrogant: "What? You called these people?"
"So what? Do you have any evidence? They are people who are outside the law." Li Su looked at the smile on his face and suddenly felt a little dazzling, so he made sarcastic remarks.
People who wander outside the law? The smile on Yan Xiaoyu's lips grew bigger and bigger, and she looked at him like an idiot: "Do you think they are second-generation officials or Ultraman? Don't you look down on them too much?
Did they?"
Yan Xiaoyu slowly turned around and squinted at the men rushing toward him with machetes. In fact, it was not that he had never fought one-on-ten, it was just that he had not won one-on-ten and was lame. == He clenched his fists.
Yan Xiaoyu raised his crutch, leaned forward slightly when a machete was placed on his shoulder, and swung the crutch.
He has not received any professional fighting training, so the more such people start a group fight, the easier it will be, because they have the consciousness to use any object as a weapon, and are not as picky as some professionals, such as practicing Japanese swordsmanship.
Those who practice marksmanship must carry a gun with them.
In fact, such a habit will put these people in danger. After all, no one can guarantee that the weapon will always be around. Once the weapon is lost, it is like a goshawk losing its wings or a fish losing its tail fin. It has no sense of direction and falls into a passive situation.