Jin Yiren pushed the thing in his hand in front of Yan Xiaoyu in an especially domineering manner, but the smile on his face was replaced by a solemn expression, and his tone became steady, full of unquestionable pressure: "Now your mission
Just go to Lixin Middle School and be an excellent people’s teacher!”
"!!!" Yan Xiaoyu's chin almost dropped to the ground. He stared at the top boss across from him in stunned silence. He resisted the urge to rush in front of him and test his body temperature to see if he had a fever. His fingers felt a little
Yan Xiaoyu tremblingly picked up the things on the table, his whole body turned to stone in the wind.
I saw the words "Teacher Qualification Certificate" written on the small book that looked like a certificate, and a photo of Yan Xiaoyu was posted on the first page.
Yan Xiaoyu was really surprised that a gang member became a people's teacher. After all, he had never thought about other certificates besides marriage certificates and ID cards, let alone a teacher's qualification certificate that could bring him
A proven job!
With it, it means that even if Yan Xiaoyu is fired, he can still find a better school to be a teacher. After all, in this highly competitive society, this is also a relatively good job.
Although Yan Xiaoyu thought less, it didn't mean that he was stupid. After a while, he realized that this matter was not that simple.
So he gave a playful smile, and his beautiful eyes blinked with a different kind of charm: "Boss, don't tell me that you want to whitewash the industry, and at the same time give us juniors a legitimate identity.
.”
Old God Jin Yiren shook his index finger thoughtfully, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, your task is important this time."
Yan Xiaoyu did not speak, a faint smile appeared on his face, with a somewhat understated expression, but in fact he was in a good mood now. As long as he could keep his job, not to mention the huge task, even if he was asked to save the earth and transform
He will also try his best, Aotuman!
Seeing that Yan Xiaoyu didn't speak, Jin Yiren continued to say slowly: "This time I asked you to go undercover to Lixin Middle School. Actually, the main reason is to ask you to protect one person."
Yan Xiaoyu nodded obediently, but she didn't expect that she still had this function!
"The person you want to protect is my son Jin Shaoyang. From now on, you are fully responsible for his safety. In order for you to better protect him, you must go undercover and become a teacher." Jin Yiren expressed his thoughts, but
He looked at Yan Xiaoyu, seemingly asking him to express what he meant.
Yan Xiaoyu frowned slightly. After all, he worked from kindergarten to graduating from high school. His skills were definitely good, but the focus was on being a teacher. You must know that he had never failed a single subject from childhood to college and was ranked last every time. In Lixin Middle School
It is also a key high school, and the students there are either rich or noble, and they will definitely become pillars of talent after graduation.
Which subject should I, a gangster, teach? How should I teach it? Should I teach those students how to pick up girls, drink and cause trouble? This is the crux of the problem. Yan Xiaoyu has never been a person who likes to make things difficult for him, so he thought
Then he raised his own question: "Boss, I am a poor student who graduated from a third-rate high school and failed to pass the junior college entrance examination. What can I teach?"
Jin Yiren smiled slightly and tapped his fingers on the table regularly, obviously already confident: "Sports."
"But... but sports also require common sense! I don't know anything, boss." Yan Xiaoyu said helplessly.
However, Jin Yiren waved his hand impatiently: "As long as the physical education teacher knows how to fight, that's enough! I'll report to Class 7, Grade 2, in the afternoon."
After saying this, Jin Yiren turned around and left the office, leaving Yan Xiaoyu alone and full of confidence.
Just when he stood up and was about to leave, Jin Yiren turned back again. He stood at the door and warned Yan Xiao seriously: "Remember, don't let him find out that you were sent by me to protect him. After all, that's it."
The child doesn’t want me to have too much control. So don’t help me in the near future.”
Yan Xiaoyu nodded helplessly and refused to return to the gang. This also meant that he had to return to school life. Although his identity had changed, God knew that the one place he hated most in the world was school. As long as he
If he stays in school for a second longer, he will feel like many more cells have died.
But no matter how much he is reluctant, Yan Xiaoyu still has to start his teaching journey. He is the boss, right? How can he disobey his words?
It just so happened that today was September 1st. The school had just started. After registering, it was already the time for the first class in the afternoon. Yan Xiaoyu walked aimlessly downstairs from the principal's office. I have to say that the aura on his body was...
It's really harmonious with a place like school.
This is exactly why Jin Yiren gave him this task. Generally, people who have been in gangs for a long time will be infected with a social atmosphere, not because of their skills, but because of the murderous aura and cruelty in them, but
Yan Xiaoyu just has a bookish air and looks very docile. If such a person is allowed to be a teacher, Jin Shaoyang will not be too suspicious.
"Hurry up, get your protection money, you are the only one left!" When he walked to the corner of the second floor, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly heard such a sentence.
As a qualified gang member, hearing such a familiar sentence in a sacred and solemn place like school, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly felt like tears filled his eyes, as if he was meeting a fellow villager.
So he stopped and walked in the direction of the sound. In the corner on the second floor, two tall boys were threatening a thin male student with glasses.
"Brother, who are you doing?" He whistled, and Yan Xiaoyu appeared calmly behind the three of them.
The boy who just asked the thin student for protection money was obviously startled when he saw Yan Xiaoyu, and then asked: "The new one?"
Yan Xiaoyu nodded, but silently added in her heart: New teacher.
Although Yan Xiaoyu was already in his twenties, his face that was more delicate than a woman's obviously gave him an advantage in age, so the boy naturally regarded him as a student.
September 1st happens to be the first day of school for the second and third graders of high school. Since the first-year students just completed military training last week, they have a day off today and will officially start classes on September 2nd.
The boy who collected the protection money was called Li Su, and he was quite powerful in the school. He knew all the old students, so he naturally regarded Yan Xiaoyu as the new transfer student.
"What class are you in?" Han Yingjie, a boy with Li Su, asked Yan Xiaoyu.
Yan Xiaoyu scratched his hair, and after a while he remembered: "Grade 2, Class 7."