However, Dong Yan's thin lips slightly raised, and what he said was completely different: "Because you are my boss."
Yan Xiaoyu: "......"
With a hint of fire in his eyes, Yan Xiaoyu looked at him fiercely: "How much did you charge Li Yibo?"
"Ah?" Dong Yan didn't respond, "Why do you need to charge money?"
Is it possible that if I give you a massage, it’s still a free service? This is such a shame for this industry. Charging students to pay to help beat teachers is already a very low price, isn’t it? But you still charge money? Where has the professional ethics been thrown?
Already?
Frowning, Yan Xiaoyu said, "How can you beat the teacher without charging money?"
After saying this, he realized that something was wrong, shook his head and said again: "That's not what I meant. What I meant is, how can you hit someone without charging money? As for the teacher, even if he gives you one million, he can't do it.
Because they are engineers of the human soul and control China's economic lifeline."
"Brother Yu, how much money can you make as a teacher?" A familiar boy next to him immediately grasped the key point.
The corners of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitched and he realized that he had said the wrong thing, but due to his personality, he would not admit his mistakes easily, so he continued to argue: "Okay, this sentence may seem a bit awkward, but it definitely makes sense. Think about it,
What do you care about most as a person? What you care about most is your own children. However, the person whose children come into contact with the most every day is the teacher. If every teacher carries out a series of abuses such as beating and corporal punishment on his students, what will happen to those children?
If the children are in a bad mood, the parents will be in a bad mood. If the parents are in a bad mood, they will be distracted from work. Being distracted from work will lead to a series of economic losses. If every employee in China
If all these losses are caused, then China is doomed, so teachers, a fragile but tenacious group, control China's economic lifeline."
Talking about facial color changes in small words.
The younger brother clapped his hands vigorously and seemed to see Teacher Cang appearing in front of him: "Brother Yu is brilliant!"
Yan Xiaoyu: "..."
After a pause, he remembered the question he wanted to ask Dong Yan: "Why don't you take his money?"
"Because he is my eldest nephew." After Dong Yan spoke, he could clearly see the corners of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitching slightly.
"Okay." Yan Xiaoyu shrugged but spoke again: "In our line of work, we must keep a clear distinction between public and private matters. Even your closest relatives cannot be discounted casually, let alone free. Do you understand? And you cannot hit teachers, you know?"
Not even a black teacher!"
A black line crossed Dong Yan's head and he suddenly realized that the boss in front of him was a bit like Tang Monk. No wonder Wu Kong was Wukong. Damn it, it all makes sense!
"Thank you, brother Yu." Dong Yan forced a smile and saw that Yan Xiaoyu's expression softened before he dared to speak.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around and wanted to get in the car to rest for a while but suddenly turned around again, startling Dong Yan: "...By the way, don't tell Li Yibo my identity, just
They say that my bones are so strange that I am astonished by the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, Sunflower Acupuncture Hands, and a series of other kung fu techniques that have reached the level of perfection. Not to mention a dozen or even a hundred people can't hurt me!"
Dong Yan was very sensible and did not ask why. It was indeed a bit strange that an ordinary teacher from a prestigious school was a gang member, but he was not curious. After all, the saying curiosity killed the cat did not apply.
Leaning lazily against the car window, Yan Xiaoyu half-squinted her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, fragile but trembling slightly.
Wu Kong sat next to him and his voice was a little uneasy: "Brother Yu...are you angry with me?"
Yan Xiaoyu opened his half-closed eyes. The pure black pupils seemed to have no movement at all, but they were filled with water-like softness: "No, why do you think so?"
"After all, Dong Yan is the one I recruited." Wu Kong smiled bitterly.
"It's nothing. I was really angry at first, but thinking about it, there's nothing wrong with you, and there's no explicit rule in the gang that you can't step on the teacher."
As he was talking, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly laughed shamefully.
Wu Kong naturally caught his somewhat nervous smile: "Why are you smiling?"
"How many of the gang members didn't hate their teachers when they were young?" Yan Xiaoyu said in a stubborn tone.
Wu Kong: "......"
In fact, I want to kill him in my dreams! Wu Kong complained and couldn't help but think of his elementary school teacher.
What I remember most clearly is a composition "Twenty Years Later" in the second grade. At that time, Wu Kong spent one night writing furiously and read it loudly to the class the next day:
"Twenty years later, on a sunny and pouring afternoon, I took my biological son You for a walk in the sky in a Boeing 747 (Oh my god, technology will be so advanced twenty years later!). At this time I
I suddenly discovered a moving point on the ground (Oh my god, do you think your eyes are infrared and have night vision devices?), so I quickly took out the microscope and looked down through the clouds (Oh my god, did you think your eyes were infrared and were wearing night vision goggles?)
Do you think that moving spot is a bacteria?): It was an old man with a dim face, sunken eyes, a staggering walk, and ragged clothes. It seemed that he had not eaten for many days, and his lips were trembling slightly. (I’m sorry.
It's too meticulous. Is your microscope Shenma brand? Is it Liby?) Sympathy suddenly overflowed. I parked the Boeing 747 at the corner of the street and rushed to him with my son like flying.
My son was just as excited as I was, so he casually took out a watch worth 1000000000 billion US dollars and threw it in front of the old man's face. He said noblely and coolly: "This is for you." (I said I can no longer complain.) Yes, now I have
He is the super CEO who controls the economic lifeline of the universe!
"...Thank you." The old voice sounded, and I was suddenly startled. I was so surprised that the voice was so similar to Teacher Huang from my elementary school?
"Are you Teacher Huang?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes." The old man in front of me sighed leisurely, but I was a little busy after thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Oh, hehe, this is the end of being a teacher!"
It was this essay that made me stand outside the classroom for two whole days! Wu Kong's face became a little gloomy but he had a helpless rush. How many decades will it take for me to realize my dream of twenty years?
Yan Xiaoyu, who had already closed his eyes and started to doze off, was naturally unaware of Wu Kong's series of psychological activities.
When she woke up, the van stopped right in front of her house. Yan Xiaoyu smiled at Wu Kong and got out of the car.
The next day when I walked to the school gate, a Mercedes-Benz suddenly drove past me. Its wheels ran over a puddle, and the water splashed all over Yan Xiaoyu's body without any surprise.
Watching the jeans on his body turn from light blue to dark blue, Yan Xiaoyu's face changed slightly without any surprise, and his sharp chin was full of cold colors.
However, the Mercedes-Benz stopped beside him, and then the door was opened.
"Teacher Yan, hello." Li Yibo, who was wearing a school uniform and with his hair dyed red, looked at Yan Xiaoyu and spoke calmly, with a hint of cunning and smile in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaoyu was not angry when she saw him. Instead, she put on a soft smile. There seemed to be some bright light shining in her beautiful watery eyes, but it was a little dull due to the reflection of the sunlight.
Qing: "Hello."
After saying this, he turned around and left without stopping.
However, at this moment, Li Yibo said leisurely behind him: "Teacher Yan seems to be in a bad mood! Could it be that something happened?"
The voice is full of temptation, but he is a child after all, and he cannot calm down at all...
As expected, it is true that no one can do anything wrong.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, but his eyes were still as calm as water. He did not turn around but stopped: "I met a few ants when I went home yesterday. I obviously converted to Buddhism and did not want to kill, but they followed me closely.
Well, next time I think even if Tathagata Buddha is in front of me, I will trample them to death because I hate trouble."
The next few words were spoken almost word for word, and the soft voice added a touch of coldness and cruelty, but was also full of calmness.
This was an obvious pun. Li Yibo's face suddenly turned pale, and his tightly clenched fists that were still trembling showed his anger. Damn it, this person is really annoying. From the first
I hated it the first time I saw it!
Dazzling but making people unable to help but get closer, his words are always so mean and his smile is always so dazzling...
After the first period of get out of class, Li Yibo walked to the door of Class 7, Grade 8 with a lunch box in hand. He had a gentle smile on his face, which could almost instantly attract the attention of the girls around him.
With a smile still hanging on his face, he looked at a girl who spoke in a particularly soft voice: "Senior sister, can you help me deliver a love lunch?"
With an unruly appearance and a gentle voice, the girl’s eyes almost burst out with pink bubbles when she looked at the junior student in front of her. I wonder which woman is lucky enough to be favored by this beautiful boy. The love bento is so impressive.
How cute is that?
The senior sister looked at Li Yibo with pink bubbles in her eyes and said, "Handsome boy, which girl do you want to give it to?"
An evil smile appeared at the corner of Li Yibo's mouth, but a golden light flashed in his eyes: "Please help me give it to your physical education teacher Yan Xiaoyu, please? But..."
His eyes became dim again, and his voice was choked with sobs: "But please don't tell him that this lunch box is from me, okay? Because I'm afraid that he won't accept it. But you must help me deliver my love.
Senior!"
An ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. After saying this, Li Yibo turned around, but his smile instantly became bloodthirsty. He said in a low voice, you are really dead this time!
If a teacher showed his bestiality towards students in school, it would be very interesting to think about it...