The way of teacher has long been forgotten by us.

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Moving is the first theme of Mr. Yan’s life recently.

Since the last incident made several big holes in the hotel where Mr. Yan stayed, even though the hotel owner dared not say anything, the police who came to visit the door every now and then were very annoying. What's more, the reason for the last attack was that he exposed his location, so it was not advisable to delay the moving matter.

Book disaster, Red Shield, New Qikill Group... No matter which one is hidden, they are now gone, but they always want to get rid of Mr. Yan, a thorn in his side.

"So, good things cannot be done!" Mr. Yan complained, looking back at Wenya who was pulling five suitcases behind him.

"Do you have anyone?" Wenya hugged the astonishing amount of luggage, cursing as she walked: "Why are you embarrassed to see a weak woman like me bringing so many things, but she doesn't have the top priority?"

"Human nature? To you?" Mr. Yan used two rhetorical questions with his nose, then turned his head and continued to walk forward.

If it were someone else, after knowing what was in Wenya's box, he would definitely run up to help without hesitation.

The five boxes that are so bulging that they can be filled with bundles of US dollars, euros, and RMB!

This money is all part of Wen Ya’s savings. Of course, there are still some days when you make “pocket money” with Mr. Yan behind his back.

"You are such a troublesome person." The gentleman said angrily: "Why must you bring so much cash around you? Don't you have bank accounts in several different countries?"

"Bank things are unreliable." Wenya was so tired that she sweated profusely, but she smiled brightly: "We have to leave some cash, right?"

Beside you? The weight is almost getting fit, right? Mr. Yan shook his head helplessly and did not express his thoughts.

He now has such troublesome things to worry about when looking for hotels. He really has no intention of making fun of Wen Ya anymore.

Although this hotel is available everywhere, there are not so many places like "Shuxin Hotel" that are well-known in the time, place and people.

First, Mr. Yan's hotel must be close to Dr. Li's hospital, because most of his low-cost life income is related to the convenience this hospital can provide.

Secondly, it must be close to the "night sunshine" bar. Going to drink during the day, and the heartless little Du is one of Mr. Yan's few entertainments, and he doesn't want to lose it.

Finally, there must be a high-end bathhouse or club near Mr. Yan's residence, because Mr. Yan will have some "physiological" needs from time to time, and these places can provide very good and safe "cathing channels".

These three points and one combination, except for the Shuxin Hotel, the hotel where you can meet all requirements is...

...

...

No.

No hotel can fully meet Mr. Yan's requirements.

Therefore, he could only walk around one hotel after another with his exhausted and elegant manners.

"Why don't we just rent an apartment?" Wenya couldn't help but interrupt, "We have been wandering around this area for a lot of time."

"Apartment?" Mr. Yan frowned and asked, "What should we do if we are hungry? Are you cooking? Where are the rooms? Do you clean?"

...For a moment, both of them fell into silence.

Let Master Yan Zhu do housework? You might as well kill them.

"In other words, we have to hire an aunt (nanny)." Wenya suggested.

"Which nanny can bear our rest time?" Mr. Yan rejected.

The two of Yanwen now have a bit of the taste of newlywed couple discussing trivial matters in family life.

The two of them were discussing and wandering on the main road. They had already reached dinner time in a blink of an eye. They shouted with a gentle belly, interrupting the long and constructive conversation between them.

"You don't have any former clients who are very good at housework?" Wenya rubbed her stomach and made her final struggle: "Just know how to cook."

"Do you think I will have a former client who can cook and not hate me?" Mr. Yan was about to refute, but a light of inspiration passed through his mind.

Without such a former customer, wouldn’t it be better to create one?

At this moment, a tempting aroma of vegetables drifted out from the house not far away.

"Guru"

Smelling the scent of the food, Mr. Yan's stomach also started to scream.

The two of them pressed their hands on their stomachs and looked at each other in a flash, then suddenly laughed.

It seems that their ideas coincide.

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In the evening, it is time for school.

When you get off work, a few children laughing with their backpacks running over in front of you, and your mood will unconsciously relax.

However, when you have to face these children every day, you will feel very troubled.

This is a strange era. More and more young people are unemployed as soon as they graduate, but more and more children have been riding in car to school since childhood.

Teacher Shi is a teacher in a famous private high school, and he feels more obvious about such changes.

When he was young, his teacher could scold you with a ruler. But now he has become a teacher, but he has to be muffled to these ancestors and motivated the students. The next day, parents pointed at their noses and scolded them. There were even special investment schools to build a parent who wanted to drive away a teacher who didn't like. The most annoying thing

It's really done.

Teacher Shi felt a little discouraged. The profession he is now engaged in is not so much about teaching and educating people, but rather about doing business. When students' parents become clients, students become teachers' gods.

What is it good to be a teacher for life? It is good to be a teacher now and not to rub those ancestors who cause trouble.

When days pass by for a long time, any young and energetic teacher will eventually become like Teacher Shi, clock in at work, open a storytelling book, assign homework, and leave after get off work.

This is not the greatest profession under the blue sky at all, it is just a kind of life.

We have long thrown the minimum respect we should have to the deepest part of our memory.

On this day, Teacher Shi gave a few children who were still learning to do more than half an hour of after-class tutoring, and then pushed their bicycles off work and was awarded the title of senior teacher for so many years. Teacher Shi did not have the money to buy a car, but firstly, his home is not far from the school, but every time he got stuck outside after school, he rode his bicycle three or four times back and forth, and the Mercedes-Benz might not be able to pass an intersection.

After riding a bicycle around the corner, Teacher Shi suddenly found several children wearing their school uniforms, meeting each other in the corner and not knowing what they were doing.

Teacher Shi was a little surprised, so he got closer. Then he found two men and one female and three students standing on the ground, desperately kicking a boy who was one size smaller than them.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stay tuned!" Teacher Shi's spirit of being a role model suddenly surged into his heart, and he shouted angrily: "Which class is from you?"

"It's nothing to do with you, it's stinky..." The girl in the three groups who drew eight colors of his ten fingers turned around and was about to curse, but recognized the director of the teaching department of his school and quickly poked the two men beside him. The three of them stopped and then stopped drinking without caring about Teacher Shi.

Mr. Shi threw the bicycle aside and quickly went over and helped the boy covered in shoe prints.

"How is it? Are you hurt?" Teacher Shi said to the boy while patting the ashes on the boy's body: "It's so unreasonable! Tell the teacher, how many classes are these, the teacher must not spare them easily!"

No matter who your parents are, it is impossible for school to deal with things like beating your classmates in the street! After swallowing your anger for so many years, Teacher Shi was so angry this time.

"It's so boring." The boy pushed away Teacher Shi's hand and spit out these three words expressionlessly.

Teacher Shi was stunned and looked up and down, seeing that the children were not hurting their feet. Why did they seem to be hurt at all? Didn’t they be kicked in the brain?

The boy was very thin and didn't look smart. He looked ahead with his eyes blankly, and was still repeating the sentence: "It's so boring."

Just when Mr. Shi was confused, a wild cat with yellow hair and brown spots suddenly rushed out from the side and climbed onto the boy's shoulders very consciously.

Teacher Shi frowned. Just as he was about to reach out to drive away the wild cat, he suddenly felt a dizzy moment. Then when he woke up again, the boy and the cat were gone.

"Huh? What am I doing here?" Teacher Shi looked at his watch in confusion, then helped up the bicycle, as if he had never given birth to anything, and continued to ride home.

The boy stood on the other side of the intersection, watched the teacher forget everything, and turned around in his arms with the yellow cat.

Behind him, there was a man wearing a black robe, a man with a long body, a long face and a long hands.

"How is it? How does it feel?" the man said, stretching out his terrifying finger and gently patting the shoe prints on the boy's collar.

"It's so boring." The boy raised his head expressionlessly and said, "It doesn't hurt at all."

The long-handed man received an expected reply and nodded with satisfaction.

Suddenly, the cat caught by a boy suddenly spoke and said in a genuine Beijing-style Mandarin: "It seems that you can act tonight."

"Don't you don't like talking to humans?" The long-handed man snorted, not seeming to like this cat who speaks humans.

"Are you a human being?" asked back.

“…It’s right, then that’s it.

"After saying that, the man pulled up the black hood on his robe and put it on his head, and then continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen this person or a cat.

"Hey," the yellow cat raised his head and asked the boy without hesitation: "It should be a full moon tonight, right?"

The boy ignored it and just looked at his palm and stood silently.

"So, I hate people." The yellow cat pawed the boy's arm with dissatisfaction, then jumped down, jumped over the wall, and disappeared from the boy's vision.

The boy looked at the three scratches on the forearm and still didn't feel any pain.

After a while, the three blood marks became shallower and completely disappeared in a few seconds, and the skin on his arm was as intact as before.

The boy stood still until the night fell.

That night, the bright moon was just in the sky.

That night, the wolf howled and captured the soul.

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The most beloved betting series: Who are the long-handed man and the little yellow cat?

The latter seems to be a little less suspense...
Chapter completed!