"The best in every industry are strong people. No matter whether it is reading, writing, literature, art, engineering, computers, commercial sales, or even digging for feces and washing toilets, as long as you do well, no one dares to ignore you. Don't always focus on fighting. Although you are strong, there will always be people who are afraid of you, but you will be defeated without fighting. That is the strongest." Lao Liao talked happily.

Li Yuzhong thought, "So, teacher, you want me to develop my expertise, right? But what if someone hit me?"

"The sky is blue and white, and the sky is bright and bright. How could someone beat you for no reason?"

“Didn’t someone hit me this afternoon?”

"Don't worry, the teacher will protect you. Actually, when I was young, I studied in a martial arts school for a few days. If your midterm exam results satisfy me, I will consider teaching you a few tricks."

"Really? Just a word is certain?"

"A word is determined." Liao Xuebing agreed and said in his heart: "It depends on the uncle's mood."

It was past five:30. I remembered that the football league draws in groups this afternoon, but was dragged by Qiu Daqi and didn't have time to command and dispatch. Then I hurried to the gymnasium. The draw was over, and most of the people left. I caught someone to ask. I realized that the second class of the second year was in Group C and there was no competition today, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

At five o'clock, the students did not receive their notification, and the main players were almost gone. Forget it, let them take a day off. They drove home with Harley Motorcycle, had a meal, and waited for the lewd journey of Jiang Feng, Song Yuhao and Yu Dinglou.

Liao Xuebing had a rare time to recall the process of becoming a teacher for more than ten days. He found that he was too simple, lacked experience, and endured the students' tricks, thinking that they would improve over time. At the same time, he was a little timid and afraid of losing the job.

To be honest, he hasn't communicated with any student yet. At his age, how can he understand the thoughts of young people without communication? As a class teacher, not only does he teach everyone a hundred points in Chinese, but he also needs to guide their hearts.

But how to guide students' hearts? Do you punch and kick them like you don't like in a speeding party? This is absolutely impossible, but he didn't regret it even if he beat Guan Muyun yesterday. He always has a bottom line.

I was thinking a lot in my mind and didn't figure out the reason. I just thought it was just to do something and love it. I would slowly explore it in practice in the future. There will always be solutions. Didn't my predecessors say that even if there is a mountain in front of me, I have to walk over it. I, Lao Liao, have lived for half my life, and half of my body buried in the soil, are I still afraid that I can't teach more than 40 young people well?

There were quarrels, beatings and scolding and the whimpering of women next door again. Could it be that Tan Ziqing was beaten by her boyfriend who was so gracious? She didn't want to pay attention to it, but thought, "After that day, she helped me in at the door of the house. It seems that she is a woman with a good personality. As a neighbor, it should be nothing to show her concern."

When I pushed the door open, I saw that it was true. The female neighbor's door was not closed. Fortunately, there was no one watching. The roar was like a burnt tweeter, which filled the corridor. The soft rice girl grabbed Tan Ziqing's hair and pressed her to the ground, cursing: "How many times have I said it! Do I know if I want to buy clothes? At least one piece of Amani can go out to see people. Where did you hide the money? Raise a little boy? I'll fuck your ancestors!"

Tan Ziqing sobbed and wanted to pull his hand away, but she pulled her hair together, and her scalp hurt so much, saying, "Let go quickly... I want to break up with you..."

"What? Do you dare to break up? Fuck you a stinky bitch!" The fist fell like raindrops. Tan Ziqing neither shouted nor begged for mercy, biting and enduring it hard.

Liao Xuebing knocked on the door panel, held his hand and leaned against the edge of the door frame, stood leisurely, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Ruanfanzai looked back and saw that the anger in his eyes slowly turned into resentment.

"This is an apartment. You have interfered with the normal life of residents. Also, you are infringing on the human rights of others. Please stop this improper behavior immediately." Liao Xuebing said while picking his nose.

"Brother Liao..." Tan Ziqing shouted, but she didn't say anything afterwards, but her eyes were full of hope for help.

"What Brother Liao! Is he the little face you raise? No wonder he insists on moving here? Humph, two dogs, men and women fucking fiery fire..." Ruanfanzi was jealous and could not remember how he was beaten that day. He roared and threatened: "Tell me quickly, how many times he fucked you, and sure enough, you were a slut at first sight."

This was extremely vulgar. Tan Ziqing was both ashamed and angry, and argued: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Liao and I are nothing at all."

Ruanfanzi pushed Tan Ziqing to the ground and wanted to rush over to teach Liao Xuebing a lesson. Finally, he was timid. Liao Xuebing took off the cigarette butt, grabbed his middle finger with his thumb, and stroked it hard. The cigarette butt went away quickly and quickly, hit Ruanfanzi's face, and a few sparks splashed out.

As soon as he touched his right face, a blister was burned. The rage of Soft Rice was completely ignited. He didn't care about the consequences, nor did he think about whether he had a chance to win, so he rushed up. It didn't take much effort to deal with such a person. Liao Xuebing easily knocked him down, beat him in front of Tan Ziqing, and kicked him down the stairs.

"Why are you interacting with such people?" Liao Xuebing asked, helping to clean up the broken bottles and cups in the living room, organize the shifted sofas and TV cabinets.

"Thank you, Brother Liao." Tan Ziqing did not answer positively and started the topic.

Liao Xuebing didn't like meddling in other people's business, and at this time he couldn't help asking: "What? Do you have any hidden secrets? Tell me, try to help me as much as possible."

"No, no, nothing..." Tan Ziqing turned her head aside, not wanting to let people see her pain and helplessness, and said in a concealment, with insincere words.

Because this kid has a slight personality split, he often doesn't focus. He originally wanted to continue to say something to comfort, but his eyes had already fallen on Tan Ziqing's slender ankle wearing only transparent plastic slippers. He couldn't help but move to his thighs wrapped in cropped pants and the underwear edge marks that appeared due to squatting: "Fortunately, it's not a traceless one, otherwise there would be so much fantasy space."

"Ah, Brother Liao, what were you talking about?"

"This... I said there is an animation called "Transformers". After watching it, you will have a lot of fantasy space and you will forget the unhappiness." Lao Liao said mischievously.

"Haha, thank you, actually, my mood is not as bad as you think." Tan Ziqing swept the floor quickly, feeling that Brother Liao was dissatisfied with these rough work and trivial matters, and said, "Brother Liao, I'll do these work, hey! Be careful, that piece of porcelain is very good, don't get the cut."

"It's okay."
Chapter completed!