"You, what do you say? Who likes to lick their ass?"

"Zhou Xiaokun is a classmate, why do you have such an attitude?"

At first, everyone was bluffed by Zhou Xiaokun, and then someone began to refute it in a whisper.

"I'm sorry, I was late just now, and I was so excited to see my classmates that I forgot to apologize all of a sudden, and I'm here to say sorry to everyone. ”

These words came out of the mouth of the noble goddess Yang Liu, a little cold, but very pleasant.

"No, it's okay, goddess, it's okay if you're late!"

"That's right, it's a big deal, it's all classmates. ”

When those men saw Yang Liu actually bowing to them, the two headlights on their chests hurt their brains, and they said in confusion.

Yang Liu still had some means, she didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, but after she apologized, many classmates looked at Ye Qing with extreme impatience.

The goddesses have apologized, why don't you hurry up?

Don't apologize, even kneeling should be.

"Jinnyima is contrived. ”

Zhou Xiaokun's scolding voice was not small, and many people in the class, including Yang Liu, heard it.

After he finished scolding, he pulled Ye Qing and walked towards the old bear's farewell ceremony.

Yang Liu's face is very bad now, since her appearance has grown, few men have been so faceless.

She glanced at the gangster in the class who often bullied Zhou Xiaokun.

There was pity in his eyes, and even tears in his eyes.

The bastard's heart was excited, and his brain was full of blood.

"Dog, dare to bully my goddess!"

This little gangster counted the new hatred and old hatred of Zhou Xiaokun together, and forgot how much pressure Zhou Xiaokun put on him at that time, and stretched out his hands to stop Zhou Xiaokun and the two of them.

"Stop! Don't want to leave without giving an explanation!"

"You dare to stop me?"

Zhou Xiaokun's voice was indifferent, and the gangster's head began to sweat, and that familiar feeling came to his heart again.

shouldn't be, I often beat Zhou Xiaokun, it should be Zhou Xiaokun's shadow, why did Zhou Xiaokun become his own shadow instead?

"Give me an explanation......

As soon as he mustered up the courage to say this, he felt a black in front of his eyes, and then a tingling pain in his stomach.

What I saw in the eyes of others was that Zhou Xiaokun suddenly made a move, without dragging his feet at all.

A punch was slammed into the thug's face, and another kick was kicked in the thug's stomach, causing the thug to bend over and get up on the ground.

"Give me an explanation, hey, phew!"

Zhou Xiaokun coughed up a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, spit directly on the hair of the bent gangster, and then pulled Ye Qing away.

The scene was silent, and no one dared to stop it.

After a while, Qi Ye scolded a word of grass.

Zhou Xiaokun's style should belong to the rich second generation directly, why is he so public?

"It seems that Quint has changed this week. ”

"Yes, it's scary, I know, I guess it's a mixed society. ”

After this statement came out, it was immediately recognized by everyone.

But there are a few people who don't think so.

Because Zhou Xiaokun, this is not the state of mixed society at all.

Qi Ye thought about it for a long time before he came up with a word.

"Boss!"

The kind of publicity that is super confident, this is the exclusive term of the second generation of children.

But how could this kind of word appear to Zhou Xiaokun?

Qi Ye kept a thoughtful eye and asked the others with his mobile phone.

But Qi Ye's grade is too low, if he is worth hundreds of millions, it is estimated that he will come into contact with Zhou Xiaokun and their circle, and now he ...... No way!

......

There are quite a lot of people in Lao Xiong's mourning hall, which is also evidence of Lao Xiong's good character during his lifetime.

Zhou Xiaokun pulled Ye Qing to stand in the crowd, looking at the black and white photo of the old bear hanging in the center, a little embarrassed.

"Thank you......"

Ye Qing said these two words like a mosquito humming.

"Hi, it's fine. ”

Zhou Xiaokun would not take this kind of thing to heart in his heart, and let go of the hand holding Ye Qing.

The residual warmth in his hand was still there, but Ye Qing was stunned in his heart.

During the worship process, people came next to each other, but everything went well.

Because there were many teachers back then, Zhou Xiaokun talked a lot after recognizing it.

In fact, many teachers don't have a good impression of Zhou Xiaokun's student, but now looking at Zhou Xiaokun's temperament and demeanor, he doesn't dare to associate it with the thin and obscene student back then.

"Here, this is the graduating class of the third class of the 15th class, the last class led by the old bear. ”

"That's right, Lao Xiong hasn't led the graduating class after this class, hey, there was a genius ...... in this class back then."

These teachers are all sighing.

"Don't talk about that genius, this old bear's death may be due to that popularity. ”

"Shhh ”

These teachers were chatting beside Zhou Xiaokun, and those students in the third class were now wearing white flowers on their chests, bowing to Lao Xiong's posthumous photo.

Many students in the class glanced at Zhou Xiaokun with complicated eyes.

"The students of the third class of grade 15 mourn Teacher Xiong deeply and wish Teacher Xiong all the best!"

Mao Hua came out alone, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Take a bow!"

"Two bows!"

"Three bows!"

After bowing, the students of Class 3 did not leave.

"Although Mr. Xiong is gone, but the earnest teaching is still in my ears, and the sound and smile are worthy of our nostalgia. ”

Qi Ye will stand out from the first row.

"I miss my beloved teacher ...... deeply"

Qi Ye spoke freely for about five minutes, nostalgic for the bits and pieces that he was taught by Lao Xiong back then, Lao Xiong really didn't have anything to say, his speech made many people's eyes red.

Qi Ye This is the first one, and the so-called people in the class such as Yang Liu, Ma Xiaoling, and Mao Hua all have a memorial draft.

Lao Xiong's wife couldn't open her eyes when she heard these eulogies.

The teachers who came to the funeral couldn't help but nod.

"The students of the third class have a heart, the peach and plum are all over the world, and everyone has a heart, which is also the wish of Lao Xiong back then. ”

"Don't just have a heart, the organizers of their class this time are very powerful, calm and unhurried, and handle it properly, especially when you look at these people who read the memorial speech, they all look like Jackie Chan and Phoenix. ”

"Yes, what is the name of this organizer Mao Hua, I still have an impression back then. ”

The discussions of these teachers in the school were almost word for word, and it spread to Mao Hua and the ears of several of them.

Mao Hua and Qi Ye simply laughed crazy from their hearts.

One of them wants to go into politics in college, and the other wants to give his rich father a long face, and now he is praised by a group of teachers like this, and it will definitely be spread in the future, so wouldn't it be very easy for them to follow in the future. ”

"Huh. ”

If he didn't know the personalities of these people, Zhou Xiaokun really thought that these people had a deep relationship with Lao Xiong.

They just used the funeral of the old bear to increase their popularity.

Don't even let go of a dead person, is this person's blood steamed bun delicious?

"Thank you, thank you!"

Mrs. Xiong and the children bowed to these students, their eyes full of gratitude.

Yang Liu went over to help this master like an intimate little padded jacket, comforting her softly.

Mao Hua and Qi Ye brought up a wreath and put it aside.

"Mother, mourning, this is a little heart of our students in Class 3, Teacher Xiong has been open all his life, and we all signed and prayed on this wreath. ”

"This notebook is the remembrance and condolences of the students in our class to the teacher, and we also ask the teacher to accept it together. ”

The eyes of the people around him lit up.

In fact, many people in the education industry are still famous.

The wreaths and notebooks signed by many people, this kind of feeling is a bit of the ancient book of the people, and if something happens to Mr. Xiong's family in the future, some people are expected to consider the social effect and favor it as appropriate.

Seeing that Mrs. Xiong accepted it with tears in her eyes, Mao Hua and Qi Ye glanced at each other.

"There are three classes of classmates in this memorial, Mao Hua and Qi Ye ......"

Mao Hua took a list and read it out.

To be honest, it's a bit of a drag, and there are people in the back, but you can't say it's interrupting them.

Many people don't know why they are reading this list here.

But Zhou Xiaokun really knew what this Mao Hua meant.

After reading for two or three minutes, Mao Hua finished reading, and said to Mrs. Xiong with a little apology: "Mrs., it's a delay, it's not good to say this directly at the teacher's funeral, but the honor of our third class is maintained by the students on our list, so it must be announced." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, your teacher will be able to rest in peace when he sees that you can come. ”

"However, the honor of our third class is not the kind that can be enjoyed without paying anything, our third class here officially removed two people, because these two people did not obey the rules and did not fulfill their hearts, when Teacher Xiong took us before his death, he often blocked Teacher Xiong, the names of these two people are, Zhou Xiaokun, Ye Qing!"

"Ahh

Mao Hua also reached out and pointed out Zhou Xiaokun and Ye Qing in the crowd.

Being looked at by the people around him like this, Zhou Xiaokun was okay, Ye Qing felt a little uncontrollable, covered his mouth and lowered his voice to justify, no, I didn't!

"Zhou Xiaokun, Ye Qing, do you two know that you are wrong? If you know that you are wrong, hurry up and kowtow to Teacher Xiong to apologize, so that your names can be added to the wreath and farewell book sent by our third class, otherwise, please get out!"

"Yes, a person like you is not worthy of appearing in front of Teacher Xiong's spirit at all. ”

Ye Qing was trembling and didn't know what to do.

The onlookers frowned and looked impatiently.

Some people even whispered to persuade Zhou Xiaokun to hurry up and apologize and not make trouble in front of the spirit.

"Finished?"

Zhou Xiaokun asked lightly.

"Didn't I pay homage to Teacher Zhou or didn't come to the funeral? Why, if I don't join you, you feel like I've done something wrong? Just because we didn't send wreaths or eulogies?"

"Because you don't cooperate with the collective ......"

"Where you are, it's a collective? Then I also said that Ye Qing and I are a collective!"

"You two are collective, ha, what about your wreaths, eulogies?"

A student is a student, and he likes to ask for credit when he does something like a child.

Isn't it a wreath, isn't it a eulogy!