"That's it! Teacher Song has learned and played, who doesn't want to be like him? I think some people are just envious, jealous and hateful!"

"Teacher Song, I'll support you! Playing games is not a violation of the law, who doesn't have a hobby these days?"

"Isn't it? What is playing games, the teacher in the next class still has a kiln, how do you say this?"

"Hahaha--- go to the kiln, you're too much!"

Seeing the students below supporting him, Song Ming smiled with relief.

These new generations are usually exposed to more abundant information resources, and they will be more tolerant of new things, which is generally a good thing.

Besides, I also took the classes I should have attended, and I also participated in the activities I should have participated, but the game was a little fierce, and there was really no need to be ashamed of myself.

"Okay, let's be quiet. Song Ming made a "stop" gesture and said with a smile: "Special thanks to my classmates for their understanding and support." ”

"I would like to give a special shout-out to Jiang Jun, who got to know me before I even came to this class. ”

"Jiang Jun is so responsible for his studies, he must have a good academic performance, right?"

"Poof---

Seeing Song Ming ask this, many people laughed, and a male student with a flat head couldn't help but say: "Teacher Song, you may have any misunderstanding about Jiang Jun, I am the bottom ten in the class, and he is worse than me!"

"No matter what, his starting point is always good!" Song Ming praised Jiang Jun vigorously.

Although his words are extreme, his attitude is a little worse, and his academic performance is a little worse, this more honest attitude is very likable. ”

“......”

Jiang Jun's face turned the color of pig liver, are you fucking praising or scolding?

"Oh, by the way, Jiang Jun has a place that is still worth everyone's warning, don't pick up chicken feathers as arrows at every turn, and want to cut coats when you pull a little bit of fur, so it's easy to laugh and be generous, Jiang Jun, what do you say?"

Song Ming's eyes were sharp, staring at Jiang Jun uncomfortable, and he really couldn't think of any good words to fight back, so he had to sit down depressedly and keep silent.

Witnessing this scene, the students in the class were amazed:

"Wow, Mr. Song, your mouth has been opened, right?

"Jiang Jun is a mouthful!"

"I'm not afraid of the eunuch's yellow coat, I'm afraid that the hooligans are educated!"

“......”

Song Ming's face darkened, and he said who is a hooligan?

Syllable---

A sturdy male student slapped the table and snorted coldly: "Lao Tzu can't get used to you selling these crepe things! A bare mouth is the most useful for a bird, and it's not that he can't bear Lao Tzu's fist?"

"Who is this classmate?" Song Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

It seems that in order to make it impossible for him to get off the stage, the other party has put a lot of effort into it, and the chain plan has been arranged.

"Teacher Song, his name is Hu Xiaolong, he is a boxer, and he has won awards in the city. A good-looking girl in the corner stood up and kindly reminded.

Seeing Zhong Ruyue's familiar pretty face, Song Ming was stunned again, there were too many students in the class, and he didn't even realize that she was also in this class.

"Got it. Song Ming nodded, looked at Hu Xiaolong and said, "This classmate, do you have something?"

"Lao Tzu doesn't like you, what's the matter?" Hu Xiaolong's fingers almost pointed at Song Ming's head.

"Do you usually call yourself Lao Tzu when you talk to anyone?" Song Ming frowned.

This Hu Xiaolong opened his mouth as an old man and closed his mouth as an old man, daring to love everyone is his son.

"Lao Tzu is called Lao Tzu in front of the weak chicken, you are a weak chicken in the eyes of Lao Tzu, and the weak chicken is not worthy of being Lao Tzu's teacher!

Song Ming laughed: "What if I don't roll?"

"Don't get out?" Hu Xiaolong stepped in front of Song Ming in three or two steps, grabbed him by the collar, and sneered: "Then Lao Tzu will let you taste what it is like to have a fist with a sandbag!"

Of course, Hu Xiaolong's fist is not as big as a sandbag, but with his strong body like a scalper, ordinary people are really not his opponents.

"Hu Xiaolong, you dare to hit the teacher, be careful that the school expells you!"

"That's right! If this is recorded in your file, you won't be able to eat and walk around in the future!"

I have to say that the warm interaction between teachers and students before was still very effective, and seeing that Song Ming was about to suffer, many students immediately took the initiative to stand up for him.

"Shut up the fuck Lao Tzu!" Hu Xiaolong smashed the projector's remote control to pieces with a punch: "Whoever dares to say more BB will be the end!"

At this time, no one dared to speak out, and the classmates who couldn't help them cast sympathetic eyes to Song Ming, and even many people had begun to make up the picture of Song Ming being beaten in their minds.

"You have to be my witnesses. Song Ming pointed to Hu Xiaolong's nonsensical hand and said with a smile: "It was his hand that moved first." ”

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned: "Is this a declaration before being beaten?"

In confusion, I saw Song Ming twist Hu Xiaolong's right arm and stumble.

Syllable---

Hu Xiaolong lay on the ground and fell into the mud, and his two arms were locked by Song Ming, unable to move.

"Lao Tzu is not convinced! What kind of skills are you capable of sneak attack?" Hu Xiaolong struggled violently, and his black face turned purple red due to excessive force.

Song Ming let go of Hu Xiaolong very generously, and said with a smile: "If you lose, you have to admit it, you are too ungraceful." ”

"Will Lao Tzu lose to you, this weak chicken?

Hu Xiaolong moved his strong arm twice and smashed Huang Long with one punch.

Bang---

Song Ming didn't dodge or dodge, he took the punch firmly, his hands wrapped around Hu Xiaolong's right arm like a spiritual snake, his body sank slightly, and he slammed back.

Syllable---

Hu Xiaolong's unbalanced body fell heavily on the podium, and was locked by Song Ming again.

Song Ming couldn't help but smile when he saw Hu Xiaolong's little expression that was trying to hold back the pain: "Do you want to say that you were careless this time and didn't flash?"

"Lao Tzu just won't accept it! Come back if you have the ability!" Hu Xiaolong shouted unwillingly.

Song Ming let go of Hu Xiaolong again, and after a little adjustment, Hu Xiaolong persevered and rushed over, and the result was no different from before, and Song Ming was locked to the ground after two or three moves.

Hu Xiaolong only learned some basic boxing skills, which are nothing compared to the exquisite Baizong boxing.

"Come again!"

Snap --- lock.

"I still don't believe it!"

Snap --- lock again.

"Lao Tzu will not bow his head and admit defeat!"

Snap --- or lock.

......

After being locked to the ground by Song Ming for the eleventh time, Hu Xiaolong completely lost his voice and lay on the ground without saying a word.

"Are you still coming?"

Song Ming looked at Hu Xiaolong's panting and tired appearance, and couldn't stop feeling distressed, looking at the toss for the child, what had become of it.

"Not coming, not coming. Hu Xiaolong shook his head frantically, turning from a brute bull into a docile deer, and said sincerely: "Teacher Song, I figured it out, you don't have to roll, or I'll get out." ”