After several people saw Zhang Yu tear off his mask and pull out his dentures, they dared to turn around and walk into the principal's bedroom, tentatively asking the ins and outs of the matter.

"It's really back, it's dead," Zhang Yu didn't wait for them to speak, he only complained to himself, "I won't die sooner, I won't die later, I will die at this time, isn't this a bad intention to scare me to death! If I die in the daytime, how can I wake you up one by one by beating gongs and drums in the middle of the night?"

"Who died?" asked the teacher, who goes by the online name "Widow".

"Who else?" Zhang Yu replied angrily, "I have a few hands, a few legs, and eyes next to nose, don't you know?"

"Well, well," said the "widow" teacher, "I saw that she was so good during the day, why did she disappear all at once? ”

"Life is impermanent," the teacher named "Widower" took over the topic, "it seems, principal, you, like me, are born to be widowers." Within two years of marrying a wife, he put on a coffin. If you knew this, it would be better to go outside and soak in Miss. It's only a few dozen yuan to find a young lady once, and the money for a young lady for two years and the money for a coffin is really as far as it gets......"

"Shut up," Zhang Yu interrupted him before the "widower" finished speaking, "You have to pay attention to the occasion when you speak." ”

Another male teacher with the online name "Bastard" was too scared to speak.

"Bastard, are you going to probe her nose and see if she is still angry?" Several people approached Chen Zhujun's bedside, and Zhang Yu gave orders to the "bastard".

"Bastard" was so frightened that his legs and stomach trembled, and he frowned for a long time, but he didn't dare to step forward.

"A really unproductive bastard, it's really cheap for you to call you a bastard," Zhang Yu scolded the teacher, and walked to the bed by himself, looking fearless, "Haven't you ever seen a dead person, who hasn't died in anyone?"

Zhang Yumao approached the bed with his waist down, and saw Chen Zhujun leaning on the head of the bed, a pair of eyes seemed to be closed, his left hand was on his chest, his right hand was stretched forward, and the mobile phone rolling on the side was still playing an unfinished TV series. Zhang Yu probed Chen Zhujun's chest with his hand, "I'm not dead, I'm still angry." Then he pinched her man. A few minutes later, I saw Chen Zhujun rolling his eyes and waking up with a soft "oops".

Zhang Yu gasped and stepped back in fright.

"There are ghosts, catch ghosts!" After Chen Zhujun woke up, he just shouted "catch ghosts".

"Where the hell is it?" asked the teachers, whose legs and stomachs trembled with fear.

"Ghost, ghost. Chen Zhujun pointed at Zhang Yu.

Several people looked at Zhang Yu stupidly, only to see that he was wearing a black long coat, long ears and a black hat, and a pair of eyes that were originally a little sunken were blinking in the dim light, like a ghost in the Yama Palace.

"I'm a ghost?" Zhang Yu said, "Don't make a mistake, I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost hunter, okay?"

Several teachers pursed their lips and snickered, looking at Chen Zhujun who was crying and screaming on the bed from time to time.

"It seems that I can't sleep tonight," Zhang Yu said, "Everyone, why don't you just come and sit for a game tonight?"

Everyone knows that the principal's card addiction has flareed up again, and he wants to refuse but is afraid that he will curse.

"The widow" said, "It's late at night, and we have class tomorrow." ”

"Go to class, let the hell he go in class, and tomorrow all the students will study on their own. The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and Lao Tzu has the final say. It's not enough to sit in a game of cards, can I keep those little kids in check all the time?"

So there was a chaotic sound of tables, chairs and benches, and the four of them walked to the bedroom outside, and immediately made a table of cards.

Zhang Yu likes to play cards with his subordinates the most in his life, because he is sure to win every time he plays cards with his subordinates, and he has never lost. As for the subordinates, every time they play cards with him, they always deliberately make the wrong cards, and he wins them alone. Therefore, as soon as he played cards with his subordinates, Zhang Yu was full of energy and full of energy. Sensei said that one night, that is, three nights in a row, he would not close his eyes for a minute to recuperate.

Several people played for an hour, and Zhang Yu won more than 1,000 yuan. As soon as his luck was smooth, his whole person became active in thinking, and as soon as his thinking was active, his talent and thinking also became agile. So, Zhang Yu took out an antique cigarette gun, loaded a tube of cigarettes, and kept swallowing clouds and spitting smoke. Once he swallowed the clouds, he had more words.

"Compatriots, there is an old saying, called the world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit," the principal looked at a few subordinates with a report-making look, "I don't understand, what kind of profit are we engineers of human souls trying to make every day?"

Several of the teachers were a generation younger than the principal, and they knew his strange temper, and they never dared to discuss problems with him openly and honestly. In addition, he was drowsy in the middle of the night, so he had to save trouble and simply, acting as dumb people one by one and not speaking.

Zhang Yu saw that his subordinates were listening carefully, and he was even more energetic.

"It's unprofitable! a month's salary is not enough for me to sit in a game. You see me, I'm about to retire, and I can't afford to buy a house in the city. However, at this age, it is not uncommon for me to go to the city, and it is much more leisurely to live in the country than to live. However, I was really unwilling, I taught all my life, I wanted a house without a house, I wanted a car without a car, and I ended up with this old illness. You see, I don't put books on my bookcase, I just put medicine on the bookcase, and no one can help me. Now, I guess you understand the pain of being a headmaster. Headaches, heartaches, arm pain, thigh pain, no good days. And I have to worry about it all the time, it really breaks my heart. Looking at the medicine in that bookcase, I guess you're going to be terrified of the headmaster's position. Is it just the principal of a small school, and if an official becomes the position of director and mayor, he will not put people's lives on the line? Of course, it is another matter if I am an official and want to make profits, but what kind of benefits have I made for most of my life?"

Zhang Yu said it, only felt thirsty, stood up and picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea, and continued, "Pity me for picking up some small profits on the card table in my life, isn't it funny? By the way, last time, which of you crow's beaks poked out the matter of student living allowance, causing those parents to run to the school like mourners? Widow, is it you?"

"Widow," said the teacher angrily, "am I going to be that stupid?"

"Widower, did you say it?" Zhang Yu pointed to the "widower" teacher, "It's just a few people, I can't find out if I don't believe it." ”

"Widower," the teacher replied impatiently, "am I so low?"

"So, you poked it out?" Zhang Yu asked, pointing at the "bastard" teacher.

"Not me. The teacher with the online name "Bastard" replied.

"This is strange, the matter of living allowance, only a few of us know the inside story. You didn't say it, he didn't say it, did I say it?" Zhang Yu came to the fire, "There are hundreds of students in a school, how considerable the amount of living allowance is, those teachers have divided it, and I haven't seen a single parent come to the school to fight a war of words." It's like our sparrow school, which has less than 200 students, and if you take a little benefit from them, it will make the city full of turmoil. Other schools do a good job of secrecy, unlike us, the mutton is not eaten, and it causes a commotion. When I see your screen names, I know that your quality is not much higher? Widows, widowers, bastards, you didn't pick so many popular names in the world, but you picked these disgusting names and put them on your head. It's no wonder that other parents don't take us seriously, and they want to settle accounts with us one by one......"

When Zhang Yu was teaching his subordinates a lesson in an orderly manner, he suddenly heard a "clang" of the house inside, as if something had hit the ground. He hurriedly stopped the topic, holding the cards and running inside in a panic.