"You seem to be discussing something. Mrs. Smith smiled charmingly—Liao Xuebing could immediately feel the old principal's secretly swallowed saliva—she finally saw Lao Liao: "You ......"

"Madam, I am here to apply for the position of Chinese teacher in your school. Unfortunately, I failed. Liao Xuebing bowed slightly, in front of a lady with a deep temperament, he didn't want to lose his demeanor.

"Mr. Headmaster, why don't you give him a chance?"

"This ...... Mrs. Smith, he has not yet obtained a teaching certificate. Qiu Daqi hurriedly moved out of the biggest reason, wanting to stop her thoughts.

"That's not a problem, Mr. Qiu, it seems that you haven't figured out what happened to the school. The application notice has been issued for half a month, there are very few people who come to apply, and now there is a shortage of teacher resources, and even two classes of students have not taken Chinese classes since the beginning of the school year, if it is circulated, how much impact will it have on the reputation of the school? I think this young man is very talented, he must be a suitable candidate. ”

Qiu Daqi took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his face, "Madam, the key is that he has violent tendencies, and I'm afraid he will attack innocent students." ”

"Mr. Qiu, pay attention to your wording, this young man is not a criminal. Mrs. Smith said coldly.

Qiu Daqi began to speak incoherently: "I, I'm just worried that he has no experience in the industry and will delay the future of the student." ”

From Qiu Daqi's deferential attitude, it can be seen that Mrs. Smith must have some power in the school, although I don't know why Mrs. Smith keeps speaking for herself, but if she doesn't make good use of it, she will be too sorry for herself.

"Ma'am, the fact that I have worked as a governess before, experience is not a problem for me. Liao Xuebing immediately believed in his words and gave himself a false experience.

"You, but you don't have a teaching certificate! And there's no way to prove that you've ever been a teacher. Qiu Daqi almost jumped up and spoke.

"yes, I don't want the school to have an accident because of hiring the wrong person. The old headmaster also helped.

Mrs. Smith groaned for a while, looked at Liao Xuebing kindly, and said, "Mr. Principal, I have a compromise. Before 6 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, if he can produce the handouts of his Chinese class from the first to the third year of high school to prove that he has ever been a teacher, we will give him a one-month probationary period, and we will decide to hire him if he can obtain a teaching certificate during the one-month probationary period. ”

"This ...... Not really, right?" the headmaster hesitated.

"There's nothing bad about it, we can't let the students miss classes anymore. Besides, I am the Vice President of the School Board and have the authority to decide how to hire staff. ”

Even the school director moved out, and the principal had to compromise: "Mrs. Smith, I hope you're right." ”

Qiu Daqi thought in his heart: "At best, he is just a street gangster, will he come up with three full years of texts and handouts in one day? Even if he is given a month, will he be able to teach students well? I am afraid that when the time comes, there will be a pile of complaint letters and he will automatically resign." Besides, I'm also the director of discipline, and I can plan behind my back...... Hehe......" Thinking of this, he acted helplessly and said, "Okay, young man, I'll wait and see how you behave." ”

Liao Xuebing secretly scolded: "What kind of bad idea does the old woman come up with, three years of handouts, I'm afraid that there will be no less than hundreds of thousands of words, how can I get it out in a day? You can also go to the overpass to find a fake certificate dealer to fool around, what should I do with the handouts? Farewell. ”

"Mr. Principal, Mr. Director, I have something to go out for, and I am out of company. Mrs. Smith pushed the door open.

In the wide corridor, Mrs. Smith stopped Liao Xuebing, who was drooping his head and not looking back.

"Dear Liao, I guess you must have forgotten me. I've always wanted to say thank you for that three years ago, you're a good young man. She smiled kindly, like looking at a child who had high hopes for her.

"Oh?" Liao Xuebing was stunned, scratched the back of his head and said, "Madam, what happened three years ago?"

"Trust me, you can do it, you will become a teacher. Mrs. Smith did not answer directly, but encouraged him with a smile.

Liao Xuebing could only smile bitterly: "Madam, in fact, I just said that I was panicked, I have never been a teacher, and I don't have even a little experience." I will never be able to fulfill your request to hand over three years of textbooks and handouts. ”

"Son, you have to believe in yourself. As long as it's a handout, you can call me if you have any questions. Mrs. Smith wrote the number on a small piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Isn't this a hint that I'm cheating?" Old Liao guessed suspiciously, and took the piece of paper, but he still waved his hand and said, "I'll do my best." Goodbye, Mrs. Smith. ”

After the conversation, I walked out of the school gate, it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the huge bell of the teaching building made a long sound, and the students finished class. The school system is full-time, and they can only go home in the afternoon, and many students take the opportunity to sneak out to eat in small restaurants outside during the lunch break.

The old man asked him with a smile, "Young man, how are things going?"

Liao Xuebing took a puff of cigarette and said depressedly: "Don't mention it, it's all bad caused by the training director, I have another chance tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Do you really want to be a teacher?"

"Nonsense, don't you want me to come here to die?"

"Maybe you go to Mrs. Smith, the school director, she has a good heart, you go and ask her, and she will help you. ”

"It's useless, old man, if you know a girl, introduce one or two to me, and I'll accept your affection. ”

"Actually, I want to too. ”

Liao Xuebing returned to the Aoshui Apartment on Suzaku Street, hungry and tired, he usually slept at this time, and made thirty different calls in thirty minutes by making instant noodles.

"Ah Qiu, do you know a friend who is a high school Chinese teacher?"

"I don't know, do you want to have a friend who makes chickens?"

"Brother Nan, do you know a friend who is a high school Chinese teacher?"

"I have a friend who works as an electrician in junior high school, is that okay?"

"Xiaobai, do you know a friend who is a high school Chinese teacher?"

"Please, Boss, we're the underworld ......"

, It's all a bunch of rice buckets! I know the underworld all day long, either cutting people or being cut by others, there is no ideal at all, Lao Liao angrily threw the phone on the bed, and his heart was extremely depressed. The midday sun peeked through the window and shone on his gloomy face. He simply threw himself on the bed, and his mind was numb.

Suzaku Street is named after the historic site Suzaku Bridge at the east end of the street, this apartment has a total of 20 floors, 18 households on each floor, located in the Aoshui Alley of Suzaku Street, the location is not too good, the price is very cheap, full of idle people from all walks of life, etc. There are two bedrooms and one living room indoors, and a dirty bathroom. The landlord comes to collect the rent every three months.

"Knock knock. "There was a knock on the door.

"Knock your mother!" Liao Xuebing roared like a volcano that had been ignited: "Get out of here, or I'll kill your whole family!" His roar resounded in the quiet room, even overshadowing the neighbor who was practicing playing the piano upstairs.

The knock on the door did not sound again, Liao Xuebing picked up the fruit knife in his left hand, held a small hammer in his right hand, and suddenly pulled the door open.

Outside the door stood a young girl with a disgraced face, staring at him with round eyes. Liao Xuebing's figure is not tall, but his half-open placket exposes a few sparse chest hairs, bloodshot eyes, a vicious expression, and the two murder weapons in his hand make him ten times more fierce than usual.

"I, I, I just moved in, I was trying to say hello to my neighbors, but I didn't expect to disturb you, I'm so sorry, I, I'll take my leave first. Forced by his momentum, the girl involuntarily took a step back, and the small paper bag in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Stop! Otherwise, I'll rape you first, then kill you, and then rape and then kill you! There's something in the paper, open it and show me. Liao Xuebing stared at the girl coldly. The girl's stumbling eyes couldn't hide the girl's beautiful face, with skinny jeans and a T-shirt accentuating her delicate curves, and sheer plastic slippers wrapping around her slender ankles showing that she had just walked out of the door.

"Well, this is the snack I just made, and I want to give it to my neighbors. Being scolded by him, the girl looked very aggrieved, slowly opened the paper bag, and suddenly a tempting sweet fragrance wafted out, inside which were four small cakes baked golden brown and made into the shape of piglets. "Excuse me, goodbye!"

"Slow!" Lao Liao threw away the small hammer and snatched the cake with his hand, "I'm hungry when I eat instant noodles, it's just right." My name is Liao Xuebing, someone will bully you on this street in the future, remember to come to me. ”

"My name is ......" Lao Liao didn't wait for her to react, and slammed the door slammed shut, leaving the stunned girl in the aisle: "Hmph, it must be a nervous disorder!" she thought angrily, throwing her slippers back to her room at No. 501.

After eating the little cake, his mood began to calm down, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his behavior of spilling his anger on the innocent girl's head, "It would be nice if I knew one or two scholars." Reading, well, reading...... I didn't think of it, I went to the bookstore to find that there must be high school Chinese textbooks. ”

Just do it, get dressed and go downstairs, and come to the "Sande Bookstore" not far from the alley.

The owner of the bookstore knew him, and he helped stop a thief stealing books last month, but the boss would not have thought that this young man with a strong sense of justice on the surface was a gangster.