"The best in every industry is a strong person, whether it is reading and writing, or literature and art, engineering computers, commercial sales, or even digging feces and cleaning toilets, as long as you do well, no one dares to ignore you. You don't always have to focus on fighting, although there will always be people who are afraid of you if you are strong, but the soldier who surrenders without a fight is the strongest. Old Liao talked eloquently.

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

"The sky is blue and the sun is bright, how can 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 younger, I studied kung fu in a martial arts gym for a few days, and if you were satisfied with your midterm exam results, I would consider teaching you a few tricks. ”

"Really?"

"It's a deal. Liao Xuebing promised on his lips, and said in his heart: "Everything depends on the mood of the uncle." ”

Half past five o'clock, remembering the draw of the football league this afternoon, was dragged by Qiu Daqi and didn't have time to command the dispatch, so he hurried to the gymnasium. The draw has ended, most of the people have left, and I caught a person to ask, only to find out that the second class of the second year is in Group C, and there is no game today, so I am relieved.

At five o'clock, the students did not receive their own notice, and the main team members were almost gone, forget it, let them rest for a day. drove home on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, had a meal, and waited for Jiang Feng, Song Yuhao, and Yu Dinglou's ** trip.

Liao Xuebing had a rare time to think back on the process of becoming a teacher in the past ten days, he found that he was too simple, inexperienced, and endured the students' tricks, thinking that they would grow up after a long time, and at the same time he was a little timid, afraid of losing this job.

To tell the truth, he has never spoken to any of the students, and at his age, how can he find out the thoughts of young people without communication? As a class teacher, it is not only enough to teach everyone 100 points in the Chinese course, but also to guide their hearts.

But how to guide students' hearts? Like in the biker party, do you punch and kick if you don't like it? This is absolutely impossible, but he doesn't regret beating Guan Muyun yesterday, and he always has a bottom line in life.

Thinking crankily in my heart, I didn't figure out a reason, so I should do it as a line of love, and then slowly explore it in practice in the future. There will always be a way, didn't the predecessors say, even if there is a high mountain in front of you, you have to wade through it. My old Liao has lived for half his life, and half of his body is buried in the soil, and he is afraid that he will not be able to teach more than forty young people?

There was a quarrel and a scolding and a woman's whimper next door again, shouldn't Tan Ziqing be beaten by her boyfriend who ate soft rice again? I didn't want to pay attention to it, but I thought again: "Anyway, she helped me in when she was drunk at the door of the house that day, it seems that she is a woman with a good character, and it should be nothing to show care as a neighbor." ”

Push the door and see, sure enough, the female neighbor's door is not closed, fortunately there are no others watching, the roar is like a burnt out loudspeaker, filling the entire corridor, soft rice boy grabbed Tan Ziqing's hair and pressed her to the ground, scolding: "How many times have I said it! I want to buy clothes, do you know? At least one Amani must go out to meet people, where did you hide the money? Raise a little white face? **** Your ancestor's!"

Tan Ziqing sobbed and wanted to pull his hand away, but she pulled her hair together, her scalp hurt, and said, "You let it go...... I'm going to break up with you......"

"What? You dare to break up? ****** you stink!" The fist rained down, Tan Ziqing neither shouted nor begged for mercy, biting and enduring it.

Liao Xuebing knocked on the door, leaned on the edge of the door frame with his hands and one foot, and stood leisurely, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Soft Rice Boy glanced back, and the anger in his eyes slowly turned to resentment.

"This is the apartment, you have interfered with the normal life of the residents. Also, you are violating the human rights of others, please stop this improper behavior immediately. Liao Xuebing picked his nose as he spoke.

"Brother Liao......" Tan Ziqing shouted, and the words behind him didn't come out, but his eyes were full of hope for help.

"What Brother Liao! Could he be the little white face you raised, no wonder he insisted on moving here to live, hum, the two dogs and men were dry and chai fire...... "Soft rice boy was jealous, and he couldn't remember how he was beaten that day.

This was said very vulgarly, Tan Ziqing was ashamed and angry, and argued: "Don't talk nonsense, it is nothing that Brother Liao and I are innocent." ”

Soft Rice Boy pushed Tan Ziqing to the ground, and wanted to rush over to teach Liao Xuebing a lesson, but he was finally cowardly, Liao Xuebing took off the cigarette butt, clasped his thumb on his middle finger, and flicked it hard, the cigarette butt went fast and urgently, hit Soft Rice Boy's face, and splashed a few sparks on the ground.

As soon as he touched the right side of his face, he was already burned into a bubble, and the anger of the soft rice boy was completely ignited, and he didn't care about the consequences, and he didn't want to think about whether he had a chance of winning, so he pounced. It didn't take much effort to deal with this kind of person, Liao Xuebing easily knocked him down, beat him in front of Tan Ziqing, and then kicked down the stairs.

"Why are you associated with such a person?" asked Liao Xuebing as he helped clean up the broken bottles and cups in the living room and tidy up the moved sofa and TV cabinet.

"Thank you, Brother Liao. Tan Ziqing didn't answer positively, and opened the topic.

Liao Xuebing didn't like to meddle in things, so he couldn't help but ask at this time: "What's the matter? Do you have something unspeakable? Say it, I can help as much as I can." ”

"No, no, it's nothing......" Tan Ziqing turned her head to the side, not wanting people to see her pain and helplessness, and said in disguise, with a strong sense of insincerity.

Because this kid has a slight split personality, he often loses concentration, and he wanted to continue to say a word of comfort, but his eyes have already fallen on Tan Ziqing's slender ankles who are only wearing transparent plastic slippers.

"Ah, Brother Liao, what do you say?"

"This ...... I said that there is a cartoon called "Transformers", and after watching it, there will be a lot of fantasy space, and you will forget about the unpleasantness. Lao Liao said nonsense.

"Hehe, thank you, I'm not in as bad a mood as you think. Tan Ziqing swept the floor quickly, feeling that it was too much to let Brother Liao do these menial chores, and said: "Brother Liao, I'll just do this work, eh! Be careful, that piece of porcelain is very sharp, don't cut it." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

"Hehe, Brother Liao, you better sit in peace. ”