Song Baojun's brain was hot: ****** you still want to punish Lao Tzu? He lit a cigarette and said, "Teacher Jiang, I'm not a criminal suspect, so I don't seem to use words like setting an example." Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I've made it clear to Director Yan, so tell me which school discipline and school rules I violated?"

Jiang Yihui didn't expect him to dare to struggle in front of Director Yan, and laughed angrily: "Isn't it a sin that you have no teacher, disrupt the classroom, and have a bad attitude?"

"School discipline is not a criminal law, so even if I break the law, it's not a crime. Song Baojun stood up and glanced at her with a cigarette butt in his mouth, full of ruffian temperament, "As far as the matter is concerned, if you ask me to answer your question, I just said my own opinion, is this illegal? Is it not allowed to debate in class? Is it also a crime to answer the teacher's questions? What era of school discipline and school rules is this? Could it be that Teacher Jiang just looks at me unpleasantly? Even if you are not used to it, you don't need to shout and kill like this." You must know that it is easy to kill me, and there will be thousands of honest students who will stand up and point out your fallacy. ”

"You, you, you ......" Jiang Yihui was speechless for a while, only angry and blackened, and pointed at his nose in a daze.

Song Baojun said expressionlessly: "Teacher Jiang, you are the only daughter in the family and are doted on by your parents. He had excellent grades in middle school and college, and he has always been the central figure, so he has developed this arrogant character. You originally studied business and trade, but later changed to Chinese under the influence of Eileen Chang's works. Your family is very rich, and one of your parents and elders may be in a position at or above the department level. You also often feel sorry for your beauty, and you must look in the mirror more than three times a day. You may have a pet cat, either called Xiaobai or Maomao......"

Jiang Yihui's mouth was wide open, and her two big black and white eyes almost broke out, "You, you, you investigate me?"

Song Baojun said: "Just like you, is it necessary for me to investigate?"

"Then, then why are you ......" Jiang Yihui was completely stunned.

Derived from the super ability of the philosophical personality, Jiang Yihui's words are completely the result of Song Baojun's analysis.

Holding Mr. Jiang's handouts in his hand, the lesson plans in it are detailed with statistical tables, and there are some messy data, which is a common problem for people who have studied business accounting, and they always like to use tables to deal with problems.

Teacher Jiang commented on the Pipa Girl, which is a petty-bourgeois complex that is no longer obvious, and is obviously deeply influenced by it. In addition, there are Sanmao, Zhang Xiaoxian, Lin Huiyin, etc., but Zhang Ailing's works are more widely circulated in China.

There must be one of her family who is a leader, and her position must at least be real power, otherwise she can be a tutor if the class is so bad?

Look at Mr. Jiang's face again, eyeliner, foundation, eyebrows, and lipstick, all of which are exquisite and elegant. If you don't love beauty, how can you put on such a decent makeup? That's definitely looking in the mirror more than three times a day.

She has a white mammalian hair embedded in her suit buttons, and as the saying goes, men have dogs and women have cats, and they can't be wrong.

If Song Baojun is given a little more time, he can analyze all the colors, styles, manufacturers, and prices of Mr. Jiang's underwear.

"Believe it or not, we'll bet that if you go to class tomorrow without makeup, I'm afraid there will be 80 percent fewer students in your class. ”

"You, you, you......" Jiang Yihui continued to stammer, her fingers began to tremble, her soft lips sobbed, and she couldn't say a complete sentence.

Yan Conglong didn't feel that he had a headache, so he had to get up and say, "Teacher Jiang, classmate Xiao Song, don't fight." Regarding Xiao Song's disciplinary issue, I have already made a conclusion before, so I don't need to say more. Xiao Song, this is my business card, it has a contact number on it, call me when you think about it. As he spoke, he handed out a white business card with only his name and contact phone number printed on it.

"Thank you, Director Yan, for your concern. Song Baojun took the business card and stuffed it into his pocket.

Jiang Yihui was even more shocked, didn't he come to explain the problem? Why did Director Yan hand him a business card? Who is he sacred?

Yan Conglong even patted Song Baojun on the shoulder quite kindly, and said with a smile: "Xiao Song, study hard, I am very optimistic about you." ”

Jiang Yihui couldn't help but exclaim: "Director Yan, how can this be? Song Baojun is obviously here to explain the problem!"

Yan Conglong frowned, and took the initiative to hand Song Baojun a business card, but in fact, he told Jiang Yihui euphemistically: I like this student very much, so don't be verbose. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yihui was entangled in herself, and she had to make everyone unable to get off the stage. This teacher, why is his head lacking?

"That's enough, Mr. Jiang, the work of the teaching department doesn't need you to dictate. ”

"Yan, Director Yan......"

Song Baojun saw that the atmosphere was stiff, and secretly thought that it would be difficult to clean up Jiang Yihui with Yan Conglong by his side, so he said goodbye: "Director Yan, since there is nothing to do, I will leave first." ”

After speaking, he held his head high and walked towards the door with a fierce attitude. Passing by Jiang Yihui's side, seeing the delicate figure of the beautiful female teacher, he suddenly became angry in his heart, and he quietly stretched out his hand and pinched Mr. Jiang's round buttocks from behind, which felt amazingly elastic. To paraphrase a lewd personality language: "That Mr. Jiang's ass is really bouncing, and he almost bounced my hand off." ”

Teacher Jiang was in a state of extreme shock, his blood pressure was high, and he didn't feel that the important part had been poisoned by the students.

And the angle between the two was ingenious, and Yan Conglong couldn't see Song Baojun's strange movements.

When he walked out of the door, Song Baojun suddenly felt a very strong prostration, his body was weak, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and even his eyes were full of Venus, and he could hardly see the direction of the road ahead. What's going on? It's as if the athlete has passed the expiration date of doping.

His mind slowly became confused, and the knowledge that had been completely sorted out turned into fragments and slowly scattered in the darkness.

Song Baojun suddenly realized: it turned out that his body couldn't support his philosophical personality, and that guy had already left.

It's a pity that Lao Tzu hasn't enjoyed it enough.

After walking to the stairs, he sat down on the steps, and rested for more than ten minutes before he felt his spirit return to his body. This personality fusion is really not a human thing.

Returning to the classroom, halfway through the class, Professor Tang Guyi's "History of Ming and Qing Novels".