A few security guards had just moved half a step away, and Song Baojun slapped Han Weiwu in the face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I only heard the sound of "pop" loud and crisp, the sound was strong and concrete, just like a 3D movie listening to everyone's ears as if it hit their faces, the feeling was very real, and someone shouted: "Okay!" ”

Han Weiwu's jaw was crooked to the side on the spot, and he was directly dislocated from the slap, his ears buzzed non-stop, and it seemed that his eardrum had also been damaged, and the whole person was swaying and shaking.

Song Baojun was unceremoniously, and went over with a big mouth, and said: "You have lost your conscience, and you have been ignored!" ”

At the time of the third slap, Han Weiwu's two big teeth in his mouth finally couldn't bear the pressure, and he flew out of his mouth, drawing two bloodshot arcs in mid-air, which attracted the audience to cheer and cheer. Han Weiwu fell down with his drowsy head in his hands, and he had no strength to resist, and in fact, he never had the ability to fight back once.

Song Baojun stood beside his prostrate body, his face was cold, and he had not finished smoking a cigarette in his mouth. That unruly temperament is like Michael in "The Godfather"? Corleone's demeanor cannot be ignored without ignoring his not handsome face. Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and sighed: "Professor Song is really handsome." ”

Song Baojun finished the cooling, secretly proud in his heart, and pointed to the stunned Zhang Xueyuan and said: "****, the next goodbye day is when you are divided into **!" As he spoke, he took Yun Qingni's hand and walked out.

Zhang Xueyuan just opened her mouth and couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

Before long, there was warm applause on the field, and a girl ran out of the crowd to block Song Baojun's way, and asked with a red face, "Professor Song, can I ask your phone number?" ”

"I'm sorry, little sister, I don't have a phone." Song Baojun actually wanted to stay, but seeing Yun Qingni's unfriendly gaze, he had to give up.

When she went outside, Yun Qingni couldn't stop apologizing and said, "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry to cause you trouble, this banquet shouldn't have come." ”

Song Baojun said in an old-fashioned manner: "That Mu Qiuguang, it doesn't seem that he is a person who knows right from wrong, so try not to have anything to do with her in the future." ”

Yun Qingni didn't feel anything wrong with his tone, and explained continuously: "I, I just want to find investment, Xiaoguang said that he helped me introduce people, so I want to meet, there are some financial problems in the company......"

"Looking for investment, don't worry, first run the company's business, the assets are working well, and there will naturally be investment to find you."

The mountain carving waiting outside saw that the two of them had unkind faces, and stepped forward and asked with concern: "Eldest sister, eldest brother-in-law, why did you come out so early?" ”

The eldest sister was blushing by his "eldest brother-in-law", and said angrily: "Why don't you go and drive the car over?" Why do you ask so much? ”

The mountain eagle snapped his fingers as smart as he was, and suddenly said: "Oh, I understand, the eldest sister and eldest brother-in-law think that there are many people in it, and they want to come out to find a two-person world?" ”

"Go get behind the wheel, what nonsense!"

Grand Cherokee sent Yun Qingni home first, and then sent Song Baojun back to school.

Along the way, the mountain carving was full of gossip and asked non-stop, Song Baojun said a few perfunctory words, and the mountain carving finally found that he had a trace of blood on his hands, which seemed to be an unusual experience, and he didn't ask more, and he was secretly thinking in his heart.

……

The next day there was a calligraphy class, and Song Baojun decided to participate in it to correct his ugly handwriting.

As a liberal arts student, it is easy to be ridiculed for writing too ugly. In the past, Song Baojun soaked in the Internet and played on the computer every day, and he felt that it didn't matter. These days, I have experienced a big scene everywhere, feeling the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the rich, which has a lot of feelings, and gradually become more self-motivated.

If you want to be motivated, you have to start from small things, Taibai immortals have also had the experience of "as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle", which can be described as reasonable, and the foundation should be laid well.

There are a lot of students who come to listen to the calligraphy class today, and there are several classes of people. Chinese, journalism, and accounting...... Anyone who will work and deal with the pen in the future will have to take this course. There are even a few beautiful women majoring in dance from the art academy, and it is said that practicing calligraphy can cultivate temperament and be conducive to dance training.

There are also two international students from South Korea, one from ******** and one from Nigeria, both of whom came because of their admiration for Chinese culture.

Song Baojun came to the classroom with brand-new textbooks that had not yet been opened, and it was crowded with people, and a few empty desks scattered in the middle were all pasted with a note of "occupying seats" without exception.

When he walked to the empty chair closest to him and was about to sit down, a man next to him rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, you're blind!" Don't you see anyone here? ”

"Anyone?" Song Baojun seemed to be startled, looked up and down, left and right, and asked in surprise, "Where are the people?" How can I not find it? ”

"Are you really stupid or fake? Someone has occupied this place, do you understand! Pull aside, find an open space in the back and stand by yourself, who is really, and you are embarrassed to grab the seat that you have occupied. ”

Song Baojun found that the boy's eyes were unruly and his energy was diffuse, and he didn't seem to be easy to mess with. No wonder there were so many people around who didn't dare to sit in this seat.

He used to be indifferent to classes, he ran away if he liked, he went when he liked, he didn't take a few classes in a semester, and he squatted in the dormitory all day long to spend time. At this time, it was the first time that I had learned the vice of occupying seats in a university classroom.

I heard that there is a woman in a certain department, and she has long regarded the first place in the second row of the classroom to the east as her private seat. Every time she found someone else sitting in class, the girl cried and screamed and hysterical until the person was willing to get out of the way.

As soon as someone touches the table, the girl will stare at each other and will not be allowed to be touched. One day, a girl from the volleyball team had no intention of sitting there, and the girl stepped forward to fight with someone, until she was slapped a few loud slaps by the sturdy volleyball girl.

If you don't come to the public property of the school, just a note can occupy this child for dozens of hours, months or even an entire semester, and other students can't sit on a seat, causing a huge waste of resources, what is the reason? It doesn't make sense!

Song Baojun was about to reason with the boy, and was pushed behind him: "Classmate, get out of the way, this seat is mine." ”

It was a medium-sized girl with long shawl hair, pink lip gloss on her lips, and her eyes were full of impatience: "Xiaowei, didn't you ask you to help me occupy a seat, why is there still someone lying here, let him get out!" ”

The boy immediately slapped the case: "Little rabbit, do you get out or not!" The fierce light in his eyes was revealed, his indifferent eyes looked at Song Baojun tightly, and his right hand grasped the mineral water bottle, looking like he was causing trouble.

"I also have a saying that I planted this tree, I opened this road, if you want to sit here, stay and buy a fortune!" Song Baojun opened the note, took it in his hand, and tore it in two.

The boy threw the full mineral water bottle in his hand directly into his face, scolding: "*** tear, tear you ****!" ”

Song Baojun had already prepared, sideways to avoid, raised his palm in the air to grab the flying water bottle, the posture was chic and steady, quite a Tai Chi master style, has been the true biography of Sanfeng.

The boy slapped the table and said, "Do you dare to rebel?" ”

Such a noise attracted the attention of the surrounding students. The other classes still didn't think so, and the boys in the first and second classes of the second year of the ancient literature major of the Chinese Department thought: "This kid even dares to provoke Song Baojun, it seems that he is impatient." "It's a pity that several members of the Otaku Brotherhood are absent from class in the dormitory to play games, and they can't make a big noise.

The boy was still scolding, Song Baojun unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and poked the mineral water bottle directly into his mouth with his backhand.

The bottle of this "Wa Xi Hee" brand mineral water is a flexible plastic, but the mouth of the bottle is relatively hard and thick, which instantly filled the boy's mouth, and the liquid in the bottle poured into it.

The boy was caught off guard, his mouth full of swear words retracted into his stomach, and with the exhalation and inhalation, two streams of water spurted out of his nostrils, only to struggle with the bruises on his neck, and his face was as red as blood.

Song Baojun took out the mineral water bottle, and the boy couldn't help but cough vigorously on his chest, and a large puddle of water flowed out of his mouth and nose, and he was extremely embarrassed.

The surrounding crowd laughed when they saw this, and at this moment, Qiu Yuancheng, the instructor of the calligraphy class, walked into the classroom, put the handouts and toolbox on the podium, and said, "Everyone be quiet, now the class will start." ”

Everyone returned to their seats and sat down.

Even if the boy had the courage to quarrel in front of the mentor, his cough eased slightly, and he glared at the other party hatefully and said, "You wait, I remember you." "Squeeze out of the crowd next to you, grab the girl and leave.

"Xiaowei, that's the seat you helped me occupy!" The girl couldn't tell the situation.

"I don't want that seat, he will accept it later." A man and a woman didn't know what to do in the place separated by Song Baojun's three or four chairs, and actually asked others to give up their seats for the two of them, and the two sat down proudly, and glared at Song Baojun with provocative eyes, but unfortunately Song Baojun didn't see it.

Tutor Qiu Yuancheng saw that everyone was slowly quieting down, opened the handouts and said: "Now the semester is almost halfway over, I see that there are a lot of people here today, let's take a roll call first, today's roll call will be counted as the final credit." ”

Named! And it's about credits! There was a commotion in the audience, and soon some students took out their phones and dialed their classmates who were absent from class and did not come to school, and they asked each other anxiously.

Qiu Yuancheng didn't care about the students' reactions, looked at the handout folder and then looked at the audience, and said, "Guo Jun." ”

There was silence in the audience, and no one answered. Qiu Yuancheng waited for about five seconds and said, "Ma Guodong." ”

It was still cold and silent, Qiu Yuancheng called the names of Tan Qingkai, Long Ya, Zhou Xiang, and Lu Xiuzhong in turn, but no one responded.

The half-bald calligraphy instructor finally couldn't help but say: "How did the students of the first class of the Chinese Department do it!" I don't even practice calligraphy when I learn Chinese, it's really delicious and lazy to make decaying wood and can't carve it! How much do you want to do in the future? ”

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