Unlucky, Lao Tzu is really unlucky, teaching a book can teach this kind of bullshit student, what kind of sin did I create in my last life? I have to toss Lao Tzu like this!

Declare in advance that I am forced by life to teach, in order to make ends meet. I don't love this profession www.biquge.info, I chose this profession, but the salary is not bad, it sounds pompous, and it is easy to find a partner.

But when the police took me away, my timid mother-in-law took the child back to her parents' house.

After hearing that the dead girl's house was burned down, I was a little lucky, but fortunately my wife ran fast.

Zhai Eighteen Niang, I was just the deputy head teacher of her third year of junior high school, but the teachers who taught her before either didn't know that there was such a person, or had a bad evaluation of her.

She is a bad student, for most teachers, this alone is enough to sentence her to death, not to mention the deep impression she left on you, but it is the worst kind.

Some students are not very good at learning, but they are very good at being people, whether they are in school or outside the school, they all look at you generously, say hello to the teacher, smile, and make you happy.

But the eighteenth lady of the house, she has never looked at me with her eyes, or rather, she has never looked at any teacher with her eyes. When she saw you, her originally thoughtful demeanor immediately turned into a cowering look, and even when you saw her, she didn't hesitate to turn around and leave.

As if she disliked us very much, did she be so unhappy when she saw the teacher? I have never heard the word teacher from her mouth, she never looks for me, and takes the initiative to talk to her in time, and she is also well.

In the last year of junior high school, she behaved even more unscrupulously, not writing homework, not paying make-up fees, not buying review materials, and often skipping classes.

No one will like her, so she deserves to be bullied and isolated, even if she is full of hatred, but her cowardly character makes her silent and suffers silently.

So, when I found out that the whole class I was teaching had been killed before the exam, I felt like the sky was about to fall, and a strong sense of guilt gripped me.

I couldn't control my emotions, and the first question was, "Is the eighteenth mother of the house also dead?" ”

"She's dead too."

"How is that possible?"

"Is there a conflict between her and her classmates?"

"No, it's usually a little bit of friction, it's all classmates, everyone looks down and doesn't see ...... when they look up" I don't know what I'm talking about.

Do you want to tell the truth? I felt that she was isolated and bullied, and I was so angry that I killed the other classmates.

I didn't dare to say it, because I didn't want to admit it, because of my negligence, I had one of my students kill the others. Can I shirk the responsibility and say that my deputy head teacher, all this is the class teacher's dereliction of duty, and I have no responsibility at all.

Is there really none?

I remember that not long ago, in the classroom, a boy threw a paper ball on the house 18 Niang. I saw it, but I didn't say anything, because the house didn't seem to be reacting.

I wanted to drink, so I went to the bar.

When I was younger, I was very fond of clubbing. But after work, I don't come to this kind of place anymore. I began to value my face and identity, and everyone thought that teachers couldn't go to bars, so I wouldn't go. Everyone thinks that teachers can't drink, so I don't drink, everyone thinks that teachers shouldn't smoke, I never smoke a cigarette, everyone thinks that teachers should dress plainly, so I only wear black and white.

But for now, I'm going to have a bottle of spirits and drink it one sip at a time and let it soothe my spirits. I'm going to light a cigarette, one cigarette after another, and indulge in the white smoke. Getting lost in this bright spot and letting the noisy atmosphere overwhelm me.

"Sir, the beautiful woman over there would like you to have a drink."

The bartender placed a dark blue glass in front of me.

By the way, one of the people I hate the most is called bartenders. I once watched a show where a bartender claimed to have traveled all over Europe and mastered the highest mysteries of bartending.

Then he threw the bottles and cans high and looked like an acrobatic clown. This kind of thing, mixing two already delicious wines, shaking and shaking desperately, while tossing several bottles to prevent it from falling to the ground.

But this kind of thing, except for the time when boys are looking for girls, they are very romantic, very fashionable, and very emotional. In our environment, it is still more useful to drink liquor.

So why did I run to this place?

I should find a small restaurant or barbecue restaurant on the street, and ask for a plate of peanuts and a plate of cucumbers, and serve them cheaply. I used plastic disposable cups that I didn't know if they were clean or not, until the shopkeeper closed the stall and drove me out on the street.

But that woman is beautiful.

Big red wavy long hair, black, sparkling clothes tightly wrapped around her plump and hot body, revealing most of her white round breasts, she was wearing shiny jewelry all over her body, as if she had bare white legs, and fishnet stockings on her legs.

I can't remember exactly what happened that day.

I drank the dark blue wine, it tasted a little weird, I shouldn't have drunk that glass of wine of unknown origin, like the article in the space of the female head teacher.

A beautiful woman took the initiative to talk to a middle-aged man, who thought it was an affair and went to a bar with her for a drink. After two glasses of wine, the beauty suddenly left. The waiter and security guard at the bar forced the man to pay for the day's fake drinks.

A young man goes to a bar for a drink, smokes a stranger's cigarette, and then he becomes addicted to drugs. Since then, he has been hopeless, embarked on the path of crime, and finally died.

A girl went to the bar chief to see, a handsome guy invited him to drink, just a sip of the person did not wake up, woke up to find that the car girl was, and he didn't even know who he was with.

A man wanted to go to a bar to have an affair, a beautiful woman flattered her, the two went to the hotel, and then everyone happily played the game of fairy jumping and sending photos to his wife.

This world is really scary sometimes.

I remember that day, I went to the bathroom in a daze.

And then I was beaten.

It seems that a young man is swearing at me with his foot and swearing at me, saying that I touched his girlfriend's ass.

The next day, I found me lying next to a trash can in the alley at the back door of the bar. He was sore and smelly, his clothes were covered in footprints and vomit, he didn't have a penny on his body, and his pants were not properly worn. Fortunately, all the organs in the body are there, the bones are not broken, and there is no missing organ or liver.

That glass of wine, maybe there's something wrong, right? I was thinking about how I was going to get home if I lost my keys and phone. (To be continued.) )