"This time, I have already taken all of it on myself, and the principal said that he would deduct my annual bonus." Du Mingsheng sat on the lectern in an independent classroom, his face like a defeated dog.

Gao Huan yawned, touched the credit card with a limit of one million in his pocket, and asked with an indifferent face: "Teacher, how much is your annual bonus?" ”

"If you roughly calculate, I can get more than three million bonuses a year."

Du Mingsheng calculated this number, and the sadness on his face was so thick that it almost overflowed.

"You caused the matter, but you want me, the master, to take the blame for you, should you make up for being a teacher?"

Gao Huan silently let go of the card he was holding in his fingers, pretending to be looking out the window.

"Huh? Teacher, what were you talking about? I seem to be deaf intermittently? ”

"Do you want me to beat you up for intermittent dementia?" The silver sand behind Du Mingsheng turned into a whip.

"I said, "Teacher, how can you measure the friendship between teachers and students in terms of money?" Gao Huan silently took a step back.

"Besides, teacher, you won't live long, and it's not a waste of life to use your spare heat, right?"

"Rebel! Rebels! Eat the dragon whip as a teacher! ”

……

After some altercation, the conversation continued.

"In other words, if you make trouble again in the future, the teacher can't continue to help you take the blame. After all, this year's bonus for the teacher is gone, and there is no money to deduct. ”

Du Mingsheng said as he used the red rope in his hand to tie Gao Huan firmly to the chair.

I don't know what kind of biological plasma this red rope has been soaked in, the blood has not been cold for several years, and there is still a burning feeling in the starting place.

With the chair Gao Huan was sitting on as the center, the ink full of aura drew a huge spirit array on the ground, and the elemental particles of four different colors converged under the attraction of the spirit array, almost so dense that they were visible to the naked eye.

"Teacher Du, your knotting method is very exquisite." Gao Huan moved on the chair and found that he was completely unable to move.

"That's nature, as a qualified people's teacher you have to be decathlon and omnipotent."

Tie Gao Huan strongly, Du Mingsheng took two steps back, admired the fruits of his labor, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"With this formation, you only need to meditate for two hours a day. The extra time can be used to teach you liberal arts theory. ”

Gao Huan nodded, took a deep breath, and prepared to calm his mind and enter a meditative state.

But Du Mingsheng obviously has some words left unfinished.

"I think that Song Ran suffered such a big loss from you this time, I don't think he will give up, are you sure you can deal with it so calmly next time?"

"Huh? I'm not sure. Gao Huan replied.

"If he wants to come again, I'll beat him up again."

"By the way, Mr. Du, your bonus for next year should also be advanced in advance, right?"

"Rebel! You rebel! I actually hit the idea on the teacher's pension, rebel! O rebel! ”

……

Gao Huan's fight showed momentum and made a name for himself.

Although all the blame was taken away by Du Mingsheng, it did not prevent those who were beaten from passing on Gao Huan's fists and feet to the gods.

In the next few days, Gao Huan's study life was peaceful and comfortable.

Whether it was Song Ran, Wang Anxian, or the black-bellied Lori who was in the next class, they all seemed to be deliberately avoiding Gao Huan.

It would be nice if I could sustain this kind of life until I graduated.

- It's just Gao Huan's beautiful fantasy.

With the arrival of the first cold wave after the beginning of autumn, the temperature in Changhai City plummeted overnight.

The students of Tianque High School can clearly feel the seal of the quilt strengthening when they wake up every morning, and an epidemic disease called "difficulty getting up" has begun to spread silently on campus.

In the entire boys' dormitory building, the only person who has not been infected by this "disease" is Gao Huan.

Relying on the habits and high self-discipline he has developed over the years, Gao Huan completed a series of actions such as lifting the quilt and getting out of bed the moment his eyes opened, without any delay.

"So early?" When Zhang Liang heard the sound of Gao Huan getting up, he immediately woke up and muttered.

He picked up his phone that was charging at the bedside and glanced at the time displayed on the screen.

It's only half past five, and there is still an hour and a half before the morning self-study that starts at seven o'clock.

"I'm sorry, you go back to sleep." Gao Huan got dressed and whispered an apology to the shallow classmate.

Zhang Liang didn't say anything more, just turned over and went back to sleep.

Gao Huan glanced at the others who were still asleep, closed the door lightly, and walked downstairs.

Not far from the dormitory building is a grassy football field.

At this moment, it is the time when the fog is thick in late autumn, and only a white fog can be seen on the empty green field, and no half of the figure can be seen.

Gao Huan first ran two laps along the football field to move his body, and then began to practice the military physical boxing that he had to practice every morning.

This set of boxing techniques has neither any exaggerated moves, nor does it have any actual combat value, Gao Huan initially learned it just to strengthen his body.

At this moment, there are no others around, and Gao Huan has no distractions.

Walking in the body, the fist is rushing, and every move and style is like flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

At the end of a set of boxing exercises, even in the cold dew, Gao Huan's forehead was slightly sweaty.

At this time, his breath was slightly reduced, and he was ready to go back to the dormitory to wash his face after completing the last set of recruitment actions.

I don't want to, but at this time, there was a sudden change.

A palm suddenly poked out of the mist on Gao Huan's right side, and slapped it straight towards Gao Huan's right rib.

This place was once injured by the three-tailed fox, although it has long been healed by Du Mingsheng's treatment, but it is still a weakness.

The attack came quickly and without warning, Gao Huan frowned slightly, and his body twisted violently to avoid the opponent's momentum, and at the same time changed his right hand from "fist" to "claw", and unceremoniously pinched the attacker's forearm.

The body soaked by the torrent of energy is far stronger than his peers in terms of speed and strength, and if he is pinched by Gao Huan this time, he is afraid that the attacker's entire arm will be dislocated.

The attacker's reaction turned out to be much more cheerful than Gao's.

At the moment when Gao Huan pinched towards the opponent's forearm, the attacker's offensive also changed.

The white palm that was originally going to slap Gao Huan's ribs suddenly rose upward, deflected by three points, and swiped lightly along Gao Huan's arm, slashing at his armpit.

In an instant, Gao Huan only felt that his entire hand seemed to be poured into cement, so heavy that it was completely out of his control.

The man succeeded in the blow, but did not pursue, but took a step back, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at Gao Huan coldly.

Gao Huan pressed his shoulder, and took a few steps back in embarrassment, before he fixed on the raider in front of him.

This person stood in the thick fog, slightly smaller than Gao Huan, wearing a blue blue hoodie with a hood covering his head, covering half of his face, and carrying a long black knife behind his back.

"This friend, are you lost in tomb robbing? Or did you go to the wrong set? ”

Gao Huan rubbed his temporarily unconscious right arm and said in a somewhat helpless tone.

In the fog, the other party's face hidden under the hood was unrecognizable, and he could only hear this person sneer lightly, and then said: "I thought that there would be no vain under the fame, but it was just a silver wax gun head for a long time, and it was useless." ”

Gao Huan frowned slightly, although this voice sounded heroic, it was not a man's voice.

The person who attacked him in the fog just now turned out to be a girl?

Moreover, she is still a girl with a big knife!