The so-called chicken soup for the soul, to put it bluntly, is to process some positive energy into stories, so that people can better accept and experience, but if the audience's three views have already been established, or it is out of a rebellious stage - such as the previous three years of Class E, then this thing will only make people feel bored.

In Wang Shouzhong's words, Chicken Soup for the Soul is like the "Entrepreneurship Foundation" course in college, listening to the teacher talk a lot there, but he himself has not started a business, which is very embarrassing.

Or later Yi Ru summed it up, in this era, the vast majority of successful entrepreneurs have a way and capital, and ordinary people can develop honestly, even if they really have a project after graduation, they really want to start their own business, give you a suggestion, go to those who have graduated early when you are studying and mix well, seek a wave of funding, so you must always be careful to step into Qiao Ye's way, as for the face problem, it is better to survive first, after all, we have no capital to lose.

If in terms of ability, in fact, the CEO is more suitable for those who have explosive ability, rather than the boss, the example of Sun Wukong and Tang Seng is there, let your ability blow up the sky, it is not as good as the poor monk, of course, if you say that you have your own constant EX level of the golden rule (the author knows so many people with their own golden rules, but the level is not so high, but they still want to beat the girl's stuffy stick), then these words can be regarded as fart.

All of the above, coupled with his previous experience and the news occasionally revealed by Yi Ru, Wang Shouzhong admitted that he has never taken chicken soup for the soul seriously, after all, most of those people talk on paper, starting with a period of core values, and the content of the story is all made up, and the autobiography of successful people will never have a dark side due to their own image problems and the general bureau that is eyeing the tiger.

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However, killing the teacher is different from those glamorous and cheap people, as a teacher who is consistent with his words and deeds, he is talking about dry goods summarized from his own experience, and he does not shy away from those examples that cannot appear in official documents, maybe these words are difficult to hear, full of adult-style compromises, but this is the reality, under the blessing of the socialist twenty-four character mantra, the core values are firm but cruel reality.

Therefore, in the face of these words that contain the life experience of the elder, the former bastard students, including Wang Shouzhong and Xiao Lu, all listened carefully to the elder's last teachings.

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"Speaking of which, Nakamura, even in the fierce battle, your pace is quite steady, and there is also a tempting sweetness...... "Maybe it was because everyone was depressed, and the killing teacher gave people a few seconds of buffer time, and then suddenly asked about Nakamura Rikura, and the means of changing the topic were still blunt.

But at this time, no one will choose to dismantle the stage, after a burst of unexplained laughter, Nakamura Sakura reached for the satchel behind her waist, "Well, it's extremely sensitive in this kind of thing, it's been exactly a year since the moon exploded......"

Taking out the strawberry cake in the bag, Nakamura Rizakura looked at the killing teacher who was already drooling, and the tone of the whole person seemed to be a little brighter, and said helplessly, "I remember that Mr. Yukimura ordered today to kill the teacher's birthday, right, it took me a lot of effort to bring him and keep it intact......"

"Hey! Listen to people! was bragging about her skills, but Nakamura Liying suddenly found that the attention of the killer teacher was not on her at all, but into the cake, the original yellow face turned pink at some point, and there were two circles of redness under the bean-sized eyes, and saliva spread out of the mouth that looked terrible at first glance, and the whole person was lying on the ground, staring at the cake in front of him.

It wasn't until Nakamura Rio's roar came that Teacher Kill shifted his attention slightly, "People...... It's been a long time since they've had a dessert! This sweet smell ......"

Seeing that the saliva of killing the teacher was about to drip onto the cake before he finished speaking, Nakamura Rizakura couldn't wait to kick that miserable face to let him know what shame is, "Really, saliva is going to drip down, can't you be more reserved?!" …… Hey, did you hear what I said......"

"That, let's sing it quickly, stay for a few seconds, and this octopus's saliva will really fall."

"Ready, sing."

“Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Dear

Happy birthday to you……”

Around a strawberry cake that is only a few hundred yen, with only a lone candle on it as a light source, the students of Class E of the third year sang Happy Birthday to you, and had a simple but luxurious birthday party for the teacher on the playground outside the school building.

At this time, the killing teacher in the center of the crowd, after looking around at his students, lowered his head and looked at the cake on the cardboard box, the three-meter-tall figure was still majestic even though he was kneeling, his two tentacles were on the ground, and he didn't know what to say, "Okay, it's too much." ”

These students have broken his imagination again and again, breakouts, cakes, birthdays, these children will always surprise him in unexpected places.

"Kill the teacher, blow out the candles."

"Even though there is only one, you have to cherish it."

Listening to the noise of the students, if it was usual, he would probably join in and giggle with everyone, but this time......

"What a well-deserved reward."

The pink color gradually faded, and the teacher pursed his lips cautiously, ready to blow out the candles, with a cautious look as if the cake in front of him was the most precious gift in the world......

"Brush!"

"Bang!"

The sound of breaking the air and the sound of gunfire rang out at the same time, and the people who had been celebrating just now quickly became vigilant, looking around at possible enemies, and in the process, they also discovered the source of the sound of breaking the air - a severed tentacle.

Of course, no matter what purpose it had in mind, but now that only a dozen centimeters are left on the ground, its threat is zero.

And Wang Shouzhong, who made this blow, revealed the M500 in his hand in the afterglow of the people, and I don't know who to explain, "The Liuhe revolver specializes in this kind of goods that can only sneak attack." ”

"Hmph, I'm also celebrating this monster, Happy birthday......" In the grass, Yanagisawa, dressed in white fluttering, like an Arkham patient, put his hands in each other's sleeves, and posed like an old man in the northern countryside, and slowly walked out, and beside him, there was a ...... Unidentified Substance......