Outside, a man walked into the store, wearing a black shirt, his skin was still a little white, it was Zhang Siwu, and he went straight to the bastard.

"You're going to lose money? Something like a dog, an old coal man dares to come into my store, come! ”

Hearing this voice, the thin man felt familiar and looked at it in a blink of an eye, and suddenly shuddered: This person is ...... That Zhang ......, it's him - this shop is called Lao Zhang's barbershop!

The thin man had a premonition in his heart, his eyelids began to jump, his waist collapsed on the chair as if he was soft, and the eyebrows and the bridge of his nose were not wrinkled, but stretched, but his eyes were wide.

Zhang Siwu knew this thin man, so he couldn't help but say, grabbed his hair, fell off the chair with a bang, and dragged him out directly.

"Wrong! Brother Zhang! Father! Let me go, don't dare again! I didn't know it was your family's ......."

The thin man was dragged to the ground and slid out: kneeling, letting it be dragged away, not daring to resist.

Lao Zhang was not surprised, and stood there with scissors and watched - to be able to do business in the city for so many years, he naturally had to be a clever person, otherwise this store would not have been able to open for a long time.

There have been fewer people collecting protection money this month, and they haven't come once recently—can it be for what, to be kind?

"Alas......"

Lao Zhang sighed, this child has not been a good person since he was a child, and now he can't control it when he is older, but in this world, even this is ......

"Be careful in what you do."

The figure paused, didn't speak, and dragged the old man on.

……

“Hello everybody，I’m your English teacher Mr Li.”

The instructor in a white jacket walked in, wearing black pants under his head, looking very young, in his twenties, fair-skinned, handsome, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Naturally, this is a male teacher, and there are very few female teachers in the whole school, and there may not be one out of twenty.

Judging by the appearance and appearance of this instructor, he is a good talker, at least much more amiable than the previous two instructors.

Looking at the dress of this English teacher, it reminded Bao Guowei of one thing - maybe it's time to put on glasses for himself, it is already very bluffing to wear a dress and comb his boss Dankang's big back, if he wears another gold-wire glasses, he can definitely scare people in this era.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your English teacher Li Guangzhi."

The instructor repeated it in Chinese, and his tone and style when speaking were very different, and he could not see a trace of old-fashionedness, but was very affinity.

This kind of temperament can not be cultivated here, probably after returning from studying in the West, and the native gentleman should be old-fashioned, stern, meticulous, and respectful, and will never talk to students like this.

Bao Guowei suddenly felt that his elbow was leaned on, and he glanced to the right, Guo Chun was dry, and he was still holding a chicken claw in his hand.

"Eat or not."

Probably to see that this teacher is not a hard stubble, Guo Chun is gnawing on chicken feet with his head down, probably brought from the lunch meal, and has to give Bao Guowei a little.

Bao Guowei shook his head gently, although he loves to eat tiger skin and phoenix claws, but if he makes a teacher feel unhappy, it is definitely a loss-making deal.

Instructor Li Guangzhi's voice has a lightness in his voice, which makes the atmosphere in the classroom somewhat relaxed:

"Everyone should study English classes well, and they can be used when they go abroad in the future, and I will tell you what Britain is like, where ...... "

The instructor did not come up directly to give a lecture, but introduced the United Kingdom, but this introduction was a long time.

"Cars are very common, there are high-rise buildings everywhere, there are black and white televisions, and the law is very ......"

The students listened attentively, and many of them seemed to have seen another world - until the bell rang.

At the end of the lesson, the students began to discuss:

"Is Britain really that good?"

"Hehe, I've been, and it's ......"

Bao Guowei felt a little depressed, he stared out the window in a daze, the half-hidden autumn sunlight sprinkled on his face, and he looked more handsome.

"Buns! You're so handsome with this hairstyle! ”

Someone shouted, but there was no follow-up, it seemed to see that Bao Guowei's mood was not too good, and no one came to disturb him.

Guo Chun wanted to take Bao Guowei to the toilet, but when he saw his "do not disturb" look, he still followed Chen Jinhua together.

The latter is a Chinese language class, and the second section is art, and as a small subject, the class time is also short, and the instructor looks mediocre, no different from an ordinary gentleman.

The club will only open next week, and it will get dark early in the fall, and it has not been peaceful lately, so day students can leave class at 4:30 p.m.

But there was also homework—in addition to the arithmetic, gewu, and English teachers, several teachers who had never met before also came and gave some copying assignments, which was really hateful.

Guo Chun picked up his bag, prepared to leave, and patted Chen Jinhua on the shoulder:

"Chen Jinhua, I wrote all my homework, and I will bring you steamed buns and meat to eat every day."

Chen Jinhua swallowed his saliva, a little excited in his heart, helping Guo Chun copy his homework is also his old business, usually Guo Chun will occasionally give himself some compensation, but most of the time he doesn't.

"I'm going to eat stuffed pork belly."

Guo Chun agreed very happily: "Okay, pork belly bun, teach her to brush more sauce for you." ”

Bao Guowei doesn't want to copy either, he has a very strong memory, he can remember everything with a few glances, and it is a waste of sleep time to do copying.

"Chen Jinhua, can you help me copy it? I'll bring you an egg tomorrow. ”

This time Chen Jinhua - a little happy, there were already two people looking for him to copy his homework, which made him feel that he was needed, and he also remembered the word "stars holding the moon" that he had learned in Chinese language class, but ......

"Boom."

Bao Guowei threw two pencils on Chen Jinhua's desk, and the pencils rolled on the somewhat slanted tabletop.

Chen Jinhua's own pen is so short that he has to pinch it with his fingers before he can use it, and if he helps the two of them copy, he is afraid that he will not be able to write even if the pen runs out.

"Good!"

Chen Jinhua reached out and grabbed two pencils, and this time he had no worries.

declined Guo Chun's invitation to play basketball in the playground, Bao Guowei walked alone on the West Road, preparing to go out of the school gate to find Lao Bao to bring himself with a pair of glasses.

Although the sky was a little dark, I could still make out that there was Instructor Song standing on the side of the path in front of him, and there was a fat man next to him.

Teacher Song stood next to the red banner that read: Welcome to Winter and praise Sanyou, and loudly reprimanded a fat man in his forties and fifties in front of him.

"Who posted this thing! Use weaving as a banner! Hurry up and take it off for me! Do you know how many people outside can't even wear clothes and autumn clothes! It's shameless! ”

The fat man lowered his head, and when he heard Song Xian's voice, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened, so he resignedly opened his mouth: "This is required by the parent committee, and it really has nothing to do with the school." ”

Since the Suzhou Political Affairs Committee promulgated the document "On the Taxation of Textile Products into the City", the textile factories in the city began to collectively shut down, and the price of clothing and clothing skyrocketed, and many people could not even afford to wear clothes......

Instructor Song stroked his forehead, as if he was so angry that his head hurt.

"The people of the Parent Committee should not let this group of fat people get involved in the affairs of the campus, or it won't be long before the entire school hall will be made into a miasma by them!"

The fat man looked at his stomach, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked at Instructor Song cautiously: "Then this banner, do you want to ......?"

"Demolished! I cut it into strips of cloth and donate it, and I'll make up for it! ”

The blood-colored banner that Guowei felt was very unsightly was ripped off.