It's okay, don't flirt!

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

In July, at the graduation ceremony of the Department of Education of the National Normal University, the dean, who is nearly 70 years old, was thin and thin. Holding the rigor, the tone was almost begging, "Strict, you are about to become a teacher. This is a top normal school, and the school ethos is honest. You follow the school ethos, okay?"

The main professors of the college sitting on the table also nodded involuntarily, casting expectant glances at the rigor.

This student has been a headache for them for four years. If it is really the kind of misbehavior and poor study, he can still be punished with the school rules, but he is strict and has strange bones, but no one can do anything about him.

Although rigorous, he graduated with a pass line, but he can't make mistakes in his studies. His answers to the test papers every year are perfect, and no one who reads them can't help but give full marks.

But the rigor has to write the four big characters of the standard answer before the answer, and then create another version of "True Feelings", which is full of absurd and contrary to the traditional educational philosophy. The teachers are so angry that they blow their beards and stare. Give him sixty as a warning.

But rigor has gone further and further on the road of double-version answers.

The professors have thought a lot about this: there is a space for answering questions in front of them, and they can write carefully between the gaps. If there is not enough space, they can stick the straw paper and continue writing!Later, the examination time was shortened, but it was aborted amid the uprising and resistance of all the students in the hospital...

This is just the tip of the iceberg. What the dean has done in the past four years is too much to write down!The dean would hate to hear these two words on weekdays, and he would not use the word in his life where he could not use it. Now that he speaks nicely and calls the rigorous name, the professors feel a little bit sorry for the old dean.

Yan Jing shook the dean's hand vigorously, smiling brightly, "I will definitely carry forward my alma mater."

After all, he is a young man with a strong body. The certificate in the old dean's hand was taken away. Seeing him running down the high platform rigorously and carelessly, the dean's eyes were about to shed tears. It's the signboard of the National Normal University.

It is well known in the whole school that Yan Jing received a special offer from Guangming Middle School.

At first, the dean planned to keep him in school and arrange him in administrative clerical work. After all, family ugliness should not be publicized, but the dean has a bigger mission. He can't let his strange behaviors harm the flowers of the motherland.

When Ming Yi, the old principal of Guangming Middle School, came to visit, the dean received him personally, and even an afternoon of persuasion could not change Ming Yi's determination.The dean still didn't give up, and he was willing to compromise his elegant image and pretend to be treacherous, "Principal Ming, tell the truth, we will definitely keep your letter of appointment. This child was born in the education department. It's the ghost of the education department, we won't give it up."

Mingyi smiled and said nothing.

The dean thought that he had quit in spite of the difficulties, but two days later, Ming Yi brought the principal of the school to the dean's office again.The headmaster waved his hand, "It's the honor of our school for undergraduates to get Guangming's special appointment." He shook hands with Mingyi in person, took a picture, and hung it in the school newspaper.Come on, now the whole school knows it.

Therefore, even though the graduation ceremony was held and the school was on holiday, the dean still held back the rigor and forced the brainwashing in class, "To be a teacher, you must respect virtue and courtesy..."

The summer is hot and dry, the school is quiet, the cicadas are chirping loudly, rigorous and drowsy, with his head back and forth, the dean smashes over with a pamphlet, and shouts at the top of his voice: "September is coming soon! Give me Listen carefully!"

After this smashing, he became more rigorous and sober, shook his head, and said, "I'm listening, I'm listening."

His hair was up in a mess, and the dean couldn't help but get angry when he saw it, "I shaved my hair, I'm going to be a teacher, what does it look like!"

Yan Yan patted his face with both hands, supported his head, and shook his head, "How dare your parents destroy your body, hair, and skin?"

The dean lectured for more than an hour, his throat was dry, and his voice broke, "Say it again!"

Yan Jin pushed his glasses, not daring to act like a demon anymore, nodded and said: "Shave now, shave now."

This teacher's morality class runs from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm. The dean grasps every minute and every second, and he can talk more.Today's class will end early, because the dean is going to hold a meeting.

Before leaving, the dean pressed him on the seat, "There is an hour left to watch by yourself, watch carefully!"

The dean walked away unsteadily, and Yan Yan sat alone in the classroom with his head raised, holding up the booklet, so sleepy that he almost rolled his eyes.Looking out the window, he saw that the Dean's bicycle had already been ridden away, so he put down the pamphlet and slipped away.

Yan Jing left the school and walked towards the Jiexi River. The summer scenery is magnificent, and the river bank is floating in the morning breeze. It is the best place to sleep.

He took a popsicle in his mouth and found a place under the shade of a willow tree. He had just laid down when he heard a group of boys making noise in the distance.

Yan Yan sat up and looked over the half-meter-high weeds. A group of middle and high school kids, a group of four or five people stood on one side, and a tall boy stood alone on the other side.

"You dare to covet my girl, you're quite fat." The boy at the head of the group lifted his chin and spoke frivolously.

The lone boy stood silently with his pockets in his pockets.

This is the rhythm of the fight.He patted the weeds on his body, jumped out of the grass with a bow, and rushed over excitedly, stepping to the side of the boy who didn't say a word, "Why, five against one? It's not authentic. "

Rigorous, after so many years of eating, the size of 177 is still a bit intimidating among this group of children.The boy on the opposite side looked at each other and wondered who this person was?

"What does it have to do with you!" They provocatively said, but they didn't dare to take any serious action.

Rigorously sneered, "I'm upholding justice. If you don't have the ability, don't blame others for cutting off your horse."

The boy was scarred, and suddenly he punched like a frenzied puppy, and when he dodged sideways, the boy flew into the air.Angrily, he turned around and ran over again, hitting his rigorous stomach with his fist.

At a distance of three to five centimeters from the body, Yan Yan grabbed his hand, broke it hard, and folded it behind the boy, "Hey, I can't even swing my fists, so what kind of fight do I learn, just your way of fighting, I'm going to lose my life. "

With a push, he pushed the boy to his friend, raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to fight again?" He straightened his arms, curled his fingers, and said provocatively.

The group of children looked at me and I looked at you. They knew they couldn't beat them, but their self-esteem didn't allow it. It would be no problem to fight five to one. A few of them howled, emboldened themselves, and rushed up again.

"What are you doing?" Another person appeared on the river beach at some point.

Looking carefully, the man was a head taller than himself, with stern eyes.He is young and good-looking, but he has a straight face that looks like the dean.

When the teenagers saw it, they shouted loudly: "No, the principal is here!" and fled in all directions.

But the headmaster caught one, and the others had no choice but to bend back angrily out of loyalty and stand in a row.

"Which class." The headmaster slowly walked in front of the six people, and under the fierce gaze, they confessed honestly.

Yan Jing watched the play with his arms folded and grinning, the headmaster's cold eyes fell on the face that needed to be beaten, "Come here and stand."

Strictly picking the grass beside his legs, "I'm not from your school."

The headmaster saw that he was covered in dust, his hair was messed up, and he looked disobedient, and said calmly, "Is there any reason to fight?"

The strictness of the grass stopped, and the neck stalked, "Don't wrong people, I am Lei Feng, the teacher of justice."

This looks more like a prickly head.

Principal Ming withdrew his gaze and said softly, "Since you haven't memorized the school rules, copy them twice to deepen your impression."

The children were listless, drooping their heads, and nodding dejectedly.

Strictly narrowing his eyes, he said, "I copy it too? Are you coming to me to collect it after copying?"

Principal Ming glanced at it lightly, rotten wood cannot be carved, there is no need to waste words, and he turned and left.

Rigorous hum, dogmatism, pedantry!

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