first-class champion

"Well, you are a ruthless waiter. I never imagined that this champion who made his own cigarettes would be reduced to the point where he can't smoke freely. It's sad, really sad." Duan Mingyu gave the waiter a hard look, then turned to the scholar and said: Brother, let's go out and smoke!"

"Very good." The scholar nodded.

In front of the entrance of the school, Duan Mingyu and the scholar he met by chance kept blowing smoke rings. It happened that Yuan Hongzhi and his apprentice Yuan Chuang who were not far from here happened to see the constant second-hand smoke.

Yuan Chuang imitated his master Yuan Hongzhi, pinched his fingers, frowned tightly, and said with a very serious expression: "Master, this disciple thinks that there must be demons appearing in the world because of the smog here!"

Yuan Hongzhi: "..."

Shu Changchang sighed, and said to Duan Mingyu: "Brother Duan also came to the parents' meeting. It's a pleasure to meet, a pleasure to meet. My son is really angry. When my son just learned to speak, I was so happy , said to his son every day: "Call Father", the son followed suit, and also said: "Call Father". Correction, now I say to my son every day: "Father"!"

Duan Mingyu's heart twitched. At this moment, the school was over, and a group of children ran out of the school like flying wild. They didn't know where they were going to play wildly. Only the two Duan Mingyu listened to the content of the conversation verbatim. Brother: "Why doesn't our father marry you?" Brother: "I can't find anyone to marry with." Huh?" Brother: "Isn't our sister ready-made?" Brother: "I said it too, but our father said that our family members cannot marry our own family members." Brother: "Nonsense, didn't our father marry our mother? "Brother: "Our father is the head of our family, of course he can marry whoever he wants." Brother: "Our father is really selfish!"

Duan Mingyu still remembers seeing such a scene in her previous life. It was also after school in the afternoon, and the students rushed out of the school. On the way to the bar, two students were particularly eye-catching, because these two students rushed to the front, Suddenly, one of the students fell down and rolled twice on the ground, bleeding from his forehead. The other student stopped and turned around to help him. Unexpectedly, the student who fell violently opened his Hand, shouted at him: "Leave me alone, turn on the machine quickly..."

Crazy children's paper, crazy childhood, worshiping.

Duan Mingyu cupped his hands towards the scholar and said, "Brother, let's just leave it at that, we will meet later!"

"There will be a period later!"

The scholar and Duan Mingyu entered different teacher's offices respectively. An old man with white hair and a beard mopping the floor was glaring at Yang Zhaoniang who was a little scared with a serious expression on his face.

Duan Mingyu stepped forward and cupped his hands to the teacher, "My servant..."

The teacher waved his hand angrily, and went straight to the topic: "Today Yang Zhaoniang had a conflict with her classmate, and the two sides fought hard!"

"Ahem, I don't know how Mr. handles this matter." Duan Mingyu's old face turned red in an instant. To this day, he, Duan, finally understood the feelings of those who returned home after the parent-teacher meeting and beat up their children.

The old teacher said quite proudly: "Generally speaking, when the old man encounters two brats fighting, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong. When the old man arrives, he must scold the one who didn't cry first. If they all cry, scold them." Those who are tall will be the same height, if they are older, they will be ugly if they are the same size!"

The teacher suddenly sighed speechlessly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the old man still miscalculated after all, Zhao Niang's children's shoes and another student both cried, crying very hard, they are about the same height, their ages and birthdays are quite close... ..."

Duan Mingyu's eyeballs almost fell out, and her jaw almost dropped from shock: "Gao, Mr. Gao is indeed tall. I don't know how the old man decided this matter in the end!"

The old gentleman hummed: "The old man pretended to be fine and passed by..."

Duan Mingyu gave the teacher a thumbs up, Jiang is really old and hot.

The teacher has a narcissistic look on his face, and he has fallen into infinite narcissism, and he can't extricate himself.

Taking advantage of the teacher's narcissism, Yang Zhaoniang shrank behind Duan Mingyu, and suddenly asked: "Brother Mingyu, did I fly out of the stone like Monkey King!"

Duan Mingyu picked his nose, and without thinking, he said, "You don't have that ability, your father made a hole, and you crawled out by yourself!"

Before he could finish speaking, a brush flew onto Duan Mingyu's face...

"You are full of nonsense, the old master Confucius said: don't say anything rude, you are so unreasonable as a young man." The teacher woke up immediately, and cursed Duan Mingyu for his lack of propriety, righteousness and shame.

Duan Mingyu said indignantly: "Master's words are wrong, sex-education must start from the baby, we should not blindly suppress it, but teach it properly, ahem, Master vetoed it, it is really overbearing! "

The teacher took the case and said: "This old man has been immersed in Confucianism and Taoism for many years, and what he says is a trap. There is no such thing as overbearing. This old man is standing on the commanding heights of morality and law, and he is just discussing the facts!"

"Hehe, I won't say much, I don't know what to rely on for the old gentleman to be so tyrannical!"

Duan Mingyu continued: "Do you have a certificate? This No. [-] scholar is a serious Peking University graduate!"

The teacher smiled sinisterly: "Old man, I know astronomy first, geography second, and I have a wide range of hobbies. I have passed the ninth grade piano, the seventh grade accordion, the sixth grade English, and the second grade computer. How about you!"

Duan Mingyu rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Oh, I have copied a third-class movie!"

"Ahem, I won't say much. I don't know why the old man asked me to come here today." Duan Mingyu touched the ashes on his nose and hurriedly changed the subject.

The teacher said very angrily at this time: "Today, the old man is giving a class. The class content is "greeting" as the theme. The old Duan taught them many kinds of etiquette, such as various hugs, kisses, and handshakes. During the excitement, a child who didn't speak often got up and rushed over, plopped on the ground, thinking, it's over, something happened, and she slowly raised her head and said: Long live my emperor, long live, long live..."

"Oh, this child's paper is really disturbing. This is the drunk of the Zhulian Nine Clans. How can you talk nonsense." Duan Mingyu was stunned, and then asked: "This, what, that child's paper could be Zhao Mother!"

I believed your evil, and Duan Mingyu cast a cold gaze on Yang Zhaoniang: "Girl, you are working with your head tied to your trouser belt."