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The teacher's face became a little unhappy, and he said to Duan Mingyu: "You Zhaoniang have made many mistakes recently, please ask the next generation to hire another wise man!"

Duan Mingyu was stunned: "My God, I don't even have such face-saving projects as staying in school for inspection, so I will be expelled directly. Zhao Niang, what a big mistake you have made!"

Yang Zhaoniang said weakly: "Two days ago, Mr. introduced the story about Confucius to the students. Mr. said to us: "Confucius, a native of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period...", before Mr. continued to tell, I couldn't help it Raise your hand for a question!"

"Oh, it's a good thing to learn more and ask more questions. What kind of question are you asking?" Duan Mingyu asked with some doubts.

Yang Zhaoniang said: "My question is, sir, which country is Confucius from in summer and winter?"

Duan Mingyu: "..."

You deserve to be fired.

The teacher couldn't help but sighed: "Insulting gentleness is a trivial matter, the old man will pass it if he bears it, but Zhao Niang, you actually stole something from his classmate, this matter is really tolerable or unbearable! "

Not only did Yang Zhaoniang show no intention of repenting, but she also said confidently: "Isn't it just stealing a few brushes? As for it!"

Duan Mingyu's body shook, her eyes glared wildly, how could this be possible, I couldn't bear it, I couldn't explode, and said calmly: "Zhao Niang, this is your fault, you know, there was a monkey who stole a Taozi, you’ve been imprisoned for 500 years, so you’re saying that stealing is not serious!”

"It's serious, it's really serious." Yang Zhaoniang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Yang Zhaoniang then said: "Oh, this is really...you can't blame me. I've been unlucky these past few days. Whenever I do bad things, I get caught, and when I do bad things, I get caught!"

Duan Mingyu: "..."

What is depression? It's three dozen and one being beaten, pinch of hemp being hugged, wallet being stolen, wife slipping away with someone, leaving porridge at home, smelling that it's rotten, and eyeballs twitching I went to the hospital and the ambulance fell into the gutter.

You are so depressed, Duan Mingyu decisively messed up in the wind: "First of all, this is not a matter of good or bad luck, it is a matter of one's own quality, but you can't blame it all, this school also has problems, learn to promote quality education, Morality and knowledge are grasped at both ends, and they are severely grasped..."

The old teacher suddenly became angry, "Nonsense, the school has been established for hundreds of years, the teachers are strong, and the school has been flourishing since I managed the school..."

Duan Mingyu hummed and said: "What's so great about this, old man, have you ever heard a story, and you can tell you haven't heard it as soon as you guess it, so I will reluctantly tell you about it, this story The story is probably that an old donkey fell into a dry well, and the farmer racked his brains but failed to come up with a way to save the donkey. The donkey wailed, and the farmer decided not to bury the donkey. The neighbors came to help shovel the donkey into the well. Unexpectedly, the donkey shook the shoveled soil aside, stood on it, and slowly rose to the mouth of the well, and ran away amidst the amazement of everyone. This story tells us: When you are in trouble, there will be many people Come here to add insult to injury, and you may not be as good as a donkey, mister, let’s stay on the sidelines, so don’t fire Zhaoniang!”

"Zhuzi, An dare to insult me..." The old man burst into anger, and looked at Duan Mingyu with hatred in his eyes: "My master wants to fight you!"

"Okay, on the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, this number one scholar likes this rhythm the most!"

"Ahem, the old man is talking about Wendou." The teacher blushed suddenly, and immediately changed his words.

Yang Zhaoniang glanced at Duan Mingyu worriedly: "Can you write traditional Chinese characters? Your handwriting is always weird, and you still call yourself simplified Chinese characters!"

Duan Mingyu was furious, what, is it an insult to the literary talent of this number one scholar: "If there is anything I can't write, I can just write you the word "fa"!"

Yang Zhaoniang's eyes suddenly sparkled: "Wow, brother Mingyu, you are really amazing!"

Duan Mingyu evoked a strange smile insidiously in his heart. You have been playing mahjong for nothing for so many years. Duan Mingyu turned around and said: "Mr. taught me, please make a move!"

The old man didn't explain the rules of the game, so he just picked up a good sentence from the "Book of Songs": "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost; the so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water!"

Duan Mingyu suddenly petrified, and then he had an idea, and continued to continue the old man's poems: "When you see it, your face is fat and long; when you meet it, your waist is like a big water tank!"

"Really, it's an insult to gentleness." Although the old man admired Duan Mingyu's ability to adapt to changes in his heart, he still bowed his head and became wary of Duan Mingyu in his heart: "This is not counted, and it is a skill to be able to write poetry with confidence!"

Duan Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief: "How difficult is it to compose a poem? Sir, please listen carefully, but you will know each other once you meet each other. When you meet each other, it's better not to see each other. When you don't see each other, Ande will break up with you, so you don't have to work hard to make lovesickness!"

After finishing speaking, Duan Mingyu said again in the old gentleman's amazed and appreciative eyes: "I will make a couplet, if the old gentleman is right, I will voluntarily admit defeat!"

"Okay, the old man took it!"

Duan Mingyu lightly shook the folding fan and said: "One man and two women play three sex games, don't know four honesty and five shame, six eyes are facing each other, they are up and down, and they are very bold in nine postures!"

The old man scratched his head and scratched his head, thinking he couldn't let out a fart for a long time: "I admit it, I don't know if this little friend has a second line!"

Duan Mingyu smiled wretchedly and said: "Ten nine seconds shot eight times, although he has the heart of seven emotions, six desires and five birds, four times three times makes Er Dong feel unhappy and rush away!"

The old gentleman bowed and said: "Little friend, you are a talented teacher. I am really ashamed of this teacher. Tomorrow, I will leave the school and seek another livelihood!"

Duan Mingyu sighed: "Don't look for a job, the risk is too great, the heart can't bear it, and if you make trouble, you will be fired by the boss. It is safest to make tofu. If it is hard, it will be dried tofu. If it is thin, it will be tofu brain. If it’s thin, it’s bean curd skin, if it’s thin, it’s soy milk, if it’s smelly, it’s stinky tofu, it’s safe to make money!”

"Little friend is right!"

In the end, Yang Zhaoniang was resolutely expelled from school because Duan Mingyu had already taught Yang Zhaoniang enough, and the school couldn't teach her more.

Revenge, the naked Duan Mingyu let out a long sigh, the old man is really speechless.

I remember one time when I saw an old man picking up waste on the street on a hot day. Duan Mingyu bought a bottle of water and handed it to him. , turned around calmly and left, leaving Duan Mingyu sad and sad.

What the hell, it's such an aggrieved society, so Yang Zhaoniang and Duan Mingyu, one big and one small, walked out of the school indignantly, crying if they talked too much.