"Oh, Liu Zihong is really something.-- --" I sighed, patted Black Spider on the shoulder and said, "Brother Spider, when I see him, I will definitely have a good talk with him." Liu Zihong is relatively obedient to me, so it shouldn't be a big problem to get him and his brother to reconcile.
Black Spider might have really drunk too much, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes: "Brother Hao, thank you so much!"
That night, Black Spider and I drank for a long time before we went to sleep. The next day, classes were held as usual and nothing happened. However, the news that I was blocked by Zhang Yunfei seemed to have spread. During class, some people pointed at me and whispered, and Jia Tai seemed very happy. While playing cards, Wen Xin told me that he had a conflict with Jia Tai yesterday and he did go out to call people. He wanted to call his boss, Big Two, to come and deal with me. But when Big Two heard that the person to be beaten was Wang Hao, he shook his head and said he couldn't come. I said it was a pity, I wanted to see how big his dick was. Several people laughed, anyway, it was quite joyful. After chatting more, I found that Wen Xin was indeed very gossipy and knew everything about the major and minor things in the vocational college. But it's good to have such a person around.
The freshmen of the special class have started military training, and their slogans can be heard from a long distance away. The four of us were often bored after class, so we strolled to the big playground to watch the freshmen training. Training by yourself and watching others train are two different things, especially when they stand at attention. We are very comfortable sitting in the shade, but they can only stand in the sun miserably. Moreover, the instructors are very fierce and beat them at every turn. Basically, every time I go there, I can see the instructors beating people. Once when we were sitting in the shade to rest, there was a class standing at attention in the open space opposite. One student seemed to have an itchy butt, so he stretched out his hand to scratch it, and was seen by the instructor. The instructor started running from seven or eight meters away and kicked him in the stomach, kicking the student so hard that he couldn't get up for a long time.
The instructor was very proud of himself: "Is your asshole rotten? Why are you scratching it?" He spoke very dirty and did not have the qualities of a soldier at all. Beating people frequently is fine, but I also found that soldiers are all hooligans, often touching and caressing girls' bodies under the pretext of correcting their movements. Even though their movements are very standard, he would still go over to touch their hands, waists, etc. During breaks, you can often hear a group of students complaining. Li Xiaojie said, "Hehe, we are finally going to have a fight. Fights between freshmen and instructors are almost a must-have program in the annual military training of vocational colleges. It's just right to see if the freshmen of this year are brave or not."
One time when we were sitting, there were seven or eight freshmen sitting diagonally opposite us. They looked familiar to me. When they started talking, I remembered that they were the ones I saw at the entrance of the teaching building on the first day. One of them had a mustache and seemed to be their leader. They were discussing how to beat the instructor. Some said they would beat him in the toilet, while others said they would beat him with a sack. They discussed for a long time.
Watching freshmen being ravaged during military training became one of our extracurricular hobbies. Basically, we would come over after class to see if there were any fights. I felt that I was becoming more and more numb, and I found it interesting to watch the instructors beating people. A few days later, the first incident of a student beating an instructor occurred. It is said that one night, an instructor was left alone. After having a midnight snack in the cafeteria, he was beaten up by a dozen freshmen on the road. As expected, they were beaten with sacks. The whole process was very quick. The students did not say a word and left quickly after the beating. The instructor was in a more miserable state. He was beaten into a pig's head. The next day, a freshman meeting was held to let the murderer stand up. In this situation, who can stand up? It can only be left unresolved. However, the instructors' methods of dealing with freshmen have become more ruthless. They vent their anger on these freshmen, and they themselves are rarely left alone.
According to Li Xiaojie's analysis, a bigger storm is coming, and the process is very consistent with the annual gunfights.
Flowers bloom at both ends, each with its own beauty. Just when I was waiting for this storm to come, something happened in our class, and it involved me again. The thing is, as soon as the bell rang that day, everyone went about their own business as usual. Because it was Chinese class, my favorite class, even if the classroom was messy, I would still listen to the class (of course, not very seriously). Li Xiaojie and the others knew my habit, so they didn't gather around to play cards. Our Chinese teacher was an old man, knowledgeable, and his lectures were very interesting. I also liked listening to his classes. As a result, this teacher didn't come that day, and another teacher came. A young and beautiful female teacher, her hair was as smooth as clear soup noodles. Yes, I was also a little dumbfounded. It was Teacher Yuan Xiaoyi who I met on the first day. Teacher Yuan was still wearing that white dress, which showed her exquisite figure perfectly. Teacher Yuan stood on the podium and said, "Teacher Wu has something to do recently, I will take his place for a few days. My name is Yuan Xiaoyi."
Then she wrote her name on the blackboard: Yuan Xiaoyi. I have to say, the handwriting is really beautiful, as beautiful as she is.
Because I had a good impression of Teacher Yuan, I was also very excited.
I was very happy, smiling from ear to ear, and even quietly reached out to say hello to her. Teacher Yuan also saw me and smiled at me. It felt so good, and my heart felt as sweet as honey. Meeting a teacher you like and having a class you like is also a great pleasure in life.
There was a buzz around, and everyone was attracted by this beautiful female teacher. Obviously, they also met Yuan Xiaoyi for the first time. I said last time that I felt that Yuan Xiaoyi was a newly assigned female teacher, and my feeling was indeed correct, otherwise they would not have seen her before. The classroom was very messy, but this was normal. I don’t know which class Teacher Yuan taught before. I guess she is also used to the environment of the vocational college. Like other teachers, she just teaches her own lessons. I listened very seriously. I was probably the only one who listened carefully in the class. Teacher Yuan also quickly discovered this situation, and she kept looking at me. After each knowledge point, she used her eyes to ask me if I understood it. I responded to her with a smile and told her that I understood. So, our eyes kept meeting. This kind of eye contact is really good and beautiful, giving me an unprecedented novel experience. But to be honest, I didn't have any evil thoughts. Although I was a well-known gangster at the time, I was still very traditional at heart. I never thought that "what could happen between a teacher and a student?" I just simply thought that Yuan Xiaoyi was very beautiful, and it was great that she was my teacher.
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