My name is Liu Jianjun. I never expected that my family would give me such a name that carries a strong imprint of the times.
Of course, I don’t dislike this name, but I am troubled by the fact that some scholars make fun of it.
From childhood to adulthood, this scene has been repeated - when I say the three words "Liu Jianjun", the other party's reaction is always the same, either they can't help laughing, or their faces are full of suspicion, convinced that I am making up a fake name.
I had no choice but to take out a screenshot of my ID card to prove it, but I still couldn't escape the laughter.
Although most of these smiles were harmless, they were still difficult to accept.
But I don’t blame my dad, because he is Liu Jianguo, the principal of Guangya Private School.
Tracing back to the source, all of this was caused by the old man in the family acting on his own despite the opposition of the whole family.
If he didn't have enough money for his entire family to spend in a lifetime, I would have made a fuss no matter what.
But... the old man gave me too much...
At school, I never dared to reveal my real name.
Once the students know about it, not only will their dignity be lost, but they will also become a laughing stock after dinner.
"Liu—Jian—Jun—!"
Liu Jianjun was sitting on the lawn waiting for Class 8 of Grade 1 to come down for physical education class when he heard an extremely unpleasant voice behind him.
Without looking back, he realized that she was the physical education teacher of Class 10, Grade 1, and she was also his former classmate for many years.
"What's your dad doing?"
"You're already a teacher, but you still speak so uncivilized?" The PE teacher of Class 10 sat next to Liu Jianjun, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Liu Jianjun, I want to discuss something with you."
Liu Jianjun couldn't stand this old man's behavior anymore, so he elbowed him hard in the back and said angrily:
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly."
"You are so ruthless, Liu Jianjun." The PE teacher of Class 10 covered his waist and grimaced for a while. After a pause, he continued:
"Look, last Monday in physical education class, the boys in our class were beaten up. You know, young people have a bad temper, and they're not convinced by it."
Hearing this, Liu Jianjun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it the boys in your class who are dissatisfied, or are you dissatisfied?"
"Look at what you're saying, Liu Jianjun. How could I possibly argue with a kid? How could I possibly argue with that brat Situ Wenyao?" Thinking of the scene where he was mocked in person by a few boys from Class 8, the physical education teacher of Class 10 twitched his lips fiercely, but he quickly suggested with a forced smile:
"Look, isn't there a sports meet next week? Class 8 will definitely sign up for tug-of-war as their group event, and it just so happens that our class is also participating."
"So let's start training in advance later, what do you think?"
"Because it was the boys in our class who suggested it, we can just send boys. It just so happens that our class has one more boy than yours, so it won't affect anything. You can just send a girl."
"No...you are really shameless." Liu Jianjun pointed at the two tall and strong men from Class 10 and a tank not far away, and said speechlessly:
"Are you training in advance? Aren't you just trying to get back at yourself from last week in front of the whole school?"
Although the boys in Class Eight were generally tall, their figures were well-proportioned, and compared to the apparent strength of Class Ten, they were still some distance away.
The most ridiculous thing is that this guy actually asked him to add a female student to his class.
It's just like when we were in school, as shameless as ever.
"Liu Jianjun, just tell me whether you want to compete or not."
"No." Liu Jianjun refused without even thinking.
"Liu Jianjun, you're not scared, are you?"
"No, your provocation is too old-fashioned."
"Liu Jianjun, so I understand that you admit that Class Eight is inferior to Class Ten?"
"Okay, okay, I admit that your method of provocation is effective. Okay, then let's train in advance." Seeing that the old student kept chattering, Liu Jianjun was given a headache by the noise. He was angry and amused, so he could only agree.
He actually didn't think that Class 8 had no chance of winning, just that the chances were slim.
At least Feng Youqing, the little tigress, is equivalent to three men.
If we calculate from mathematics, Class 8 has two more boys than Class 10.
Thinking this way, the chances of winning are higher.
Seeing that Liu Jianjun agreed, the PE teacher of Class 10 smiled and suggested:
"Liu Jianjun, how about this? If Class Eight wins the conversation, I'll treat everyone to milk tea. How about that? On the other hand, if our class wins the conversation, you don't need to treat us. Isn't that nice?"
"No need. It's not like I can't afford to lose." Liu Jianjun directly rejected the proposal.
Since it is a competition, it must be fair competition and the conditions must be equal.
He is unkind, so I cannot be unjust.
"Okay, it's a deal then." The PE teacher of Class 10 laughed out loud.
He knew Liu Jianjun too well and knew that this guy was most susceptible to the strategy of retreating in order to advance.
"Hehe...you are just bullying my good temper. I don't want to bother with you." Liu Jianjun shrugged.
Bully?
Don't want to care?
Hearing this, the PE teacher of Class 10 immediately became furious and grabbed his collar and yelled:
"You bastard, you've already seduced my only biological sister. What's wrong with me saying a few words to you?!"
"She's four years younger than you. How could you have the heart to do that to her?!"
"I tell you, as long as I'm alive, I'll call you Liu Jianjun."
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