physical education teacher

Yan Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, so that Caesar mistakenly thought that he was confused by the conditions he set.

However, at this moment, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly sneered. He lightly raised his chin, and made a graceful arc under the dazzling sunlight. Under the sunlight, no blemishes could be seen on his fair neck: "I don't care what you are. Identity, in short, this is a society ruled by law.”

His voice was also cold, clearly immature, but at this moment there was a trace of ascetic majesty.

Caesar looked at him with the corners of his mouth amused, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, and he couldn't calm down for a long time: "...Xiao Xiaoyu, are you telling me that you are a gang member? Am I a society ruled by law?"

"So what? This is the rule. I just want to tell you not to be too arrogant." Yan Xiaoyu squinted his eyes and stared at him closely, but there was an arrogance that Caesar had never seen in his voice.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyu is like a proud Persian cat in Caesar's eyes. There is obviously no reason for him to worship and pursue, but he can raise his forehead while he is watching coldly, squinting his eyes to show with his pride.

Although Caesar walks in the darkest side of the world, he is the most shining star in the darkness. His life is very simple, so he just licks the blood-stained knife tip and is worshiped by several people.

Yan Xiaoyu is not an idiot. From the first time he came into contact with Caesar, he already felt the strong murderous aura of this foreign boy. Yes, stronger than anyone else. It's a person who laughs lightly and speaks softly with self-knowledge. He can't afford to provoke such a person.

But even so, he still couldn't figure out his true identity, but felt that he was dangerous out of his survival instinct...

Looking at the vigilant eyes on Hui Xiaoyu's face, Caesar suddenly chuckled, the smile was shallow but charming, and there was a deep light in the blue eyes, which was so hopeless despite the bright light: "It's fine if you don't want to, after all, I still like the deal you want me to do."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave, but before he walked out two meters away, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly stopped him: "Wait!"

Caesar turned back with a smile, and he knew that no one rejected him, even if it was a small talk.

"That..." Yan Xiaoyu swallowed, looking at the sly smile on his mouth, he was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

"What? Regret it?" Caesar raised his eyebrows, looking at Yu Xiaoyu with a condescending look.

Yan Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly: "That... buddy, can you push me back?"

At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was silent. Yan Xiaoyu looked at the petrified Caesar in front of him and shrugged helplessly. There was no way, every time he saw a confident brother, he wanted to hit him.

Caesar swears, he has never been so humiliated since he was a child!

And no one has ever dared to tease him like this before. He looked at Yan Xiaoyu, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally hooked his mouth slightly, wantonly raising a dangerous smile: "Very well, I will remember you, Yan Xiaoyu." .”

After saying this, Yan Xiaoyu thought that he would throw up his sleeves and leave, but he didn't expect that this guy came back and silently supported Yan Xiaoyu's wheelchair.

Lowering his head and looking helplessly at the ground, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly uttered: "Brother, where are you taking me?"

Caesar had no expression on his face, and his voice obviously suppressed a wave of anger: "Go back to the ward."

What a great general!Yan Xiaoyu admired silently in his heart but didn't say it out of his mouth.

Putting Yan Xiaoyu on the bed, Caesar left the room. It could be seen that this guy was very angry, but Yan Xiaoyu didn't have the slightest sense of causing trouble. Instead, he dialed the boss's phone very calmly: "Boss, the school What does that mean? Can I go back?"

Jin Yiren on the other side of the phone was obviously also anxious: "How's your leg? Can you stand up now?"

Although the other party couldn't see, Yan Xiaoyu nodded very seriously: "I can walk with a cane, but teaching physical education seems to be a bit difficult."

"I know that, but I'm afraid you'll have to change jobs when you go back this time." Jin Yiren's voice became a little low.

"Do you want me to be the principal?" Yan Xiaoyu became excited for a moment.

However, in exchange for Jin Yiren's standard national scolding: "Be your sister! Do you think my family runs the school?"

"If you don't want to be the principal, why don't you let me be the director?" Obviously, Hui Xiaoyu is a standard optimist, so what he thinks about is always an ideal state.

Jin Yiren's forehead clearly showed a big fork, and he wanted to scold him but felt a little powerless, so he had no choice but to support his forehead and said, "Son, you think too much."

"Uh...then what am I going to do when I go back?" Yan Xiaoyu said pitifully, as if there was nothing else but the cleaners, but...he would definitely not To be a cleaner, even if it is to protect the next boss!

But it turned out that Hui Xiaoyu was not so sad, because the boss said: "Continue to be a teacher."

After saying this, Jin Yiren obviously paused for a long while before re-speaking: "But this time you will be the head teacher of Class [-] of Senior High School, and the subject you will teach is English."

When hearing the term English, Yan Xiaoyu obviously felt that a gust of wind was blowing, and then he was messed up in the wind...

English, well, he seems to have heard correctly, it is English.

If you insist that the subject of physical education can be taught as long as you know how to fight, how do you explain it in English?

For a deeply patriotic person who never fails in English, and who basically relies on gangsters in the exam to speak English, it is really too far away from him. The distance between them is several light years farther than the Great Rift Valley in East Africa. !

You must know how it is possible for Hui Xiaoyu to teach English if he can't even remember all 26 letters! ? !

So he almost roared and said, "Boss, although I was born in the golden age of reform and opening up, I am too patriotic and despise Western capitalist countries too much, so...you understand. "

In fact, Jin Yiren felt a little depressed about this result, but he was not a member of the board of directors of Lixin Middle School after all. At that time, he spent a lot of money to clear up the relationship so that Yan Xiaoyu could become a school, but even so he only became a physical education teacher.

But this time, Yan Xiaoyu suffered a broken leg, so he was obviously going to leave the job, at least he couldn't teach in the near future.

The school was concerned about his behavior of self-sacrifice and the influence of public opinion, so he planned to let him be the head teacher of Class 21. After all, Hui Xiaoyu's resume stated that he was a famous normal university, so English is a subject that lives in the [-]st century. The language school, which is a must for everyone, naturally thinks that a handsome young man like Yan Xiaoyu can teach him well.