When the author meets the villain BOSS [Transmigration Book]

Mu Bai watched with trepidation as the white-haired old man approached little by little, fearing that he would encounter a bloody disaster in the next second.

Just looking at all the children in the house either shaking their heads helplessly, or lying on the door and window looking like they are watching a good show, or hanging up high without any business, it seems that none of them are worried that they will accidentally smash the old man to death and it will not end. Yes, as a newcomer, I had no room to comment at all, and with Nangong Qingyan's seemingly swearing guarantee, I had no choice but to suppress the mood to step forward to stop it.

It seems that even being an ordinary teacher in the Qing'an School is a high-risk job.

The old man stopped unhurriedly in front of the door, squinted his eyes and glanced up twice, then looked at the little guys who were peeking behind the door, his nose flapped twice in dissatisfaction, and took a deep breath again in one breath.Mu Bai knew that he had discovered the children's pranks, and must have been offended by their mischievous behavior, but at least nothing happened, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

But he only guessed the beginning, not the end.

I saw the old man slowly put a few books in his hand under his armpit, snorted angrily, and then raised his leg suddenly at a speed that didn't match his old and frail image, and slammed The foot kicked the door open.

The old man yelled angrily: "Every time you play tricks like this, can you bastards make progress?"

A few little kids couldn't dodge in time, and were hit on the head by the door that popped open suddenly. They cried out in pain and covered their heads with tears in their eyes.Fortunately, the old man was very accurate, this kick seemed to be powerful, but in fact he withdrew his strength the moment he hit the door panel, only hitting a few brats in a daze, and did not open the scoop on the spot.

The inkstone filled with ink fell heavily and shattered into several pieces on the ground.The black ink splashed up, covering the faces of several people.

At this moment, the silk thread wrapped around the inkstone took effect. I don’t know how those children did it. A dozen brushes mixed with a small porcelain vase shot at the old man like bullets the moment the door opened. .The faster the inkstone fell, the faster the writing brush and porcelain bottle flew out. The small porcelain bottle was open, and some black liquid splashed out of it, but it turned out to be full of ink.

The tricks of the children in the battle of wits are also being refurbished. The flaws that were deliberately exposed before are just blindfolds. The real blow is hidden here. .

A dozen brushes took the lead and shot at the old gentleman's face.The old man didn't even look at it, he stretched out his hand to copy it, and caught all of them in his hand.In a flash before his eyes, the small porcelain vase was in front of him again. Under the newly rising sun, he could see that the thin vase was filled with thick black ink.It is conceivable that if the force is not exhausted when reaching out, and a little bit remains, the liquid in the porcelain bottle will inevitably splash out, and all the liquid will be splashed on the person.

The old man chuckled: "Are you dissatisfied with the fact that I always make you a big black face? Watch it!" As he spoke, his whole body flatly leaned back, and he quickly lay down on his back with his head on the ground .

Mu Bai was terrified, and stood up abruptly, but saw the little porcelain bottle flying over the old man's head, but he didn't see any movement, and the falling movement stopped abruptly. Stand up again suddenly.

A skillful iron bridge kung fu.

Several "painted-faced cats" inside the door hissed in disappointment, as if frustrated by their failure in the challenge.The old man didn't seem to have hit them enough. After avoiding the porcelain vase with a beautiful iron bridge, he stepped on his feet and jumped a long distance without a sound. He stretched out his hand to catch it, and it flew far The vial reached his palm, and swirled it around.

When the small bottle stopped, not a single drop of ink flew out.

Mu Bai stared intently.Although this is the world created by his pen, imagination and reality are always two different things. It was the first time I saw such a handsome kung fu with my own eyes, and I was very excited.

Nangong Qingyan just rightly explained softly in his ear: "Mr. Guo was famous for his kung fu when he was young. Because he usually has a slow temper, loves to read books, and hates fighting and killing, people gave him a Nicknamed 'Slow Scholar'. Everyone in the world will give a thumbs up when they mention it."

These Mu Bai really don't know, in the past, his focus was on how the protagonist can subdue all kinds of friends with different personalities, and he didn't give any shots to the teacher on the podium at all.He whispered to Nangong quietly: "He is so good at martial arts, wouldn't it be a pity to only teach everyone how to read?"

He had already been introduced by Nangong in advance that they had completely different teachers when they were studying and practicing martial arts.

Old Guo raised his eyelids, and suddenly turned to Mu Bai: "What a pity? The more you guys want to wield knives and stick in the future, the more you need to study hard to understand? Don't listen to the principles of the sages, don't read first People's deeds, if you don't learn from the lessons of the predecessors, you don't know how you died when you go out. What I want to talk about is the word "righteousness", but you little bastards, do you know what "righteousness" is? Is it called "righteousness" to stab a friend in both sides without asking why? It's called "coolness" to draw a knife and kill someone when a word disagrees Do you know..."

He obviously knew that there was a transfer student like Mu Bai in the class, so he didn't look surprised at all, and as soon as he got interested, he started talking endlessly about Mu Bai.

This beginning is imposing and down-to-earth, put yourself in their position, understand it with reason and move it with emotion, it is not at all like the pedantic teacher in the stereotype, master!Mu Bai was shocked, and sat upright to listen to Mr. Guo's explanation.Unlike him, the little kids around him, even Nangong, showed a painful expression.

It's scary, Mr. Guo started his tirade again (→The alarm bells are ringing in everyone's hearts).I still listened to it so many times that even the most ignorant ones in class can recite the Nikkei fluently.

Facts have proved that no matter how reasonable the good words are, if they are fried over and over again, it will only make people smell full of burnt smell.What's more, Mr. Guo was not as agile as his skills when he talked about the truth, and he returned to his old-fashioned appearance. Although he enunciated every word clearly, the long-drawn-out tone without ups and downs was distracting. Min wanted to pinch his neck and shake him twice, telling him to spit out the contents quickly.

Mu Bai's first cultural class was spent with his eyes sparkling at the beginning, and then drowsy.The other children looked like they wanted to cover their ears or cover Mr. Guo's mouth, but they didn't dare to do it. They seemed to be extremely restless and uncomfortable after being chanted by Tang Seng.

Seeing the unloved expressions of the younger ones, Mr. Guo finally gave a cold snort and began to give lectures normally.During the period, he did not forget the little boys who attacked him at all. The principal criminal stood in the corner with the small porcelain bottle filled with ink on his head, and the accomplices lined up in a row, listening to the class upside down.

The old man euphemistically said: "Help them concentrate better."

Normal lectures are not so difficult, Mr. Guo probably also knows the pissing nature of these brats, and too boring righteousness is completely for them, easy to understand, and gives some specific examples from time to time.Mu Baiquan listened to the story with great interest.

Some of the other children listened carefully, some listened absent-mindedly, and some wandered off wholeheartedly. To Mu Bai's surprise, Mr. Guo was not very strict. The bear child became quiet obediently.

From a certain point of view, Guo Lao is really a god-man, worthy of the Qing'an sect of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Finally, after a whole morning, everyone let out a sigh of relief and rushed out of the classroom.The kid holding the ink bottle felt excited, his legs trembled, and the small bottle on his head toppled over, watching helplessly as a stream of black ink trickled down his nose.

Mr. Guo seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he smiled contentedly, and slowly walked out of the carved wooden door with the book he had brought.

The bear boy thought of going to the martial arts hall with such a big black face in the afternoon, his proud and fragile heart couldn't bear it, tears rolled in his eyes, and almost didn't leave two lines of heroic tears.

There was a piercing sound, and the child named Xu Rui picked it up without thinking, only to see a thin booklet in his hand.Old Guo's voice came from afar: "The organ you made today is a bit interesting. There are some gadgets here. You can study it if you have nothing to do."

Xu Rui was taken aback, and quickly looked down, seeing the four indistinct big characters "Kit Kat" on the shabby cover, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

He has always liked to tinker with organs and traps and the like, but this always seems not so upright. He has always been regarded as unrefined in Jianghu, and some people even think it belongs to the category of crooked ways. Unexpectedly, in his eyes, the old-fashioned and weird Mr. Guo Will give him such a book.

There is plenty of time for lunch, and children from outside can eat in a dining room similar to a large cafeteria, while "native-born" children like Nangong can choose freely.Generally speaking, parents are unwilling to specialize in this aspect, and will tell their children to eat with their companions. Except for a very few who are particularly spoiled and go back to their own homes, a dozen little radish heads quickly ran into the dining room.

Even those with advanced cleanliness like Nangong insisted on eating with everyone, but only brought a small set of tableware. Mu Bai secretly guessed that Nangongzhe must have contributed to his persuasion.

In the dining room, many adults and teenagers from the Qing'an faction were also eating, and Mu Bai also saw a gentle and gentle boy coming to greet Nangong cordially.

For the first time, Xiao Nangong, who had always shown a cold face, loosened slightly, and nodded at the man: "Senior Brother Ye."

Brother Ye!As long as the inner sect disciple of the Qing'an sect is older than Nangong, he should be called senior brother by reason or courtesy, but the only one who can make him show a little intimacy is Nangongzhe's only disciple at present, Ye Feihong.

Mu Bai kept an eye out, and quietly looked at the child who looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old.The facial features are not outstanding, but they look very soft. The corners of the mouth are curved just right, which looks very friendly. Although it has not fully grown, it has already begun to have the "modesty gentleman, gentle as jade" that people will evaluate in the future. look.

Well, it is one of the male protagonist's younger brothers.Anyway, the male lead is a harvester of handsome men and beautiful women, all the men have become his little brothers, and all the women have become his harem.Of course, a man can't have more sense of existence than him, otherwise he will definitely become a villain.

I don't know if it's because he's lost his mind, no matter how Mu Bai sees Ye Feihong now, he doesn't like it, he always feels that his smiling face is a bit fake.Even if you don't see that Xiao Nangong is very close to you, anyway, you have been with his father for many years, and you should always remember some old kindness. Why do you follow the protagonist and step on him when the bosses betrayed their relatives and divorced so miserable?

Mu Bai, Nangong Qingyan's former stepfather and now his father-in-law, decided to list Ye Feihong as one of the key observation and prevention targets in the future.