After coming out of Dongfangman's office, he went back to his dormitory directly. Ye Yangjian ignored the gangsters who had been locked in the security office and called Alex, who was in the hospital, asking him to prepare to pick him up in the evening.
people.
With the list of items in hand, I wandered around the school with a cigarette in my arms, and returned to the teaching building through the stadium...
Looking at the young high school students laughing along the way, Ye Yangjian felt that his mood suddenly improved a lot. He didn't have many classes every day, one class every morning and evening. He played freely during the rest of the time and did whatever he liked.
Walking on the plastic track of the stadium, a football rolled to his feet. The students in the stadium whistled and signaled Ye Yangjian to help. Ye Yangjian was not vague and just kicked. He hung a little arc accurately.
The ball was returned to the students in the stadium, which caused a lot of praise. Ye Yangjian smiled and felt that his footwork was OK, thinking that he had one year left to teach and whether he would come to play often in the future
Play football or something to pass the time...
As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, he happened to meet Lao Yi who was so hot that he came back to change his clothes. The old boy had just returned from the security guard and tied the gangsters one by one like big rice dumplings according to Ye Yangjian's instructions, and then ordered his security team members to
Greeting hard, don't be polite...
"What should we have for lunch?" Ye Yangjian asked casually to Lao Yi's room.
"Eat... the cafeteria..." Lao Yi smiled and said to himself, "It's only the time to have lunch." He took people to run five kilometers in the morning and wiped Ye Yangjian's butt. He hasn't drunk the water yet.
In one mouthful, I soaked a cup of tea and sucked it.
"Okay! The cafeteria is just the cafeteria. I don't know how the food is?" Ye Yangjian smiled and took Lao Yi's teacup and took it. He also took a sip of tea.
"How are the students in your class? Didn't you find trouble?" Lao Yi has always been very concerned about Ye Yangjian's appointment as the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 3. Gossip is human nature, and Lao Yi is also a vulgar person, so naturally he cannot be exempted.
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"All of them are very cute students~~" Ye Yangjian smiled. He knew that Lao Yi cared about him, and most of the people who had been soldiers were more straightforward.
"They are just lost. They will grow up the day, but it will take some time..." Ye Yangjian looked at the students running and playing on the playground from the rooftop and said lightly...
The lunch was delivered by Lao Yi's security team. The captain had such privileges and did not have to queue up to make meals by themselves. Ye Yangjian found that the food in the canteen was very good. Lao Yi also got two bottles of beer, and the two of them had enough wine.
After eating, I ran to the rooftop with a cigarette in my mouth and bask in the sun and breeze.
"The sky is so good!" Ye Yangjian took off his T-shirt with a cigarette in his mouth, sat on the rooftop with his shirtless, with a pair of sunglasses on his eyes, looking up at the sky at a classic 45-degree angle
, with both hands on the ground and enjoying the sunbathing comfortably. The eye-catching black tattoos on both arms and the crisscrossing scars on the strong body all show strength and boldness...
"I've been hurt a lot!" Lao Yi was also a person who had experienced it. He glanced at Ye Yangjian's injury and knew what was going on. He said.
"Most of them fell in love with the Japanese. That time, I was a bit miserable. A good brother died..." Ye Yangjian looked very ruffian with a cigarette in his mouth, but the arrogance of an iron-blooded soldier was even more unconcealed.
"Fuck the Japanese?! Good guy! When will I be able to fight a few Japanese, it will be worth it if I die! Mom! It's a pity that I don't have that life!" Lao Yi laughed and took out two cans of Coke from behind and threw it away.
A can of Ye Yangjian took off his security shirt and threw it away. He wore a black elastic vest and sat cross-legged beside Ye Yangjian...
"Pirate Flag Squadron? I can't tell you are still a special agent!" Lao Yi's right arm was stabbed with a black skull flag with a sickle and axe crossing. His arms were solid and powerful, and his muscles were bulging high. Ye Yangjian only glanced at Lao.
Yi's tattoo was so happy. He was very familiar with this tattoo. I remember that when the army was in the competition, the most difficult thing for the spy company to fight was the Marine Corps.
"Tsk, I don't dare to go to Liangshan with you!" Lao Yi laughed, and Ye Yangjian also laughed...
After bragging to Lao Yi for the afternoon, Ye Yangjian saw that the time was almost over, so he put on his clothes and went downstairs. Lao Yi answered a phone call in the afternoon and said that someone would invite seafood tonight, and asked Ye Yangjian to come over after class...
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Teacher Xiaoye has one class every morning and evening...
Ye Yang Jianmans went to the classroom with the roster in order, very stylish, the only thing that was a bit disgusting was a cigarette in his mouth. The class bell rang, and Ye Yang Jian pushed open the classroom door and banged randomly
The class immediately became quiet...
Teacher Xiaoye glanced at the entire class and found that there were many people this time. He nodded with satisfaction, spread out the roster in his hand and prepared to call the name. If necessary, the necessary procedures would be required.
"Good afternoon everyone, I'm just busy fighting in the morning. Actually, I had a lot of things to say to you. I also know you have a lot of things to ask, but I think I'd better save it and enjoy your worries in the end.
Time in campus life. Since you have become your teacher, you will be your teacher for life and your father! As your cheap dad, I will not take any of your studies, because I have nothing to teach at all, so I won’t say anything else to me
I can guarantee that any of you can come up with mathematics, physics and chemistry is much better than me! Since that’s the case, I won’t be ugly anymore. From today on, my class teacher will only teach you how to be a human being! Let’s call it…”
"Yan Qingran...
Dong Shiyi...
Wang Hui...
Zhao Yangyang…”
"Okay, today's self-study..." After clicking the name, Ye Yangjian waved his hand and announced his self-study. In the school with top teaching staff of China-Australia International School, which is not a teacher who is knowledgeable and talented. Such an irresponsible manner
Maybe he is the only one who can do it.
Drag a chair and sat on the podium, touched the cigarette box in the pocket and threw it on the podium. After smoking a cigarette, I felt bored, so I took out the Desert Eagle pistol from the drawer, as if no one was around
I started maintenance. I fired a few shots last night. This thing is very useful for a large caliber. I haven't taken care of it since I got it. Soldiers love guns~ It's like prostitutes and prostitutes...
"Teacher, is that desert eagle a real gun?" Ye Yangjian's disassembly and assembly of "Pili Bala" attracted the students who looked down to read from time to time to time to look up. Zhao Yangyang, who was sitting in the first row, finally couldn't bear it.
He stopped and raised his hand and asked.
"Of course!" Ye Yangjian raised his head and smiled, giving a positive answer.
"Wow~~ The Desert Eagle is so sharp..." The fat man Zhao Yangyang couldn't help but exclaim at the silver large-caliber pistol in Ye Yangjian's hand.
"Do you know this gun?" Ye Yangjian was pinching the disassembled barrel and blowing it in. When he heard the fat man ask himself, he couldn't help but ask.
"Of course I know! Who doesn't know who is playing CSS?" Zhao Yangyang replied to Ye Yangjian with a strange expression on his face.
"Cs? Do you play Cs too?" Ye Yangjian is also a young man in his twenties, and is of course familiar with these classic games. In the past, almost everyone played them, but they were different from e-sports.
. Playing CSS in the army is usually performed as a tactical deduction for combat teams, mainly depends on consciousness and tactics. Whether the marksmanship is good or not is not the first element. After hearing what this student said, Ye Yangjian also attracted interest, and he found a
A breakthrough in communicating with students ~
"I'm not good at it. I was lucky enough to participate in the China-Japan-Korea Masters last year. I'm a master! The Desert Eagle is my favorite weapon. I'm nicknamed "The God of Pistols"..." Zhao Yangyang was proud of himself.
He said, at that moment he felt his turtle-like energy overflowing.
Unfortunately, Ye Yangjian bowed without taking a head, and he was even thinking dirty about another meaning of "God of Pistol"...
"Oh~ What's the point of that? Hello! Do you want to touch the real gun?" Ye Yang Jian's pistol was installed, and his tone was filled with temptation...
As soon as this sentence was released, the whole class was in an uproar. Now no one could read the book anymore, although few of them were really reading the book at the beginning.
"I think! Of course I think!" Zhao Yangyang was excited! He was so excited that even the chickens were moved!
"Come on..." Ye Yangjian raised his eyebrows and hooked his fingers, and the fat man immediately rushed to the podium.
Ye Yangjian was not too long-winded. He pulled the bolt with his spear in his hand casually. He first put a bullet on the pistol, then pressed his thumb and removed the magazine. After skillfully inserting it into his waist, he pulled the bolt with his left hand.
A loaded bullet jumped out of the jump slot naughtyly. Ye Yangjian snatched the bullet with one hand and caught the bullet and threw the desert eagle that had been unemployed to the fat man. A dazzling set of
The movements range from fast loading, loading, unloading bullets, to throwing guns, and proficiency is like a fancy show, making people overwhelmed.
"Wow~ thia!..." A burst of envious praise, and the students' saliva flowed all over the floor.
Ye Yangjian's move was actually in the army, and he was bored and learned to practice with the veterans. Over time, it became a habit of every time he loaded a gun. 177 Everyone has their own little habits.
Ye Yangjian is no exception, but the move he showed today really made the students in the podium amazed...
Zhao Yangyang, who took the pistol, looked at Ye Yangjian's performance and swallowed his saliva. He wanted to learn Ye Yangjian's movements to be fancy, but unfortunately he didn't pull the bolt after pulling it for a long time, and his face turned red.
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The podium finally couldn't hold back...
"Can you do it?"
"If not, I'll do it!"
"Teacher, I have to touch it, too..."
"If you want to touch each one, don't hurry up! Damn it! Don't rush up together, black guy! Help me maintain order... I'll give you priority... What are you girls coming up to do? Go down
Go down!..." Ye Yangjian obviously underestimated the students' interest in real guns. Seeing a large group of men rushing forward, he quickly spoke out to maintain order...