Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The old teacher who talked on the podium was shocked. His glasses were on the tip of his nose and stared at TU Hongao in the corner. "Well, my old man has spoken ancient Chinese all his life. No one has ever said I fart. Who said you fart?"

Ha ha ha.

All the students in the class laughed together.

Tu Hongao lowered his head and did not speak.

The old teacher cut off the chalk and threw it like Xiao Li's throwing knife. The bullet hit Tu Hongao's head accurately.

"Wipe your mother who threw it?" Tu Hongao was angry.

When the class was quiet, the old teacher stared at him, "get out!"

Tu Hongao immediately lowered his head again. Facing the teacher's scolding, he didn't answer back.

The old teacher picked up the teaching pole and came over and rapped Tu Hongao's desk. "Do you hear me? Go out. You're not welcome in my class. You shouldn't listen here. You should go to prison and get out."

The old teacher, named Yang Wenbin, is nearly 70 years old this year. Haichuan is the leading old Chinese teacher. It is said that many Chinese teachers in violet and several school directors are all his students.

In violet, Yang Lao is the existence of authority. He has always had a good temper. He has never seen such a big fire. The scene was silent.

Tu Hongao's face was black and his nostrils were stuffed with a piece of toilet paper. His nostrils expanded and spewed out his anger. He sprayed the bloody toilet paper out, "Hey, old man, I'll give you face. Don't be arrogant..."

"Get out! You can't stay with me for a second." Yang Wenbin scolded angrily, waved his teaching rod and knocked at TU Hongao. "I've been teaching for 50 years, and I've never been scolded. It's farting. You're the first. You can listen to this fart."

Tu Hongao was angry and helpless, "you dead old boss, I didn't say you just now."

"I'm talking about you, get out." Yang Wenbin scolded.

When his beloved woman was away, Tu Hongao was also hungry at this moment. He looked at Mi Xinghe and said, "boy, if I don't have enough, I will never lose a move. I'll meet you when I have enough."

"Fool." Mi Xinghe scolded arrogantly, "even old Yang dares to scold. You are tired of living."

Yang Wenbin reached out angrily to catch Tu Hongao, "shameless scum, get out of here."

Tu Hongao was annoyed by him. His arm shook and immediately threw Yang Wenbin out.

Yang Wenbin, a 70 year old man, fell to the ground and couldn't get up. Ouch, ouch.

The people after work were flustered. Tu Hongao's eyes changed one by one. It was natural for the teacher to hit the students, so the students shouldn't hit the teachers.

Moreover, old Yang is seven or ten years old. Tu Hongao is at the level of carrying a handle. What's more, he was the first to abuse Old Yang. A fart is a great humiliation to old Yang.

Several students hurried to help Yang Wenbin. Unexpectedly, Yang Wenbin suddenly had a heart attack and fell to the ground and twitched.

Tu Hongao was silly and at a loss. He pointed to mixinghe and said angrily, "I'll see you again when I'm full." then he ran away.

"Stupid goods without seed." Mi Xinghe scolded.

Jiang Wuchen puts down the book, walks to Yang Wenbin, squats down and presses Yang Wenbin's heart, slowly injects a group of vitality, immediately relieves Yang Wenbin's heart pressure, reverses in one breath, and the heartbeat gradually tends to be normal.

"I'm so angry, old man. I've taught all my life. Finally, I was scolded for farting. It's insulting me and you. If I fart, aren't you listening to and smelling farts? It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable..." Yang Wenbin complained endlessly.

Tu Hongao's position in the hearts of class 12 students suddenly plummeted. He was a bold and reckless man. Even the most respected teacher Yang dared to bully him. He was really shameless.

Yang Wenbin slowly stood up from the ground, his face pale, "Jiang Wuchen, thank you."

Jiang Wuchen waved his hand. "Old Yang pays more attention to his body. The wax torch turns gray and the tears begin to dry. The spring silkworm does its best when it dies. I hope you can continue to shine and heat and cultivate more and better students."

"If so, what's the use of my teaching?" Yang Wenbin said bitterly.

"Tu Hongao is rude. I'll teach him later and ask him to apologize to the teacher." Jiang Wuchen said.

Mi Xinghe: "old Yang doesn't have to blame himself. His grandson scolded me."

"I will report it to the school board." yang beat his chest and feet.

……

It may be affected by this. Tu Hongao didn't show up all afternoon, and Xie Lebo wasn't there. Zhong Zhenzhen went to an off campus cram school in order to make up for Li Li Li's lessons. He said he worked hard for 100 days and was admitted to Shenzhou University.

The students in the classroom walked a lot and left a lot of space.

Jiang Wuchen sat in his position and read carefully. Mi Xinghe couldn't sit still and quietly sent a wechat to Zheng Shao, "this was the case before Jiang Shi?"

"It's always been like this," Zheng Shao replied. "Mr. Jiang said it was training concentration."

The Milky way is not in words.

After school, you Wu called and told Jiang Wuchen about brother snake these days. Jiang Wuchen smiled and didn't take it to heart, but handed it over to you Wu.

At the school gate, Jiang Wuchen, Zheng Shao and Mi Xinghe came out, but they saw Matsushima Jixiang standing by the black Toyota, looking this way all the time. After seeing Jiang Wuchen coming out, there was a touch of light tension on his white face, but they still summoned up the courage to wave here.

"You go to Chongyang Island first." Jiang Wuchen said, and walked to Matsushima Jixiang.

"There are really a lot of confidants around master Jiang. When Matsushima Jixiang first came to Haichuan, I don't know how many rich CHILDES came to visit. She didn't pay attention, but now she took the initiative to find master Jiang..." Mi Xinghe sighed.

"Did you find her back then?"

"No, absolutely not." Mi Xinghe didn't dare admit it and quickly turned and left.

……

Looking at his tall figure and slightly nervous look, Jixiang Matsushima said with a faint smile on Jiang Wuchen's face, "what's the problem?"

"No, i... I'll send you something," Matsushima Jixiang said.

"What?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

"In the... Car." Matsushima Jixiang said.

They went to Matsushima Jixiang's car. Matsushima Jixiang opened the trunk with four sacks containing 20 million bills.

Jiang Wuchen was stunned. "Do they plead with you?"

"I don't want to hurt anyone. They promised to let my brother go. They can't take it out. That's all. They want me to help intercede."

"Well." Jiang Wuchen nodded, "how would you plead?"

Matsushima Jixiang didn't dare to look at Jiang Wuchen's eyes like a knife. He immediately lowered his head and his cheeks were red. "I don't know. Sometimes I think they are pathetic. As long as I let my brother go, I never want to see them."