Chapter 810 Only Teachers Are Good in the World

"What's wrong?"

Huai Shi is puzzled.

"Huai Shi... do you often have violent impulses towards your kindergarten friends?" Mr. Luo solemnly put on his reading glasses and gave a sincere advice: "I know a good psychiatrist, do you want to introduce him to you? ?”

"...Can you please stop hurting me!"

"But this is because you are so wicked!"

Mr. Luo shrugged and spread his hands, with a look of shock on his face: "Look what you said! What on earth are you thinking about? Going to participate in a sword hunt? You are of such a generation, why do you still bully children?"

When he spoke like this, he completely forgot how happy he had been to abuse food.

Huai Shi rolled her eyes and was immediately embarrassed: "I'm only eighteen! Why do I bully a child?"

"People and their physiques cannot be generalized. You see, you were extremely angry... Forget it, let's not talk about it. In short, it is too embarrassing for you to participate in the knife hunt. I don't care about the people who lost the ivory tower, but You'd better let the orchard go, it's not easy for me to open a gym."

The majestic King of Tanba, the self-proclaimed master who broke the ground in Kyoto, went to participate in the sword hunting in the dojo. It was not such a shame.

Even if it's fun to hit children, you can't do it in broad daylight...

Huai Shi doesn't care, Mr. Luo also wants to be a little embarrassed.

You can't do this to make a name for yourself.

Huai Shi was furious: "Then why are you telling me this!"

"When did I tell you to go?" Mr. Luo asked back, slapping the table and saying, "Let your two students go! If the master has something to do, the disciples will do their duty, otherwise why are they teaching the students?"

"..."

Huai Shi was stunned, and suddenly felt that what he said seemed to make sense, but something was not quite right - after co-authoring himself, he was at the bottom of the pyramid scheme, and after becoming the leader, he turned around and started to oppress the newcomers?

"Wait a minute, what if something goes wrong!" Huai Shi sighed and retorted worriedly, "These are the students I taught myself!"

"If you don't pay more, get out!"

"Oh, that's okay..."

"Then, that's what happened with Dao Shou, and there's nothing I can do about it."

After dinner, Huaishi helplessly said to the two students: "Let's just treat it as an extracurricular internship. Considering your age, it's time for you two to go out and see the world. Our lives come first, competitions come second, and ideas come second." Don’t be reckless if you’re tough…”

"Okay, stop being so long-winded."

Mr. Luo couldn't listen anymore, interrupted him, and said forcefully: "Don't worry, I also know your level. That old man in Shangquan can get a hundred more, so you just have to make do with it, every day I’ll just get two hundred of them and bring them back!”

"..."

Yuan Yuan remained calm, but Lin Shijiu, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, had a twitching expression.

How come this doubles as a slap in the face?

Do you want them to slap the dojo in the face and break up with the sword master?

Cannon fodder, river crossing pawns, tool men...a lot of things that were not there suddenly popped up in my mind.

"Ahem, two hundred is a bit too much."

Huai Shi coughed, thought for a moment, and said, "Three hundred are enough."

? ? ?

Before Lin Shijiu had a hundred thousand question marks popping up in his mind, he saw his teacher giving him a meaningful look.

"Three hundred for two people." Huai Shi continued, "You can steal and rob as you like, but you can't miss one. Do you understand?"

Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, then nodded crazily.

The teacher's words not only reduced the number of words by a hundred, but also changed the relationship between the two of them, which in disguise reduced the pressure on Xiaojiu and gave him the opportunity to hug Yuan Yuan's thigh.

He was immediately relieved.

Only teachers are good in the world...

Moved to tears.

After the two left, Mr. Luo slowly took a sip of tea, then raised his head and glanced at Huai Shi, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Huai Shi, if a child is too used to it, he will become unruly, and he will not be successful in the future."

"There's nothing we can do about it, right?"

Huai Shi shook her head indifferently, "When I was a child, I dreamed that someone would pamper me. In fact, no one except the teacher would care about a wild child. Half of what I have achieved today comes from her compassion. , and half of it also comes from another black-hearted woman who often spoils me..."

He thought for a while and said seriously: "Actually, it doesn't matter if a person is used to something. At most, he will do stupid things when his brain is hot. It doesn't matter even if he has no future."

Mr. Luo sneered: "Are you doting on your students a little too much?"

"Shouldn't it be?" Huai Shi asked back, "If even teachers don't love their students, wouldn't the world be a little too indifferent?"

Mr. Luo glanced at him and looked away, but after a long time he couldn't help but shake his head.

"You are such a good teacher, Huai Shi."

"What about you?" Huai Shi asked.

"I'm not……"

The old man put down his teacup and said no more.

On the TV, there was a live broadcast of tomorrow's news.

Huai Shi sat by the window lazily basking in the moonlight, as if her whole body had turned into a plant.

Next, it depends on the performance of the children.

Huangquan Hirazaka.

Gorgeous Yingzhou sore.

Under the illumination of countless neon lights, it is a riot of color.

This is the city of eternal night, just like the legendary land of underworld, regardless of day or night. Once upon a time, this was the place of exile for the Yingzhou genealogy, but with the changes from generation to generation, it has become one of the largest trading markets in the entire Asia.

A lawless zone monopolized by agents from all parties, a tax haven for the rich.

After getting off the car, the boy and girl with the mission stood on the street, looking up at the stars and the dark night made up of twinkling lights above their heads.

There was a commotion.

"The knife hunt has been going on for seven days." The cabin in the forest said, "We arrived a little late."

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Yuan thought for a moment and said seriously: "Two days is enough. If we hurry up, one day will be enough."

She said: "How about two hundred for me and a hundred for you? I'll try to get as many as possible, and you don't just have to paddle..."

"I'd rather not paddle." The cabin in the forest said helplessly, "But I really can't beat it."

This is true.

The bruises on his face have not dissipated yet, and there is still a trace of iron light, which is Huai Shi's silver blood potion.

In the past half month, Mr. Luo's old man's happy stick has returned to the world, building his happiness on the pain of his students from another generation.

Fortunately for Yuan Yuan, the foundation laid by both the Yuan family and Huai Shi was solid enough. After the performance style inherited from Huai Shi had taken shape, all that was left was a lot of practice.

To put it simply, he was beaten three times a day by the old man in the morning and evening, with the time in between eating and summarizing experiences.

But Lin Shijiu was miserable. He was ravaged and tortured unilaterally...

The first time he saw him, Mr. Luo made the same judgment as Huai Shi: rotten wood cannot be carved.

It's unrealistic to expect this little guy to confront someone face to face, but it's too embarrassing and he will inevitably be kicked out of the family, so he has to find another way.

Don't ask him to beat others, just ask him not to be beaten to death by others.

Positive output is no longer expected.

Just run fast.

After giving up all training as a drummer, I focused on Yu Bu’s changes.

Lin Shijiu lived up to Mr. Luo's high expectations, squeezed out all his potential under the shadow of the old man's happy stick, and ran faster than Huaishi back then.

But this is not an escape contest, running fast is useless.

I rely on my teachers at home, and I can only rely on my junior sisters when I go out.

In order to stay alive and continue to eat, there is no shame in it...

"So, what are you going to do?" he asked.

Yuan Yuan thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Where is the most lively place here?"

When dealing with alliance affairs, Lin Shijiu often ran here. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Two places, Central Avenue and Dome Square."

"Then let's take Central Avenue." Yuan Yuan said.

Lin Nineteen was completely stunned: "...wait, don't you think about it?"

"The original family never considered the place when fighting."

Yuan Yuan glanced at him, picked up the piano case beside him, and left.

Half an hour later, in the Huangquan Hirazaka, the busiest place on the Central Commercial Avenue, in front of the bustling crowd, Yuan Yuan put down the piano case, raised his hand, propped up the high chair, and put it on the road.

Like a wandering luthier getting ready to perform.

It’s just that the location of the performance is really not the place.

Right at the crossroads.

Right in the center.

The girl in the gray skirt leaned on the chair and stared at the cars quietly, letting countless cars speed by. He didn't seem to realize how eye-catching he was and how much attention he attracted.

"Little girl, this is not a place for you to perform." The patrol guard walked to the side and reminded her: "You shouldn't be here."

"Don't worry, I'll just sit down for a while."

Yuan Yuan replied: "Are you going to drive me away?"

"Why, I'm not a traffic policeman." The guard didn't bother to cause trouble: "But if someone wants to take care of it, they may not be so polite, and they may not..."

He thought for a moment and carefully found an adjective: "'friendly'."

"rest assured."

Yuan Yuan smiled, "I'm not afraid."

The guard shrugged, turned and left. He held his dinner sandwich and stood not far from the intersection. He opened his mouth to look at it and started eating. He didn't forget to take off his thermos cup to take a sip of tea.

"It's so beautiful."

The middle-aged man next to him was leaning on the telephone pole, smoking a cigarette, staring at the way the gray skirt of the girl in the distance was fluttering in the wind, and couldn't help but smile.

"Don't you care?" the guard asked.

"I do not care."

The man who was supposed to take care of things was smoking, "Why should I take care of it?"

"I thought she would get in the way of your business."

"It's nonsense. Such a pretty girl is sitting there, like a sign, attracting so many people's attention. I really can't wait for her to sit there all night."

The smoking man shrugged: "You see, good-looking people always have privileges."

"Okay." The guard swallowed the salmon fillet that squeezed out from the edge of the sandwich, took the last two bites, wiped his mouth and threw the paper into the trash can.

"You have the final say here," he said.

"It's just that other people may not be so polite." The guard said: "She looks like my daughter, a little thinner than her. I'm afraid someone will cause trouble for her."

The smoker was amused, "If she didn't want to cause trouble, why would she move a chair and sit on the road? She can handle it."

"What if she can't handle it?"

The man thought for a moment and said seriously: "I'll get it done, and then I'll pay for her to sit in front of our clothing store for a whole year..."

The guard couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Under the neon lights in the distance, someone finally couldn't hold himself back.