The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Don't embarrass yourself.

Of course I won't embarrass myself, what is the name of the professor who speaks eloquently?Leaning at Tang Kexin, I asked, "What do you think is the professor's name?"

Tang Kexin's cheeks were flushed with excitement, as if he had drunk wine, "My surname is Cen, Cen Weiyu."

Cen Weiyu, I recited these three words silently in my heart, and followed the movement of the color block on the table with my eyes.

I can't see the appearance clearly, but the voice is clearly audible. The first half of Cen Weiyu's public class has ended, and now it is finishing.The assistant sorted out the materials for him, and the audience raised their hands enthusiastically.I guess they don't want to know about Yongchao at all, or they have never heard of the name Qingyangbi. Both Yongchao and Qingyangbi are just steps for them to get close to Cen Weiyu.

As for me?It's even simpler.

I just want to unscrew Cen Weiyu's head. If he has the slightest bit of scholarly integrity, he should uphold the rigorous and fair heart, peel off the cocoon of Qingyangbi's karma, and expose it bloody to everyone.

But obviously he is a villain, unconventional and doing the opposite, and his views that are completely different from the previous historians are indeed eye-catching.

Look at those girls who are not deeply involved in the world, they are so fascinated that they don't even roll their eyes.

"Professor Cen is my cousin."

A small voice came into the eardrums, I turned my head to look at Tang Kexin, and hummed meaningfully: "I'm going first."

"Then me," Tang Kexin grabbed the corner of my clothes reflexively, his eyes drifted, looking at me and behind him for a while.

I put my hand on the back of his hand, and said in an almost forceful tone, "I'm leaving."

Once Tang Kexin and Cen Weiyu took the hook, the familiar faces became hateful in the blink of an eye.

"You go with my cousin." I looked at Tang Kexin's trembling lips, and I bit the word cousin very hard.

Tang Kexin let go, and lowered her brows meekly, "Okay...Okay."

Walking to the back door, Tang Kexin suddenly caught up, "Brother Qing, don't you like my brother? Where have you met him? If he makes you unhappy in any way, I will apologize to you on his behalf. My brother..."

"Stop," I cut off his repeated questioning, originally trying to fool me, but when I saw Tang Kexin's slightly bent back, and his white fingertips intertwined with each other, I suddenly changed my mind, "Yes, your brother When I saw the hot and sour soup I drank the day before yesterday, I almost vomited."

As the saying goes, a dog can't get rid of eating shit, this saying is just right for me, the pain of others is my nourishment, Tang Kexin's bewilderment and bewilderment relieved my thoughts that were about to explode.

Nantah University, where Tang Kexin studied, occupies a large area, and is divided into three parts: university, high school, and junior high school.

I lost my way and unknowingly transferred to the junior high school. I was considering whether to save face and continue in the labyrinthine Nantah University, or temporarily abandon the bad face of not being able to manage fifty cents and call Tang Kexin.

Oh, never mind, I don't have a cell phone.

Mobile phone radiation can cause cancer, and mobile phone radiation can also cause dementia in young people. It is too true.

Since you can't get out, then take a good look around, the scenery on the left and right is not bad.

I walked in the shade with my arms behind my head.There was no sound in this place except for the cicadas cricketing one after the other, and yes, Saturday.

No, the tips of my ears twitched slightly, and the humming of the cicadas was mixed with other things, sobbing and cursing, as well as the muffled sound of "boom, boom".

I searched around and finally identified the source of the sound.There is a narrow corridor between the two teaching buildings in the north, which only allows two adults to pass side by side.

Glancing inside, it was very lively.

One lying on the ground, three standing beside.The one lying on the ground had different degrees of scratches on the elbows and knees, and gray shoe prints of different sizes on the beige shirt.

It's clear what's going on.

"What about the money?"

"All, it's all for you."

"That's all? Remember what I said?"

"Boom! Boom!" There was another suppressed groan when the body collided.

After watching the play for a while, it was really boring, the beating was not hard enough, and the beating was not screaming badly enough.I think that when I beat people, I stabbed them in the waist with glass lamps. Sao Nian, you are still far behind.

Pull away, pull away.

"Hey, you haven't eaten? Please try harder." After watching for a while, I really couldn't bear the petty fights, rubbed my chin and started to fire.

The picture suddenly stopped, and four pairs of eight eyes looked at me at the same time. There was a certain gap between the size of the teenager and the adult, and the three bad guys were obviously suppressed, and their eyes showed panic.Lying down is more like seeing my own parents, watching my eyes with tears.

I approached them swaggeringly, propping up the wall with one hand to block the way out.

One of them, Huang Mao, was calmer than his two companions. He pursed his lips and warned, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Yo, it's quite horizontal.

I looked at him with some appreciation, "Do you know how to fight?"

The four obviously didn't expect me to say this, and they seemed to agree that I was a good young man who drew his sword to help when the road was injustice.

"Huh?" Xiao Huangmao glared at me fiercely, and the others seemed very puzzled.

My comprehension is really low, I am speechless.

You have to show them yourself.

There was a lingering smell of alcohol in the corridor. I looked around and found several beer bottles poured here and there at Xiao Huang Mao's feet.

With that, I walked towards them in a dawdly manner.

Little Huangmao's composure is obviously pretending. They fight against weak people of the same age, but they are afraid of adults who are stronger and stronger than them.

A typical bully who is afraid of hard and soft feet, in short, there is nothing to do.

Or maybe my aura is too strong and they are intimidated?

I go in and they go back.

Walk a few steps, bend down and pick up a wine bottle.

He smiled and said, "Brother taught you how to fight?"

"Boom!" With a wave of his wrist, the beer bottle made a crisp sound as it hit the wall, and the broken green crystal and remaining foam shot in all directions.

Bengfei's glass shards accidentally scratched the side of Huang Mao's face, a thin line of blood dripped out, his pupils constricted violently and he fell to the ground, and his accomplices behind him were even more miserable than him.

I guess they wanted to scream, wanted to scream hoarsely, but they dared not make a sound considering the situation at the scene. The fear and panic in their hearts would only grow stronger.

I hold the wine bottle, pointing the sharp glass at my left chest, "Do you know where this is?" With a strong wrist, the sharpest glass is pressed against my chest, and the tip of the glass touches a point, and the fabric twists and folds around that point.

It seems that with a little force, the glass will pierce the fabric, the flexible flesh, the diaphragm, and the chest cavity in the next moment.

The beating heart was strangled by the throat.

"This is the heart," I explained and demonstrated. I picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground and squeezed it hard. Warm blood slid down the edge of the glass, and a sudden red streak was drawn on the clothes.

"A stab at the heart until it bleeds is a fight."

After the demonstration, I threw the wine bottle away, looked at Xiao Huangmao and the others, and said seriously, "Have you learned it yet?"

The blood was still flowing and couldn't stop.

"Learned, learned, we learned."

I vaguely heard crying, tut tut: "Then pay the tuition."

Then he pointed to the poor little boy lying on the ground, "How much do you charge him?"

Broken wine bottles, dripping blood.

Sanbao was taken aback, tremblingly, he took out lumps of money from his pocket, some red and some green, estimated to be about five hundred yuan.

The little yellow hair was quite responsible, and came without pushing their two companions, and walked up to me with the money in his hands, crying with snot and tears: "Brother, we will never dare again, and we will never bully our classmates again. Can you let us go?"

I just feel boring looking at their worthless looks, I clearly want to teach them to fight!

Who can scare someone who kicks a few feet and pulls his hair?

Dead wood cannot be carved!

They were crying so badly that I threw the money on the ground with my eyes, and then I turned sideways to get out of the way.

The three of them immediately ran out with hands and feet as if they had received an amnesty.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the corridor, I said harshly, "You know what happened just now, don't you?"

"I took a picture."

What responded to me was their panicked backs.

After bullying the child, I suddenly remembered that there was another child lying on the ground.

But the one on the ground obviously misunderstood something, and regarded me as a great good person who helped him drive away the bad guys.

I squatted on the ground to count the money, and he squatted next to me, looking at me carefully, "Brother, thank you."

My brother's yell made my tailbone numb, "What the hell are you yelling!"

"Bring it," the good hand spread out in front of him.

The child was covered in ashes and looked very miserable. He stared at my palm in doubt and asked, "What are you taking?" He got up and looked left and right, looking for what I was looking for.

I became impatient, and said harshly: "Don't pretend to be stupid, what else are you getting, protection money!"

"Is it true that I have nothing to do to take care of a group of junior high school kids?"

A child is like a petrified child, without panting for a long time.

I was impatient to wait, so I simply started to touch him along the seam of his trousers.

Unfortunately, not a dime.

"How much is the pocket money every day?" I leaned against the wall to treat the injury on my palm, saying that the treatment was not considered as a secondary injury.Roughly tore off the cut material and tied it indiscriminately.

"Pocket money will be issued at the beginning of the month, [-] each time." The child stared at my hand and said submissively.

Four hundred, I groaned, this is too little.Forget it, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

"They just bullied you?" I pointed to the direction where the three bad guys were escaping.

The child lowered his eyelashes and remained silent.

Tsk, it's quite embarrassing.

Can the face be eaten?

"Give me two hundred a month, brother to cover you." Like me, never shameless.

He still didn't speak, so I took it as a default and reported Tang Kexin's number on my own, "From now on, I will pay him every month, and if I get beaten in school, I will tell him. This is my secretary."

I feel that I have a conscience, and it only costs two hundred. Where can I find a good person like me!

"Qing, Brother Qing?"

A slightly hesitant voice sounded.

With the familiar tone and the familiar ending, I instantly realized who it was, Tang Kexin.

How did you find it?

I raised my eyebrows and looked towards the entrance of the corridor.

Two figures stood one behind the other, the sunlight was completely blocked, and I couldn't see them clearly with the light behind their backs.

The one in front is shorter, it looks like Tang Kexin in terms of height.

The ones behind were obviously taller by more than a head, with a handsome outline, they should be the cousin Tang Kexin mentioned, so I walked towards them.

A few steps away, minutes and seconds.

Those who hide in the sun are caught, I see clearly.

It's really hot and I'm cold.

The light and shadow seem to be deprived, and the gray-blue curtain is embedded in the sky.

I stared at the person behind Tang Kexin's side, and my eyes couldn't bear the slightest bit.

He has deep hatred, he is a demon.

He is Qi Guanwei.