When a beast becomes a teacher of the people

This eleventh, it was rare for Lu Qing to stay at home leisurely, turning into a cat shape, lying lazily basking in the sun in front of the French windows in the living room, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, a group of kittens crawling around on him.

I haven't seen each other for a week. Under Xu Yelei's meticulous care, those kittens have grown up a lot. Nine of them rushed up together, and instantly buried Lu Qing until only the tip of its tail remained.

The tits are fierce and the tits are fierce, as expected of a cub who will be a cat demon in the future.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang, and Lu Qing was still lazy. Xu Yelei, who was making food for the kittens, had to run to open the door. When he opened the door, he was stunned, and his voice hesitated: "Mr. Hu? Why are you here?"

"I called Lu Qing's cell phone and he didn't answer it. I had something to ask him, so I just came here."

Xu Yelei looked at the place where Lu Qing was lying on his stomach, and found that the tip of the remaining tail began to flick slightly, and suddenly understood: "Then you come in first, and I'll pour tea."

"Mr. Lu...?" As soon as Hu Zhining came in, he saw the group of kittens in the living room at a glance, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Boss is still sleeping upstairs..." Xu Yelei said shyly.

"It's okay, I'll just wait here, let him rest, he's probably exhausted these days." Hu Zhining couldn't help but go up to pick up a kitten, feeling like his heart was about to melt.

Xu Yelei was speechless, he just said if he wanted to suck a cat, his boss's body was obviously as strong as a cow.

"Cute~ tell me what's your name?" Hu Zhining poked the cat on his lap.

"Mi?" The little milk cat couldn't understand at all, it turned over when it was poked, exposing its belly, and ignorantly picked up the tip of its tail and began to bite.

Hu Zhining immediately took out his mobile phone and started to shoot videos, completely forgetting his purpose of coming here.

"Mimi Mimi Mimi!"

At this time, a group of kittens ran over and surrounded Hu Zhining's feet, and some of them climbed up his trousers. Unfortunately, the trousers that Hu Zhining was wearing today were made of silk, and those kittens couldn't climb up, so they screamed anxiously.

Hu Zhining looked around, but there was no one, so he simply sat on the ground, and then lay down——

He has long wanted to experience the feeling of being buried by a cat!

It's just that as soon as he lay down, he met a pair of golden cat's eyes, which were full of sarcasm, as if to say: "Just this little talent..."

"You were raised by him!"

Hu Zhining was surprised, but soon recovered, and quickly hugged Lu Qing on his lap: "Sure enough, things follow the master's personality, tsk tsk tsk... This ferocious face is almost carved out of the same mold."

Lu Qing was lazily lying on his stomach, his paws froze at any time, as long as Hu Zhining's hands were wrong, he would tear them apart.

It may be because he was caught by Lu Qing last time, but Hu Zhining was quite restrained this time. After observing for a while, Lu Qing relaxed his vigilance, stretched out a paw reservedly, and made an invitation to help smooth the hair.

Anyway, I'm so familiar with it, it's okay to ask him to help smooth out his hair, after all, there are some places that I can't reach by licking.

Hu Zhining was flattered and picked up the small meat pad, squeezed it lightly, the soft and springy feel made him sigh, and it also made him feel like he was about to move. He hugged Lu Qing and faced him: "It's cruel, let's discuss something." Okay?"

Lu Qing:? ? ? ?

……

It was already noon when Hu Zhining came, and he had the audacity to have a lunch.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the two began to discuss business matters.

Lu Qing was wearing home clothes, and his face was very bad: "What do you want from me?"

"It's like this, the week after November is the sports meeting..."

Lu Qing was a little confused, "I know, but isn't that the student's own business?" He doesn't care about these things, and it is best to let the students develop freely.

"Maybe I also want to participate in the show"

"Of course not." Hu Zhining sweated a little.

"It's a matter of clothing. Generally speaking, uniforms are uniform for those who walk in the phalanx at the sports meeting. Even if we don't walk, we still have to wear them."

"Oh oh oh! Then I don't care." The students order their own clothing, and the money is paid by the class fee. This also allows the students to develop freely.

"No, 'we' also want to wear it!" Hu Zhining emphasized again, a little dumbfounded.

He threw a mobile phone to Lu Qing: "Look for yourself."

Lu Qing picked it up suspiciously. It was a Taobao page that provided customized clothing. Lu Qing looked at it twice and was shocked: "We want to wear it too."

Yes, Hu Zhining nodded sadly.

What the hell is the skull, the cross, the bloody chaos printed on the T-shirt, and the "Reaper" hat, and the zombie suit, wearing this thing to the opening ceremony...

Lu Qing couldn't believe it: "What do they think? Doesn't the zombie attack have no AC value for the principal's psychological endurance?"

It is estimated that they are about to face a blackened Tyrannosaurus rex before they play...

"Cough..." Hu Zhining was also very helpless, but those little brats were so excited that they were terribly excited. It was useless for him to euphemistically mention it yesterday, so he had to come to Lu Qing to exercise the privilege of the head teacher.

"This is absolutely impossible. Call them all back...Warn them for me, don't make any fools."

Lu Qing paced back and forth in the room, glanced at the phone screen, still worried, so he went off to choose the clothes himself.

"That's it!" Lu Qing made a decision.

Hu Zhining looked at it and nodded. Lu Qing chose a T-shirt with a white gradient theme. Boys are ocean blue, and girls are rose red to pink. It fits the summer theme very well, and is very youthful and lively. It looks very small and fresh. .

"Okay, then I'll tell them." Then he sent the Taobao page to the student group of their group.

Those little bastards are about to blow up, Hu Zhining thought to himself.

But it was strange that after a few minutes, the group was deadly silent.

Or that private group——

【Brother Super:! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Brother Chao: Have you been supervised to memorize Chinese common sense?]

【Guo Xiaojie: Fingers.jpg】

【Guo Xiaojie: Parents are not here...】

【Guo Xiaojie: Envious of ing...】

[Boss Han: The hand that lights the cigarette trembles slightly.jpg]

[Boss Han: I underestimated him too much. 】

【Xu Zixin: Silent mourning...】

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Things have to start after the parent meeting. Lu Qing sent 300 common sense questions to each parent, asking them to supervise their children's recitation every day. How to supervise?

After each parent confirms that the child will recite the meeting, they will check in and sign in the group.

Of course, this is limited to students with a score of 70 or more in the language test.

As for those below [-] points, the way to check in is not to sign in, but to take a short video. Lu Qing will check after get off work to make sure that he has memorized everything correctly.

So after the parent-teacher meeting this month, the students were surprised to find that instead of being scolded, they received warm greetings from their own families that they hadn’t seen for a long time, and some even got pocket money.

But in the early morning of November, what they ushered in was not the National Day, but 300 questions about Chinese general knowledge in high school.

All kinds of heartache and blood and tears are beyond words.

On the last day of Eleventh, Xiao Zihan finally couldn't bear it——

[Boss Han: Is our level like this? Don't you have any b numbers in mind?ah! ! ! ! 】

The author has something to say:

Lu Qing (indifferent face): No.

I went to bed late yesterday, I have classes in the first and second periods this morning, and there is another chapter in the evening, so what?