"You seem to be discussing something." Mrs. Smith smiled charmingly - Liao Xuebing could immediately feel the saliva that the old principal swallowed secretly - she finally saw Lao Liao: "You..."

"Madam, I am here to apply for the position of Chinese teacher at your school. But unfortunately, I failed." Liao Xuebing bowed slightly, and in front of a lady with deep temperament, he was unwilling to lose his demeanor.

"Sir, why don't you give him a chance?"

"This... Mrs. Smith, he has not obtained the teacher qualification certificate yet." Qiu Daqi hurriedly brought out the biggest reason to stop her from thinking.

"This is not a problem, Mr. Qiu, it seems that you have not figured out what happened to our school. The application notice has been released for half a month, and there are very few people coming to apply for the job. Now the teacher resources are scarce, and even two students in the class have not taken Chinese classes yet. If it spreads, how much impact will it have on the reputation of our school? I think this young man is very talented and he must be a suitable candidate."

Qiu Daqi took out his handkerchief and kept wiping his sweat on his face. "Madam, the key is that he has a tendency to violence. I am afraid that he will attack innocent students."

"Start it? Mr. Qiu, please pay attention to your wording. This young man is not a criminal." Mrs. Smith said coldly.

Qiu Daqi began to speak incoherently: "I, I just worry that he has no experience in his career and will delay the future of students."

From Qiu Daqi's compassionate attitude, we can see that Mrs. Smith must have some power in school. Although I don't know why Mrs. Smith has been speaking for her, I would be too sorry for her if she is not good at making use of it.

"Madam, in fact, I have been a tutor before, and experience is no problem for me." Liao Xuebing immediately spoke nonsense and gave himself a false experience.

"You! But you don't have a teacher qualification certificate! And there is no way to prove that you have been a teacher." Qiu Daqi almost jumped up and spoke.

"Yes, I don't want the school to have an unexpected situation because of hiring the wrong person." The old principal also said.

Mrs. Smith pondered for a while, looked at Liao Xuebing kindly and said, "Mr. Principal, I have a compromise. Before 6 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, he can take out the Chinese class notes from the first to the third year of high school to prove that he had been a teacher. We will give him a one-month probation period. In addition, if he can obtain a teacher qualification certificate during the one-month probation period, we will decide to hire him."

"This...isn't it good?" the principal hesitated.

"There is nothing wrong with students. You can't let students miss classes anymore. Besides, I am the vice chairman of the school board and have the power to decide how to hire staff."

Even the school director was moved out, and the principal had no choice but to compromise: "Mrs. Smith, I hope you are right."

Qiu Daqi thought in his mind: "At best, he is just a street gangster. Will he take out the text lecture notes for three years in one day? Even if he is given a month, can he teach students well? I am afraid that there will be many complaints and he will automatically resign. Besides, I am the director of the discipline, and I can also plan behind the scenes... Hehe..." Thinking of this, I was helpless and said, "Okay, young man, I will wait and see your performance."

Liao Xuebing cursed inwardly: "What bad idea did the old woman come up with? I'm afraid that the three-year lecture notes are not less than hundreds of thousands of words. How can I get it out in one day? It's obviously an impossible task. You can also go to the overpass to find fake certificate dealers to fool the lecture notes. What should I do?" He said with a dismay: "Uh, I'll try to give you a lecture notes before 6 pm tomorrow. I'll say goodbye."

"Mr. Principal, Mr. Director, I have something to do and I have to go out for a while, but I have lost my companion." Mrs. Smith also pushed the door out.

In the wide corridor, Mrs. Smith called out to Liao Xuebing, who was drooping his head and never looked back.

"Dear Liao, I guess you must have forgotten me. Regarding that incident three years ago, I always wanted to say thank you to you in person. You are an excellent young man." She smiled kindly, as if she was looking at the child who had high expectations for her.

"Oh?" Liao Xuebing was stunned and puzzled, and grabbed the back of his head and said, "Madam, what happened three years ago?"

"Believe me, you will definitely do it. You will become a teacher." Mrs. Smith did not answer positively, but instead smiled and encouraged him with a sincere smile.

Liao Xuebing could only smile bitterly: "Madam, in fact, I just said panic. I have never been a teacher, nor have even a little experience. I will definitely not complete your request to hand over the three-year textbook notes."

"Child, you have to believe in yourself. Just make a lecture notes. If you have any questions, you can call me." Mrs. Smith wrote down the number on a small piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Isn't this a hint that I'm fake?" Lao Liao took the paper in confusion, but he waved his hand and said, "I'll do my best. Goodbye, Mrs. Smith."

After the conversation, I left the school gate. It was at twelve o'clock noon. The huge bell in the teaching building made a long sound and the students were over. The school system is full-time, and they can only go home in the afternoon. Taking advantage of the lunch break, many students took the opportunity to sneak out to the small restaurant outside to eat.

The old guard asked him with a smile: "Young man, how are the things done?"

Liao Xuebing took a puff of smoke and said depressedly: "Don't mention it, it's all done by the director of the training. I have another chance tomorrow afternoon."

"Do you really want to be a teacher?"

"Nonsense, don't you want to think I'm here to seek death?"

"Maybe you go to Mrs. Smith, the school director, and she has a good heart. If you ask her, she will help you."

"It's useless, old man, if you have a girl you know, introduce one or two to me, and I will accept your love."

"Actually, I really want to do it."

Liao Xuebing returned to Aoshui Apartment on Zhuque Street. He was hungry and tired. He usually slept at this time. He used to make instant noodles and made thirty different calls within thirty minutes.

"Aqiu, do you know your friend who is a high school Chinese teacher?"

"I don't know you, do you want a friend who is a chicken?"

"Brother Nan, do you know a friend who is a high school Chinese teacher?"

"I have a friend who works as an electrician in junior high school. Is it OK?"

"Xiaobai, do you know a friend who is a high school Chinese teacher?"

"Please, boss, we are the underworld..."

Fuck it, it's all a bunch of food! I've known all day long that I've been in the underworld, either chopping people or being chopped up, and I have no ideals at all. Lao Liao angrily threw the phone on the bed, and his heart was extremely depressed. The noon sunlight shone through the window and shot on his gloomy face. He simply threw himself on the bed, his heart was in a mess.

Zhuque Street is named after the ancient site Zhuque Bridge at the east end of the street. This apartment has 20 floors, each with 18 households. It is located in Aoshui Lane of Zhuque Street. The location is not very good and the price is very cheap. It is full of idle people from all walks of life. There are two bedrooms and one living room in the house, and there is also an extremely dirty bathroom. The landlord and aunt come to collect rent every three months.

"Dongdongdongdongdong." Someone knocked on the door.

"Knock your fuck!" Liao Xuebing roared like a volcano that was ignited and said, "Get away, or you will kill your whole family!" His roar echoed in the quiet room, even overshadowing the neighbors upstairs who were practicing playing piano.

The knock on the door did not sound anymore. Liao Xuebing picked up the fruit knife with his left hand and held a small hammer with his right hand, and suddenly pulled the door open.

There was a young girl with a gloomy appearance standing outside the door, staring at him with a wide eyes wide open. Liao Xuebing was not tall, but his half-open clothes exposed a few strands of thin chest hair, bloodshot eyes, and fierce expressions, combined with the two murderous weapons in his hand, made him ten times stronger than usual. In the eyes of the girl, he was clearly a thug who chose people and devoured him.

"I, I, I just moved here and was about to say hello to the neighbors, but I didn't expect to disturb you. I'm so sorry, I, I'll say goodbye first." Forced by his momentum, the girl couldn't help but take a step back, and the small paper bag in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Stop! Otherwise, I will rape you first and then kill you again! Open it for me to see what is in the paper." Liao Xuebing stared at the girl coldly. Her panicked and messy eyes could not hide the girl's beautiful appearance. The tight jeans and T-shirt highlighted her delicate curves, and transparent plastic slippers wrapped in slender ankles showed that she had just walked out of the door.

"This is the snack I just made. I want to give it to my neighbors." After being scolded by him, the girl looked very wronged. She slowly opened the paper bag and suddenly a tempting sweet fragrance came out. Inside were four small cakes baked in golden yellow and made into the shape of piglets. "I'm disturbing you, goodbye!"

"Slow!" Old Liao threw away the little hammer and grabbed the cake with his hands. "I was hungry when I was eating instant noodles, and it just happened to be suitable. My name is Liao Xuebing. There are people who bully you on this street in the future. Remember to come to me."

"My name..." Lao Liao didn't wait for her to react and slammed the door, leaving the girl in the aisle with a surprised face: "Hmph, I must be a lunatic!" She thought angrily, and swung her slippers back to her room No. 501.

After eating the cake, my mood began to calm down. I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my behavior of swelling my anger on the head of an innocent girl. "How great would it be if I knew one or two scholars. Reading, well, reading... Why didn't I expect that when I went to the bookstore to find high school Chinese textbooks."

He did it right away, put on his clothes and went downstairs, and came to the "Sande Bookstore" not far from the entrance of the alley.
Chapter completed!