"Brother Dao from Qianshui Street brought several people that day and beat the teacher half to death. Haven't you seen him always had dark circles during that time?"

"Brother Dao?" Li Yuzhong gasped: "You even know Brother Dao! Zhong Bai, you are doing well."

Zhong Bai said disdainfully: "They have absorbed me and joined the skinhead."

Li Yuzhong lowered his voice: "I heard that the cockfighter of the Speed ​​Party wants to come to our school to stop him! No matter how strong Mr. Liao is, can he beat the people of the Speed ​​Party?"

The Mongolian army disagreed with Zhong Bai: "The Speed ​​Party seems to have dispersed the Bald Head Party's territory in shallow water streets, and now A Dao is nothing."

"Didn't he drive Harley to show his eyes? We'll ruin his broken car."

A group of people whispered, arguing whether to beat or mess with the teacher.

****

The players of the Black Super League champion team were still waiting respectfully. Liao Xuebing said: "Thank you all for your hard work today, let's have a meal with me."

Li Qian communicated with Brother Bing, and realized that the distance was much closer, and said with a smile: "How can I be embarrassed to let Brother Bing spend money?"

"Nowhere, it's just a simple meal, it can't cost a lot of money."

The team members were pretending to be embarrassed, but their expressions were already excited: "In the future, when I go out to brag about steak, I can also pat my chest at others and say that I have eaten and drunken wine with Brother Bing." When Brother Bing was not angry, he was actually quite easy to talk, and everyone smiled.

After entering the second floor restaurant and sitting by seat, the fat chef smiled and said, "Teacher Liao, it's really rare to bring so many people to take care of my business today. What good dishes should I order? Today there are chopped pepper and peony roasted lamb, stir-fried quail in ginkgo, crab roe croak belly, and soft fried lemon chicken..."

The Black Super League player played a game and was so hungry that he was roaring. When he heard the chef screaming and reported the menu, he couldn't help but move his index finger and joy piled on his face.

Liao Xuebing ordered some people: "One, two, three, four, five... There are fifteen people in total, so just fifteen bowls of clear water noodles. Don't put meat on it. Pork is too expensive this year and cannot be afforded."

What? Qingshui noodles? Li Qian and others' chins almost all fell on the table. This was indeed a "simple meal" that was so easy to be more convenient! In the past, every time they won a game, their boss would always call the best hotel, delicious food, and drink with high-quality wine. This... the difference is too big.

Li Qian would rather pay for it myself. Lao Liao said again: "They are all poor relatives from other places, so they love to eat this and can't eat anything else. So I'll give me a portion of Yaozhu local chicken and eel porridge, the kind that is cooked in a casserole."

Fifteen portions of Qingshui noodles were served, and Liao Xuebing greeted enthusiastically: "Eat them all, eat them all, don't be polite to me, this is my territory, eat whatever you want. Don't be hungry." The team members finished eating the noodles with bitter faces, looked at each other, helpless.

Li Qiankou said with a slight slander: "Brother Bing, this noodles are so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious food in my life. I really want to have another bowl." The other team members were unwilling to fall behind and scrambled to flatter: "Yes! It's so delicious! I almost swallowed my tongue!"

Liao Xuebing looked strange: "Since you like eating so much, just serve another fifteen servings."

"Ah..." A noodles that Li hadn't swallowed for a long time spewed out.

"Haha, I'm joking with you." Lao Liao patted his shoulder and said, "How can I entertain guests like this? Waiter, come here, what did your chef just say, chopped pepper and peony roast lamb, stir-fried ginkgo quail, and crab roe croak belly, and then put ten boxes of beer."

The team members had nothing to say.

"You can eat with your throat and you can't keep a bottle of beer. Uh, if you get drunk, go back obediently and can't make trouble on campus. I have a meeting at half past five, so I won't spend time with you for the rest of my life." Liao Xuebing said goodbye.

Everyone stood up quickly: "Brother Bing, please leave."

Chef: "Teacher Liao invited a group of extras to highlight his majesty?"

The school has a monthly teacher meeting and a weekly class teacher meeting, which are held in the conference room. The class teacher meeting is not formal. The main task is to observe the progress of work in each class and the student situation. Usually, the principal, the director of the academic affairs department, and the director of the training are involved.

Liao Xuebing came to the conference room. The meeting was originally a general one, but Qiu Daqi suddenly attacked and accused Liao Xuebing of taking students to camp on Saturday for not paying attention to safety, which almost caused the students to suffer casualties.

"Only the students in our class know about this camping camping, who has reported it?" Liao Xuebing was muttering, but he retorted calmly, saying that the camping camping on Saturday was very safe and avoided the important things. He said that the students were also very satisfied. Not only did they gain knowledge on campus, but they also learned a lot in the wild to improve their thoughts and interests. The principal nodded repeatedly.

Liao Xuebing changed his subject and began to attack Qiu Daqi personally, saying how he insulted students, physically punished students, and smeared the school. Qiu Daqi was caught off guard and could not respond for a while. Fortunately, the old principal knew Qiu Daqi's usual style and did not investigate it. In the end, the two of them left nothing.

"Fight with me, you are far from you!" Old Liao quietly showed Qiu Daqi under the table with a middle finger. No one saw this angle. Qiu Daqi, who was opposite, could see it clearly. He was furious and made this insulting gesture. Unexpectedly, the movement was too big, so he saw it for the principal and knocked on the table and said, "Director Qiu, be a role model, and not be impetuous."

After the meeting, I rode a dazzling Harley motorcycle out of the campus. The car had been ravaged by Cui Zheng and others. What made them helpless was that the tires of this car were more thick than imagined. When I poked it with steel nails, I could only leave a shallow mark on it. I wanted to cut the brake line, but this was the steel line. Without the big vise, I would definitely cut it. I wanted to destroy the headlight, and kicked it hard and sprained my foot. The headlight remained unmoved. I wanted to scratch the cushion, but Ye Yuhu actually stopped it first, stroking the cushion with envy and admiration: "It's a pity that this crocodile skin cushion was ruined, so keep it."

So Liao Xuebing didn't feel that his beloved car was almost killed.

When I met Meng Jun and Li Yuzhong outside the school gate, they were doing bad things. They looked cowardly and wanted to bully Zhou An, who was pressed against the wall with a panic and helpless look. Li Yuzhong was slapped him in the face.

"Zhou An, I don't want to borrow some of my pocket money from you this week. Isn't it too unfavorable?"

"I, I really have no money, my family is very poor..." Zhou An replied flinched.
Chapter completed!