C17 Eight Cents and Twelve Pounds of Head(1)

There are three people standing on a basketball court paved with stone. Xiao Lang was about to ask where the principal's office was when he saw a tall, burly, bald middle-aged man fiercely reprimanding two female students. "Look at how you guys are now. Short skirts, stockings, high heels, you must have gone crazy playing outside, right? Do you want me to find you a brothel keeper and you can go to work directly? What a scumbag of society, a scumbag who has no one to teach him!"

The two students gritted their teeth, their clenched fists trembling slightly, as if they were on the verge of exploding in anger.

"What? You still want to hit me? Come, come, hit me here. As long as you dare to hit me, I'll get you out of here immediately." The bald old man's saliva splattered everywhere, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became. Looking at his nonchalant expression, it seemed like he had predicted that the other party would not dare to touch him.

Xiao Lang watched with his mouth agape. He thought to himself, No way. Is this how the students are taught at the harbor high school?

Currently, society was filled with materialistic desires, and youths were deeply affected by the unhealthy atmosphere. Gambling, smoking, and drinking were very popular in the school. Even students insulted their students in class. There was no longer any respect for their teachers. The teachers felt a sense of pain from this, but this teacher's words were a little too harsh.

The tears of a girl wearing a short black skirt and revealing a pair of white legs started to roll in her eyes. She lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Director, we won't dare to do it again in the future."

"You still want to have a future? You pig." The bald old man said in a sarcastic tone, "Go home and reflect on yourself. If you can't write 8000 words, don't come to school for lessons." Finally, he pointed at another girl in high heels. "You too, the self-reflection needs your parents to sign. Both parents sign it."

The girl in high heels mumbled, "Ah, 8000 words, the number of words written in high school essay is less than 1000."

"You pig head and pig head rice bucket, now you want to write an essay? It's a remorse letter, idiot. You, it's you. Write 10,000 words for me. " The head instructor's finger fiercely poked her forehead. It was as if he wanted to poke her to death with his finger.

No matter how big of a mistake a student made, as the head instructor, his words could not be so sharp that they had no bottom line! To be able to open his mouth and say that he was a scum of pigs and dogs, to be able to attack people at all times, it was truly a disgrace to the integrity of a teacher. Besides, judging from the expressions of the two students, which also showed the sincerity of regret, the director of the instructors should give them more detailed education. He should be the one guiding them!

Xiao Lang could not bear to watch any longer. He walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, "Soaked, you are a scum, a teacher who should be punished..."

The bald old man only heard the words in front of him. He did not even raise his head and actually said in a welcoming manner, "You are right, you are a scum."

"Director, when I heard you speak, I felt a sense of superiority in my intelligence. As expected of the director, your words are not ordinary!" Xiao Lang patted the bald old man's shoulder and lit a cigarette in the wind.

"What did you say?" The director looked at the hooligan with the cigarette in his mouth and immediately felt disgusted. "You, which class are you from? Students are not allowed to smoke on campus, don't you know that? No, students are not allowed to smoke anywhere. Who is your form teacher? "

Damn it, this director must have been a middle-aged spouse who had lost his wife and children. He is at the back of puberty, and his menopausal period is ahead of schedule. His anger can even drive a rocket to the sky. Xiao Lang smiled and said, "I'm glad I'm not a student of your school, but I will soon become a teacher of this school. I just saw the recruitment notice posted outside the school, and it might fulfill my wish to be a teacher. May I ask where the principal's office is? "

"You? You want to be a teacher with that kind of attitude? Haha, this is ridiculous. Our school is recruiting security guards, you can do it, haha." The head instructor looked at him from head to toe, revealing a look of doubt and contempt.

Actually, Xiao Lang was not bad looking. The bald old man first saw him as a student. This was enough to prove that Xiao Lang had successfully concealed his ruffian aura. However, he always had a cigarette in his mouth that betrayed him. Moreover, he wore a simple and plain shirt with a yellow vest and black pants. No matter how one looked at it, he looked like he was here to apply for a security guard post.

The bald old man laughed self-deprecatingly. Why would he treat him as a student at first glance? He was absolutely wrong.

The head instructor could tell that he was not a good person based on his experience with problematic students over the years.

"Old man, can you at least give me some face? We might even become colleagues." Xiao Lang suppressed the anger in his heart.

Old man? The bald old man looked old, and he had a pair of black, old-fashioned eyes. He was bald and looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. Actually, he was only forty-nine years old. When he heard Xiao Lang call him old, his anger rushed to his head. He wished he could take out his ID card and show it to Xiao Lang.

"Haha, giving you face? You must be kidding me. Hurry up and apply for the job at the Security Department. You only deserve to watch the door. Haha, I'm dying of laughter. " The bald old man turned around and said to the two dejected students, "Did you see that? If you don't study hard, you will be like him and become a lowly person. You'll be standing at the door like a watchdog. "

Those aggressive words and insults had completely ignited the fury hidden deep within Xiao Lang's heart. He took a puff of his cigarette, stretched out his hand, and slapped the bald man's face.