C18 Eight Cents and Twelve Pounds of Head(2)

The bald man was laughing so hard he threw himself back and slapped him so hard that his glasses fell off and stars popped out of his eyes.

"You, you motherf * cker..." The bald old man pointed at Xiao Lang and cursed.

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Lang struck the iron while it was hot and slapped him again and again. As he slapped, he said, "If you have the ability, continue to scold me. Damn it, if you are sick, treat your illness and go crazy at me. I am not a fucking veterinarian."

After seven or eight slaps, the bald old man felt stars in his eyes. His face was so hot that it felt like it had been stirred up. His body, which was more than eighty kilograms, finally could not help but fall to the ground. A few fallen leaves splashed up. The two students beside him were already stunned. In their panic, they didn't know whether to stop Xiao Lang from continuing his assault or to help him beat up the director Chung Wuji whom they hated to the core.

However, the two of them looked at Xiao Lang with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

The bald old man knelt on the ground and touched around. It seemed like he was looking for his glasses. As soon as he put on the glasses, he started shouting, "It's your fault, Wu Ling. Why aren't you calling the police?" He forced himself to stand up shakily and rolled up his sleeves. "I'm telling you scum, I used to be a Taekwondo black belt..."

"Taekwondo, right? Black belt, right? Call the police, right?" Xiao Lang did not hold back at all. He kicked the bald old man in the chest. The other party exclaimed and saw him fly away in a shit-eating posture.

The two students hurriedly looked up to the sky. "I'm sorry, Director. We didn't see anything. We don't have a phone either. If there's nothing else, we'll go back and write a self-reflection."

Xiao Lang stopped and lit another cigarette. He slowly walked to the bald old man and bent down. He looked at the director who was looking for glasses on the ground and spat at him. " Did you treat the enemy as a Coke and drink your head that weighs eight cents and twelve pounds? You must be kidding me. You are used to being an animal, a scumbag, and you need to be aware... I hate people like you who think you're self-righteous and look down on everyone."

"Hey, beauty, where's the principal's office?" Xiao Lang turned his head and saw two pretty girls.

Wu Ling was the girl wearing a short skirt and stockings. She looked at him sympathetically. "The principal's office is on the second floor of the office building on the northernmost side. I said you still want to apply. You called the director, Chung Wuji. If you don't run to the police, it will be too late. "

Xiao Lang curled his lips and did not directly answer the other party's question. "What are you afraid of? You said his name is Zhang Wuji? What kind of lousy name is that? I'm still Zhang Sanfeng."

Xiao Lang quickly went to the principal's office. The buildings and scenery that he saw with his own eyes made his determination to work in this school firmer. This place was the northernmost part of the school and was very far from the sports field. The environment was relatively quiet. The corridor was very narrow, but very long. It was covered with a spotless oak floor.

The surroundings were quiet and there was no one around. The teachers should have gone to class, thinking that it would be better this way. I definitely have a way to convince the principal that a third-rate high school diploma scholar like me would be able to take on the role of a teacher.

He snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and gently knocked on the door. A deep voice came from behind the door. "Come in."

He hurriedly tidied his clothes, sorted out his thoughts, and pushed open the door.

It was a luxurious office with an area of about 30 square meters. There were many layers of crystal chandelier hanging on the tall skyflower. Colorful oil paintings and calligraphy works hung on the four walls. Behind the desk in the middle sat an old man wearing glasses. Behind him was a huge bookshelf filled with books. It showed that he had extraordinary knowledge.

"You are?" The other party raised his head and looked at Xiao Lang with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Xiao Lang stretched out his hand with a dignified attitude and took the initiative to shake the other party's hand. "Hello, you must be the principal of Donggang Middle School! I am Xiao Lang, I am here to apply for Martial arts instructor's position."

"Oh, then please do it. Welcome to Donggang Middle School. If you come here to apply for the position, it means that you have a certain level of sincerity. Let me first explain the purpose of our school and let you have a direct understanding of it." The principal took off his reading glasses and said gently, "My surname is Zhang. I'm the principal of the Donggang Middle School. Our Donggang Middle School is the only provincial demonstration high school directly under the jurisdiction of the Donggang City's Education Department. We follow the principle of educating people and send talents to society. It has been a few decades since the school was built in 54 years. The school garden has set up a school discipline monolith... "

Xiao Lang, who had been reading books for more than ten years, was familiar with President Zhang's words. Almost every principal had said so, and there was nothing new about it. He could only smile and nod. "President Zhang, you are right."

" But. " President Zhang changed the topic. "These few years, society has been corrupt, and young people have been affected negatively. Taekwondo, Judo, Thai boxing is popular in our country for a while, and it belongs to our country's proud martial arts. It has always been neglected, especially when the students have a shallow understanding of their country's martial arts ideology. The hot-headed Windchaser Taekwondo and other foreign clubs, so we need to set up martial arts courses. We need to strengthen the students' views and regain their confidence in martial arts. This is also the way to promote our Huaxia's martial arts..."

So that's how it is. No wonder Xiao Lang was a little confused when he first saw Martial arts instructor in middle school. But it really needs to be opened. Huaxia's martial arts have been famous overseas these few years. In China, it was unknown. He did not want to strengthen the inheritance of Huaxia's martial arts. Many years later, China's martial arts might very well be added to the world heritage list.