Apocalyptic Forecast

　　Apocalypse Forecast Text Volume Chapter 806 There is only a teacher in the world who is good "What's wrong?"

　　 Huai poem is puzzled.

"Huai Shi... Do you often have violent impulses toward the kindergarten friends?" Luo Lao solemnly put on his reading glasses, and said with earnest advice: "I know a good psychologist, do you want to introduce it to you? ?"

　　 "...Can you stop hurting me!"

　　 "But you are too wicked!"

　　 Old Luo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, with a shocked expression on his face: "Look at what you said! What are you thinking about? Going to participate in the knife hunting? You are all of a generation, why do you still bully children?"

When 　　 talked like this, he completely forgot how happy he was when he abused food.

　　 Huai Shi rolled her eyes, and she was immediately embarrassed: "I am only eighteen! Why did you bully the child?"

"People and their physique cannot be generalized. You see that you were once extremely angry... Forget it, let alone, in short, it would be too embarrassing to ask you to participate in the knife hunt. I don't care about the person who lost the ivory tower, but You better let go of the orchard, it is not easy for me to run a gym."

　　 The dignified king of Tanba, the self-proclaimed ruler in Kyoto, went to the sword hunter who was enthroned to participate in the dojo. People are not so lost.

　　 Even if it’s fun to hit children, it can’t be played in broad daylight...

　　 Huaishi doesn't care, Luo Lao also wants to be that kind of face.

　　 Make a name for yourself, you can’t do that.

　　 Huaishi was furious: "Then what do you tell me about this!"

　　 "When did I say I let you go?" Luo Lao asked back, patted the table and said, "Let your two students go! The master has something to do with the disciple, otherwise, what should I teach the students?"

　　 "……"

　　 Huai Shi was stunned, and suddenly felt that what he said seemed to make sense, but what was not quite right-co-working with oneself This is the bottom line of MLM development, after becoming the leader, turning over and calling the shots and began to oppress the newcomers?

　　 "Wait, what if there is something short and long!" Huai Shi sighed and retorted worriedly, "This is the student I taught myself!"

　　 "No more money, get out!"

　　 "Oh, that's all right..."

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　　 "Then, that's the case with the swordsman, and the editor can't help it."

After dinner, Huai Shi reluctantly said to the two students: "Just be an extracurricular internship, considering your age, it's time for you two to come out and meet the world. Let's live first, match second, and meet ideas. Don't go up if you are hard..."

　　 "Okay, don't be verbose."

Mr. Luo couldn't listen anymore, interrupted him, and said forcefully: "Don't worry, I know your level too. The old man from Shangquan can get a hundred pieces again. You just make do with each other. I'll get two hundred of them back!"

　　 "……"

　　 The origin is still calm, but Lin Jiu, with a blue nose and a swollen face, twitched.

　　 How come your mouth doubled with one touch?

　　 Is this going to make them go to the dojo to make a difference with the sword master?

　　 Cannon fodder, river pawn, tool man... a lot of things that didn't come out of my mind instantly.

　　 "Ahem, two hundred is a bit too much."

　　 Huaishi coughed, thought about it, and said, "Three hundred are done."

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　　 Before the 100,000 question marks on Lin Nineteen's brain came out, he saw his teacher take a meaningful look at himself.

　　 "Three hundred for two people." Huai Shi continued, "You can steal them any way you want, you can't lose one, do you understand?"

　　 Xiao Nineteen was taken aback, then nodded frantically.

　　 Teacher's mouth twitched not only a hundred less, but also a total of two people. In a disguised form, Xiao Nineteen reduced the pressure that he didn't know, and gave him the opportunity to hold Yuanyuan's thigh.

　　 suddenly relieved him.

　　 There is only a teacher in the world...

　　 Moved tears flowed down my face.

　　 After the two left, Luo Lao took a leisurely sip of tea before he raised his head and glanced at Huai Shi, somewhat dissatisfied.

　　 "Huaishi, children who are too used to it will be uncomfortable, and they will not be promising in the future."

　　 "That can't be helped, right?"

Huai Shi shook her head indifferently, "When I was a child, I dreamed that someone could get used to me. In fact, no one cares about a wild child except the teacher. Half of my achievements today come from her mercy. , And half of it also comes from another black-hearted woman who is always used to me..."

　　 He thought for a while, and said seriously: "Actually, it doesn't matter if people are used to it. At most, they can do stupid things, even if they are not promising."

　　 Luo Lao sneered: "Are you spoiling students too much?"

　　 "Shouldn't it?" Huai Shi asked back, "If even the teacher doesn't love her students, the world will be a little too indifferent, right?"

　　 Luo Lao glanced at him, retracted his gaze, but couldn't help shaking his head after a long time.

　　 "You are such a good teacher, Huai Shi."

　　 "What about you?" Huai Shi asked.

"I'm not……"

　　 The old man put down his teacup and said nothing.

　　 The live broadcast of Tomorrow’s News came on the TV.

　　 Huai Shi sat by the window lazily basking in the moonlight, as if the whole person had become a plant.

　　 Next, it depends on the children's performance.

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　　 Huangquan Hirazaka.

　　 gorgeous Yingzhou sore.

　　 Under the shining of countless neon lights, a fascinating color is intoxicated.

　　 This is the city of eternal night, just like the legendary Huangquan country, day and night. Once upon a time, this was the exile of the Yingzhou lineage, but with the changes from generation to generation, it has become one of the largest trading markets in the entire Asian region.

　　The impossible zone monopolized by the agents of all parties, the tax haven for the rich.

　　 After getting out of the car, the teenagers and girls with mission stood on the street, looking up at the stars and dark night made up of flashing lights.

　　 A hustle and bustle.

　　 "Sword hunting has started for seven days." said the forest hut, "we came a bit late."

　　 "It's okay." Yuan Yuan thought for a while, and said seriously: "Two days are enough. If you hurry up, one day."

　　 She said: "I'm two hundred and you are a hundred, how about it? I try to get as much as possible, and you don't want to patronize the paddling..."

　　 "I don't want to paddle." The hut in the forest helplessly: "But I really can't beat it."

　　 This is true.

　　 The bruise on his face hasn't disappeared yet, and there is still a trace of iron light. It is Huaishi's silver-blood medicine.

　　 In the past half month, Luo Lao’s old man has come back out of the rivers and lakes happily, building his happiness on the pain of his own generations of students.

　　 The original fate is fortunate. The foundation laid by both the original family and Huai Shi is strong enough. After the playing style inherited from Huai Shi has been formed, the rest is a lot of practice.

　　 To put it simply, the old man was beaten up three times a day in the morning and evening, eating and summing up experience in the middle.

　　 But Lin Nineteen is miserable, unilaterally, being ravaged and tortured...

　　 Seeing him at the first glance, Luo Lao made the same judgment as Huai Shi: rotten wood cannot be carved.

　　 It is unrealistic to expect this little brother to meet people face-to-face, but it is too embarrassing and will inevitably be cleaned up, so I can only make a mistake.

　　 does not ask him to beat others, only asks him not to be beaten to death by others.

　　 The front output is no longer expected.

　　 Just run fast.

　　 After giving up all the drummer training, he focused on the changes in Yubu.

　　 And Lin Nineteen lived up to Luo Lao's high expectations, squeezed out all his potential under the shadow of the old man Happy Stick, and ran faster than Huai Shi back then.

　　 But this is not an escape contest, running fast is useless.

　　 depends on the teacher at home, and can only rely on the younger sister when going out.

　　 In order to be able to continue to cook meals alive, not ashamed...

　　 "So, what are you going to do?" he asked.

　　 Yuanyuan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where is the most lively place here?"

　　 When dealing with the alliance affairs, Lin XIX ran here frequently. After thinking about it for a while, he replied: "Two places, Central Avenue and Dome Plaza."

　　 "Then Central Avenue." Yuan Yuan said.

　　 Lin XIX was stupid: "...Wait, don't you think about it?"

　　 "The original family fights and never considers the place."

　　 Yuanyuan glanced at him, lifted the piano box next to him, and left.

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　　 Half an hour later, Huangquan Biliangzaka, the busiest place on Central Business Avenue, in front of the bustling people, Yuanyuan put down the piano box, raised his hand, propped up the high chair, and put it on the road.

　　 is like a wandering luthier preparing to perform.

　　 It’s just that the location of the performance is really not a place.

　　 is right at the crossroads.

　　 Right in the center.

　　 The girl in the gray skirt leaned on the chair, staring quietly at the traffic, letting countless cars pass by. I didn't seem to realize how eye-catching I was, and I didn't know how much attention he attracted.

　　 "Little girl, this is not the place where you performed." The patrol guard walked to the side and reminded her: "You shouldn't be here."

　　 "Don't worry, I will sit for a while."

　　 Yuanyuan replied: "Are you going to drive me away?"

　　 "Why, I'm not a traffic policeman." The guard was too lazy to get in trouble: "But if someone wants to be in charge, it may not be so polite, and it may not be..."

　　 He thought for a while, and found an adjective seriously: "'Friendly'."

　　"Don't worry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yuanyuan smiled, "I'm not afraid. "

　　 The guard shrugged, turned and left, holding his own dinner sandwich, standing not far from the intersection, opened his mouth and watched and ate it without forgetting to take off the thermos cup to drink tea.

　　 "It's so beautiful."

　　 The middle-aged man next to him was leaning on the telephone pole, smoking a cigarette, staring at the girl's gray skirt in the distance, and couldn't help smiling.

　　 "Do you care?" the guard asked.

"I do not care."

　　 The man who was supposed to be in charge smoked, "Why should I care?"

　　 "I thought she would hinder you from doing business."

　　 "Net nonsense, such a pretty little girl sat there, like a sign, attracting so many people. I really want her to sit there all night."

　　 The smoking man shrugged: "Look, people are good-looking and always have privileges."

　　 "All right." The guard swallowed the salmon slices squeezed out of the edge of the sandwich, ate the last two bites, wiped his mouth and threw the paper into the trash can.

　　 He said: "You have the final say here."

　　 "It's just that other people may not be so polite." The guard said, "She looks like my daughter and a little thinner than her. I'm afraid someone will trouble her."

　　 The smoker was amused, "If she doesn't want to make trouble, why should she move a chair and sit on the road? She can do it."

　　 "What if she can't figure it out?"

　　 The man thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'll get it done, and then pay the money. We must let her sit in front of our clothing store for a whole year..."

　　 The guard couldn't help but roll his eyes.

　　 Under the neon lights in the distance, someone finally couldn't help it.