Song Baojun sneered in his heart: "I've been so angry that I've been fooled by you once. Why haven't the classmates you usually bullied considered their feelings?"

Yang Kaiming took a step forward, held Song Baojun's hand tightly, and said sincerely: "Xiao Song, these two semesters have been my dereliction of duty, which has made you wronged. I didn't expect that there would be bully students like Long Ya in the class. If you have confidence in the teacher and the school, I promise that I will deal with this matter seriously. By the way, when I first came in, I saw you eating. Is the dishes in this school cafeteria suitable? Are there any difficulties in life? Are there any obstacles in study? Tell me, the teacher will help you solve it."

Song Baojun also looked as if he was meeting foreign leaders. He held Teacher Yang's hand and shook it back and forth, and smiled and said, "Longya's group of people sneaked into the sacred campus to stir up the wind and rain. I'm afraid they will ruin the century-old reputation of Chazhou University. Teacher's care, the food is pretty good. Today is Tan Qingkai's birthday. As for me, I beg my grandfather and grandma to borrow dozens of dollars to buy some side dishes for him to celebrate."

"Borrow money? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Teacher Yang took out his pocket generously and ordered five red bills and handed them over, "Student Xiao Tan, today's birthday, teacher, I have no preparations. Let's do this, use this little money to buy some nutritional supplements to nourish your body."

Teacher Yang was so generous and had the intention of appeaseing Song Baojun. The main reason was that the sentence "pull banners, slogans, sit down and demonstrate" in the previous sentence that scared him.

The evaluation of professional titles is at a critical moment. If the school sees it, what will the leaders think? You can’t even take the students in one class well, and the students run to the school gate to protest. Do you still want to be an associate professor? Go to the service office to do chores!

You can't ask one or two ungrateful students to make trouble for their years of hard work!

What's more, Song Baojun is weak and bullied, he knows that he doesn't care about it and feels a little guilty at this time.

Tan Qingkai was shocked. Song Baojun actually cheated on Teacher Yang and said stutteringly: "I, I, I, today is not me, my life, life..."

Song Baojun choked Tan Qingkai's back waist vigorously, and said falsely, "Oh, it's just a small birthday that makes Teacher Yang spend money. Why are you so embarrassed? Put it away quickly, put it away quickly."

He took the banknotes quickly without hesitation. The most wonderful thing was that he actually held the banknotes with both hands, carefully checking the authenticity of the watermark towards the light coming out of the window, and then putting it into his pocket.

Tan Qingkai's face was very wonderful, admiring, annoyed, and surprised expressions appeared one after another, and he couldn't help but complain: "I have more than a classmate, so how could I not expect this guy to be so shameless."

When Yang Kaiming saw that Song Baojun had received the money, he finally felt a little relieved. He patted his shoulder and said, "Student Xiao Song, if there is nothing else, you can have a good meal first. I'll go back and deal with Long Ya's affairs."

Song Baojun quickly grabbed him and said, "Teacher Yang, since you are here, don't be busy leaving. What about having a drink with us?"

"This..." Yang Kaiming had a premonition that he was not very reliable.

Sure enough, when Song Baojun saw the teacher hesitating, he immediately hugged the other person's shoulder enthusiastically and said, "Teacher Yang, drinking with students does not violate school rules and regulations, right? Besides, you, I, teachers and students, drink a glass together, and sing wine and sing it. It is also a good story to promote it. The novel "The Past of the Falling Girl" you wrote is literary and profound, and I have admired it for a long time, and I wish I could hold it in my arms every day to appreciate it... What? Isn't it true that you don't give me face? You have to drink it even if you don't drink it even if you don't drink it!"

In just a short passage, all kinds of methods of winning over, tempting, flattering, swearing, and intimidating were used.

Yang Kaiming was amused and cried, saying, "Okay, okay, let's have a few drinks. What else is the title of my novel is not 'The erotic past of the fallen girl', but "That Falling Flower", you must remember it."

"Yes, yes, that's "That Falling Flower"." Tan Qingkai quickly took out a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, and reached out to brush the dust on the stool, looking particularly attentive.

Song Baojun pulled the teacher down and raised his glass and said, "For your erotic past, I wish you a cup."

Yang Kaiming thought to himself that there was no way to go with this! He had no choice but to drink a drink.

Song Baojun also said: "For the fairness and justice of the school, I would like to pay another cup of respect to you."

Yang Kaiming is engaged in literary creation and academic research. He rarely socializes and cannot say anything to refuse, so he has to pinch his nose and drink another drink.

Song Baojun continued: "I wish Teacher Yang a professor as soon as possible and have another cup."

Yes, this must be drunk.

When Song Baojun sang the toast song "Friends from afar, come and meet", Yang Kaiming had already eaten six bottles of beer, his face was flushed and drunk, and he kept praising Song Baojun for being thrifty and studious, and dared to be an example for students and a role model for new youth.

…******…

After Tan Qingkai took the initiative to pack up the messy table, Song Baojun took out the 500 yuan from Yang Kaiming to express his condolences and said, "Akai, I have done a lot of wrong things these days. I'm sorry to bother you. This is my money to pay back, and my computer and audio are all yours."

Tan Qingkai didn't go to pick up the money and said in surprise: "Give me the computer? Why, you don't play games anymore?"

Song Baojun slapped the money in his hand, stared at the computer LCD screen under the bookcase for a long time, and said seriously: "I won't play anymore, I will never touch online games again in the future."

"Hey, isn't it? Are you going to never touch again? Are you going to never touch again today or this week?"

"Not necessarily, maybe a few days, maybe a few years, maybe a few decades, maybe forever."

"Haha, stop kidding, get on the account quickly, there will be a guild event tonight!"

"I mean, Akai, life is only a few decades, and the most precious years are before the age of twenty. I think we should have more choices, study, pick up girls, career, interests, hobbies, pursuits, not just the most boring online games."

Tan Qingkai quietly collected the five hundred yuan, looked at his eyes strangely and said, "Ajun, you took the wrong medicine."

The otakus in the school is also divided into several circles according to different natures. Some like to socialize online and spend every day on campus network, Zxin, and Feietong software to make friends; some like to browse Weibo, and every time they eat a meal, they have to post it online; some are film and television fans or anime fans; and some are game madmen.
Chapter completed!