Song Baojun was so angry: You TMD still want to punish me? He lit a cigarette and said, "Teacher Jiang, I am not a suspect. It seems that I can't use words like "a warning to you". I have already explained it clearly to Director Yan. Let me tell me, which school rules have I violated?"

Jiang Yihui didn't expect that he would still dare to struggle in front of Director Yan, and smiled angrily: "You are not a sin to be arrogant and disrupt the classroom, and have a bad attitude?"

"School rules are not criminal laws, so even if I violate them, it is not a crime." Song Baojun stood up and glanced at her with a cigarette butt in his mouth. He was covered in the temperament of a rascal. "As far as things go, you ask me to answer the question, I just expressed my own point of view. Is this illegal? Is it not allowed to debate in class? Is it a crime to answer the teacher's question? What era is this school rules? Could it be that Teacher Jiang just dislikes me? Even if he can't stand it, there are no need to shout and kill like this. It is important to know that killing me is easy, and there will be thousands of upright students who stand up to point out your fallacy."

"You, you, you..." Jiang Yihui was speechless for a moment, and was so angry that her face was charred and pointed at his nose blankly.

Song Baojun said expressionlessly: "Teacher Jiang, you are the only daughter in the family and are spoiled by your parents. You have excellent grades in middle school and have always been the central figure, so you have developed this arrogant personality. You were originally a major in business, but later influenced by Zhang Ailing's works, and changed to Chinese. Your family is very rich, and one of your parents and elders may have a position at the level of the department or above. You often feel sorry for your beauty and must look at the mirror three times a day. You may have a pet cat, either called Xiaobai or Maomao..."

Jiang Yihui's mouth was wide open, and her two big black and white eyes were almost broken, "You, you, are you investigating me?"

Song Baojun said: "Is it necessary for me to investigate if you are like this?"

"Then, why are you..." Jiang Yihui was completely shocked.

The super ability derived from philosophical personality is the result of Song Baojun's analysis.

He held Teacher Jiang’s lecture notes in his hand. The lesson plan in it was divided into detailed using statistical tables, and there were some messy data. This is a common problem that only people who have studied business accounting have. They always like to use tables to deal with problems.

Teacher Jiang commented on the Pipa Girl, which was an obvious petty bourgeois complex, and was obviously deeply influenced by it. In addition, there were Sanmao, Zhang Xiaoxian, Lin Huiyin, etc., but Zhang Ailing's works were circulated more widely in China.

There must be one in her family who is a leader, and her position must at least be in power and honest. Otherwise, she can be a tutor even if she is so bad in class? Otherwise, Director Yan would have made a trip in person?

Let’s look at Teacher Jiang’s face, eyeliner, foundation, eyebrows, lipstick, all of which are exquisite and elegant. If you don’t love beauty, how could you put on such a decent makeup? You must look in the mirror more than three times a day.

There is a white mammal hair embedded in her suit buttons. As the saying goes, men raise dogs and women raise cats, but they must be wrong.

If he gave Song Baojun more time, he could analyze the price of the color, style, and brand of Teacher Jiang's underwear.

"What do you mean to me? Believe it or not, let's make a bet. If you don't wear makeup tomorrow, you will go to the classroom. I'm afraid that the number of students taking your class will decrease by 80%.

"You, you, you..." Jiang Yihui continued to stutter, her fingers began to tremble, and her soft lips were stammering, and she could not say a complete sentence.

Yan Conglong felt a headache without realizing it, so he had to get up and said, "Teacher Jiang, Xiao Song, don't argue. I have made a conclusion about Xiao Song's discipline before, so there is no need to say much. Xiao Song, this is my business card, there is a contact number on it. If you think about it, call me." As he said that, he handed out a white and smooth business card with only the name and contact number on it.

"Thank you Director Yan for your care." Song Baojun took the business card and stuffed it into his pocket.

Jiang Yihui was even more shocked. Didn’t he come to explain the problem? Why did Director Yan hand him a business card? Who is he sacred?

Yan Conglong even patted Song Baojun on the shoulder quite kindly and said with a smile: "Xiao Song, study hard, I am very optimistic about you."

Jiang Yihui couldn't help but shout, "Director Yan, why is this happening? Song Baojun is clearly here to explain the problem!"

Yan Conglong frowned and took the initiative to hand over the business card to Song Baojun. In fact, he told Jiang Yihui tactfully: I like this student very much, so don’t talk too much. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yihui couldn’t get involved and insisted on making everyone unable to get out of the stage. Why is this teacher so stubborn?

"Enough, Teacher Jiang! The teaching department does not require you to point fingers."

"Yan, Director Yan..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, Song Baojun thought that it would be difficult to deal with Jiang Yihui with Yan Conglong, so he said goodbye: "Director Yan, since there is nothing to do, I will say goodbye first."

After saying that, he held his head and chest high, and walked towards the door with great momentum. After passing by Jiang Yihui, he saw the beautiful female teacher's delicate figure, and suddenly became angry from his heart. He secretly reached out and pinched Teacher Jiang's round buttocks from behind. His hand felt amazingly elastic. He used a despicable language: "Then Teacher Jiang's butt was so flickering that it almost bounced away my hand."

Teacher Jiang was in a state of extreme shock, his blood pressure was rising, and he couldn't feel that the important part had been hit by the students.

The two of them were ingenious angles, and Yan Conglong could not see Song Baojun's strange movements.

When he walked out of the door, Song Baojun suddenly felt a very strong exhaustion, weak all over his body, lack of oxygen in his brain, and even Venus in his eyes were ripped off, so he could hardly see the direction of the road ahead. What's going on? It seems that the athlete's effect on stimulant drugs has expired.

His mind gradually became confused, and the knowledge that had been completely sorted turned into fragments and slowly scattered in the dark.

Song Baojun suddenly realized: It turned out that his body could not support his philosophical personality, and that guy had already left.

What a pity, I haven't enjoyed enough yet.

I walked to the stairs and sat down on the steps. After resting for more than ten minutes, I felt that my spirit returned to my body. This fusion of personality is really not something that humans do.

When I returned to the classroom, I was halfway through the class, Professor Tang Guyi's "History of Novels in Ming and Qing Dynasties".
Chapter completed!