Liao Xuebing looked through the works of the art clubs in Su Bingyun and finally became serious. "The school art clubs are just solid in basic skills, but there is still a lack of creativity. Teacher Su, look at the notice issued by the competition organizing committee, "the focus is on participation" and "stimulating creativity" several times. In other words, the organizing committee may not necessarily pay much attention to skills. They are concerned about cultivating students' interests and hobbies. From this point of view, we only need to select from the whole school and cannot find good ones, but skills are just ordinary works."

Su Bingyun thought to himself: "This man really has a way of thinking about other people's thoughts." He was quite convinced of his words, and said: "Teacher Liao, according to your opinion, what should we do?"

"First of all, you need to write a report and apply for school funding, otherwise what should you do if there is no funding? Second, post a notice and invite any interested students to join in. Third, inform all class teachers internally to let them cooperate with our work."

"What you said makes sense, but what if you write an application, what should you do if the Finance Department doesn't pay?"

"You write the application form, list the specific funds and reasons, and then I will submit it to the Finance Department. I will complete this most difficult and challenging task. I will ask you, Teacher Su, the other two small things." Liao Xuebing said righteously.

It is indeed the most difficult to apply for grants, but it is not a big deal in Liao Xuebing's eyes. No matter how bad it is, the principal's card can be pinched. The other two are trivial matters, which are tedious and easier to do. Taking the burden so proactively has won the slightest favor of the beautiful Su. She no longer refuses and chucks, "Then I'll trouble Teacher Liao."

Liao Xuebing remembered Jiang Feng, and Song Yuhao and the gossip kings were lying on the table to copy and write, but in fact they must be pricking their ears and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two. They thought they could not be called "Love Saint". They also had a little yearning for it. They coughed and said, "Teacher Su, look at the sunshine today and the sun is shining brightly. Why not I would treat you to a simple meal tonight and discuss the details of the art competition by the way?"

What does the weather have to do with eating? Su Bingyun received a similar invitation no less than a thousand times, refused without hesitation, and said with a smile: "Teacher Liao, you are so polite. I have to go home tonight."

"This, reasonable communication between colleagues is necessary. Teacher Su, if you have time next time, we can make another appointment." Liao Xuebing was a little disappointed. It is normal for gentlemen to have a good impression of a beautiful woman. If he had no idea when facing the stunning Su Bingyun, he would be simply not a man.

"Let's talk about it next time." Su Bingyun stood up and waved his hand to say goodbye.

A sneer came from behind the table. Liao Xuebing turned around and said, "Old Jiang, why are you laughing at?"

"Oh, I'm doing business, but the Love Saint is down." Jiang Feng didn't raise his head.

It hurts her self-esteem... Liao Xuebing pretended not to care, put his feet on the table and changed into a freehand posture: "Let's wait and see, I will let her come to me on my own initiative."

In the third Chinese class, Lao Liao hurried to the classroom with lecture notes.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt a little stagnant, with different weight and feel. I didn’t have time to avoid it. A large plastic bucket poured down on my head, and the water spilled from my head to the soles of my feet. The bucket was pressed upside down on my head. There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and there was indirectly the sound of taking pictures with my mobile phone.

The water was poured all over the ground, and the water drips flowed down from Lao Liao's head, face, clothes, fingers and palms, dripping on the ground, making a ticking sound. Days went by, my vigilance began to decrease, and I never expected that the students would use such despicable methods to deal with him.

He waved the bucket and walked to the podium quietly, saying expressionlessly: "Thank you very much for giving me another vivid lesson. Fortunately, I didn't use urine to spray me..." This sentence attracted constant laughter.

Liao Xuebing's face was extremely cold, and he stopped talking, constantly scanning the students in the audience. However, the face, combined with the wet hair and the water on his cheeks, looked extremely funny, and the students laughed even louder.

Looking at Ye Yuhu, the guy was extremely proud. He looked at Siyan, who held his cell phone and looked at Cui Zheng. He turned his face and jokingly told Wu Chunxing. Li Yuzhong and Meng Jun were not awakened from the hangover, and they lay on the desk to sleep. Zhou An worked until midnight, feeling listless.

Only Murong Lanluo whined towards the window and gave Lao Liao a hint. The girl was close to Lao Liao, but she was afraid of being alienated by her classmates and did not dare to report it blatantly.

"Guan Muyun, come out with me. The other students stay in the classroom for review."

Not only Guan Muyun was surprised, but the other students were unbelievable. The teacher discovered the murderer so quickly? Guan Muyun followed Liao Xuebing out of the classroom in disappointment. Someone's cry came from behind: "No, is there a traitor?"

"Teacher, if you have anything to say, just say it here." Guan Muyun stopped in the corridor.

The boy is only sixteen years old and loves to skip classes and play football. His father is a doctor and his mother stays at home. His transcript is so bad that he is a clue. The acne on his face shows that he is still in the energetic puberty.

"Is it fun to play people?" Liao Xuebing sneered.

Guan Muyun turned his face and refused to look at him: "Teacher, why should you say I did it?"

"I didn't say you did it. I went to the office with me and wanted to talk to you about it."

"Hmph, I have nothing to worry about." Having said that, Guan Muyun had to follow him obediently.

When he was about the corner of the stairs, Liao Xuebing suddenly grabbed his hair and dragged it into the men's bathroom. Guan Muyun tried hard to hold Lao Liao's hand, but he couldn't resist at all, and cursed: "What the hell are you doing?" The men's bathroom had already distanced from the nearest classroom, and no one could hear his screams.

Liao Xuebing pushed hard, and Guan Muyun fell to the dirty floor mixed with urine, locking the toilet door.

"I'll give you a chance. Should I admit my prank today or continue fighting with the teacher?" Liao Xuebing said as he took off his clothes that were wet and stuck to his body, revealing his red upper body, and his muscles were very well-proportioned. Unfortunately, countless hideous scars destroyed the beauty and added strength.
Chapter completed!