The two introduced each other. Liao Xuebing was a person who was not good at talking. Li Qingyuan probably had the aloofness of scholars and didn't seem to like being polite. The atmosphere was not awkward for a moment. After a stalemate, Li Yuzhong said: "Teacher Liao, are you here to guide me in learning? Go to my room, there are so many people here." He pulled Liao Xuebing to leave.

Liao Xuebing accused the two parents and went up to the second floor. Li Qingyuan looked at his wife, with a little helplessness in his eyes. After high school, his son became increasingly cold and almost never communicated with his parents. Even if the teacher came, he still did his own way. However, he seemed to have a good impression of the class teacher.

"Li Yuzhong, I'm about to communicate with your parents, what did you ask me to come up and do?"

"Oh, Teacher Liao, my dad has always known that he loves to study his ancient calligraphy and painting books all day long. My mom is thinking about perfume and cosmetics. She is too lazy to talk to them and has no common language." Li Yuzhong took him to the room and pulled out a carton of comic books and discs under the bed: "Teacher Liao, let you see my treasures."

The room is decorated very deliciously, about 30 square meters of space, the walls are painted pink and white, and are covered with large posters of the big star Murong Bingyu, two desks, one is placed on the computer, the other is placed on the TV and game console. The windows are framed in wooden frames and can be pushed open from the inside out. There are sun loungers and a pot of jasmine flowers in the balcony. There are also doll models and several imitation sabers in the small cabinet.

"Boy, I guess you must think your parents don't care enough about you, right?" Liao Xuebing lay on the soft big bed, stretched his waist, found a comic at the head of the bed and flipped it out.

"Yes, how do you know? My mother never asks anything other than my grades, and she is so annoyed. She didn't dare to resist when she was a child. Later, she went to high school and got into curly hair, and often stayed at night. At first, she scolded her several times, but later she ignored me."

One wanted his son to be successful but lost the right direction, and the other was in the rebellious period and went further and further away. Liao Xuebing said disdainfully: "If your parents don't care about you, then who did your room? I guess you were not doing it yourself."

"It was the servant who cleaned it up." Li Yuzhong thought for a while and said, "Sometimes my mother would help me clean myself, but I don't like letting her into my room."

Li Yuzhong was determined to please the teacher, took out a stainless steel box cigarette in a small drawer and handed it on it, smiling and said, "The special limited edition Warboro was stolen from my dad."

"Marlboro? This costs hundreds of dollars a box, right? Uh, how many firecrackers are buried in it?"

Li Yuzhong quickly swears to the sky, "If I dare to harm the teacher, heaven will be punished by the earth!"

Liao Xuebing took out a piece of twisted feel, lit it, sucked the smoke into his lungs, and said intoxicatedly: "It is worthy of being a world brand, it tastes good, enjoy it!"

Li Yuzhong also took a cigarette and took out a lighter and was about to fire it. When Liao Xuebing slapped the table: "Good boy, I forgot what I do? Dare to smoke in front of me? After all, my identity is still your class teacher!"

Li Yuzhong was so scared that he threw away the cigarettes, and then carried two bottles of Bordeaux wine produced in 1994 and two crystal cups in the refrigerator, and said with a smile: "Teacher, I have been hiding these two bottles of good wine for three months. Even when Mongolian Army came, I couldn't bear to drink it for him."

Liao Xuebing slapped the table again: "Boy, I'm here to visit my home! Not here to drink! By the way, I'll find a plastic bag to pack these two bottles of wine. I'll take them away later."

Li Yuzhong was really not a good person. He was young and didn't know how to figure out other people's thoughts, let alone how to please others. He had to take out what he thought was the best, put on the precious Bordeaux wine and slid it in a small cabinet, and took out a stack of DVDs disguised as fairy tales and said: "Haha, I have the complete works of Muto Lan here. Wang Long begged me for a long time and didn't lend it to him. Teacher, please take it back if you want to see it."

"Li Yuzhong, you are so disrespectful!" Liao Xuebing snatched the disc and threw it out the window, and said coldly: "I'm not here to entertain you, please tell me this point. Fuck me up and sit on the chair, straighten my waist and put my hands flat, and the regular posture of class will be like now. Smile, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Only then did Li Yuzhong realize that Lao Liao seemed to be playing the real thing. He looked at the treasures of many years that had been scattered in the night sky with regret. He did not dare to contradict the teacher's majesty, and sat upright on the chair.

Liao Xuebing took out a transcript from the file folder he carried with him and said, "Little Li Zi, it's not that I want to say you, you are too unsatisfied. This is your final exam score in the last semester. I'll study for 49 points in Chinese, 21 points in mathematics, 58 points in history, 46 points in geography, 33 points in physics, 20 points in chemistry, 55 points in foreign language, and no seven subjects passed. But this is something I don't want to pursue. We base ourselves on history and look at the future, and focus on this semester. Look at you, you are late all day long, and you are absent from classes. If the school is a public toilet, come when you want, and leave when you want? Can you learn well if you want to continue like this?"

"I, I have no talent. When I see the book, I feel dizzy and want to sleep. It's better to sneak out and play."

Liao Xuebing turned to the second page about Li Yuzhong's classroom discipline records and couldn't help but angrily said: "What bad things did you do when you missed class in the second chemistry class this afternoon?"

Li Yuzhong scratched his head: "I've had a smoking addiction, and I hid in the toilet with Wang Long of Meng Jun to smoke."

Lao Liao jumped up and pointed at his head and trembled hard: "Smoke? I don't know how the three words "Tuberculosis" are written? Next time I catch you and miss you and smoke, you will be dead." I was so sorry that I really wanted to press the cigarette butt on his face, and finally held it angrily.

Li Yuzhong shrank his head and complained secretly: "Damn it! Teacher Liao is more violent than curly hair."

"I'll set you a few standards and behavioral norms now, and you must follow them even if you die. In terms of study, you can't be late and skip classes and leave early. The current goal is tentatively set to be an average score of more than 60% in the midterm exam. If you have one point less, I'll chop you up a finger."

Li Yuzhong said with a bitter face: "Teacher Liao, please let me have a way out. My foundation is so weak. I will take the midterm exam in one month. How could I be able to learn so much? If the average score is 30, I will guarantee to complete the task."

Liao Xuebing ignored him and said, "I will try to choose someone with good grades to tutor you, supervise you, and give me your daily study feedback." Li Yuzhong interrupted: "People, she has good grades." Liao Xuebing continued: "Personal, you can't smoke, drink, drink K powder, dye your hair, wear slippers to come to school to class. In terms of life, you have to say hello to your parents every time you see them. You must have more than one hundred conversations with your parents every day. In addition, it is also necessary to help your mother do housework. Don't miss this, I will call to ask your father and mother."

Li Yuzhong shouted: "I want me to say hello to the two old immortals? I won't do it if I beat you to death."

"What?" Liao Xuebing's face changed instantly.

Lao Liao's parents died early, and often regretted that they could not be filial to their knees as soon as possible. "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to support but the relatives are not waiting." Whenever I think of these two sentences, I will be alone and be sad for a long time. The desire for family affection is more important than that of ordinary people. The person who hates the most in life is not the traitors, but those who do not know how to be filial and brotherly.

"What did you call them? Tell me again." Liao Xuebing didn't see any movement or expression, but the temperature in the room suddenly became cold.

"I, I call them mom and dad..." Li Yuzhong finally felt the obvious change in the teacher's attitude. If there was a bit of joke on his words just now, he was completely angry now, just like a moment of tranquility before the storm, which made him breathless.

"Well," Lao Liao's face calmed down, "Just do what I said. If it is done well, I will be rewarded."

Li Yuzhong breathed a sigh of relief and asked anxiously: "What reward? Or will you give a big red flower or a pen and a notebook? I don't want it."

"Relax... I'm not as stupid as you said. Just teach you how to fight. The fighting technique of fighting three or four people alone can break the opponent's internal organs with one kick, and a punch can break his eyeball..."

Li Yuzhong continued excitedly: "A slap can shatter his mouth and teeth! That's great, Teacher Liao, you must teach me!"

Lao Liao lay back and smoked: "Of course, the premise is to follow the tasks I assigned, otherwise I will break your mouth and teeth first. Also, yesterday's incident, you can dig a resistant to bury it in your heart and don't tell others."

"I promise not to say it, and I will not say anything. Even if the director of the training is tortured, I will never say anything." Li Yuzhong nodded repeatedly and said to himself: "I'll swallow my anger and be a good boy for a few months. After learning the deadly fighting technique, will it be a big place for me to travel?"

"Okay, then that's it, take me down, I want to talk to your parents."

"Teacher, isn't that good? My parents are both stupid and unconscious. My mother only cares about which new cosmetics store has been opened in Zhonghai City. My father's words are the turning point in calligraphy, and the Tang and Song dynasties and the Ten Kingdoms. You must have nothing to say to them." Li Yuzhong was afraid that his parents would make trouble, which would make the teacher angry and say something that would be miserable.

Lao Liao's brow frowned into the Sichuan word: "You are really a dead pig, aren't afraid of boiling water."

Li Yuzhong heard this and said hurriedly: "My father is practicing calligraphy in the study room now, and my mother should be watching TV shopping programs."
Chapter completed!