The old military doctor was litting the money happily, taking away the presbyopia's eyes and looking at him: "Syphilis, come to the right place, sit, sit. I have been practicing medicine for more than 30 years, and I dare not say that it can cure the spirit, but pediatrics such as syphilis are still no problem.

"I'll give you an afternoon to move things and close your clinic." I cheated on Qiu Daqi. It's so strong. I haven't cheated enough yet. Do you think it's a turn? Although Lu Qianqi, if his wife and children are separated because of this "syphilis" storm, it would be too natural___ Qiu Daqi found that he had never had syphilis before after taking medicine for a month. In order to cure it completely, he will definitely come again.

"Ah? Ask me to close the clinic? What are you doing?"

"I am here to practice the law for heaven. You harm the people and have made a lot of black money. The patient just now did not say anything about the disease and then you took medicine randomly. What if someone died of healing him?"

"You... I'm a magical medicine to cure all diseases! You are not from the Administration for Industry and Commerce, and I'm not afraid of it. Liao Xuebing kicked the table, squeezed and slid three tables, and made a harsh and unpleasant sound on the ground. He hit the old military doctor and knocked him to the wall. The newspapers, pens, stethoscopes, and prescription lists on the table were scattered all over the floor.

The old military doctor was so stressed that his chest was so tight that he felt uncomfortable. Fortunately, there was a chair cushioning behind him, so he was not injured on the spot. Even so, he was so scared that his face turned pale. The table was a bulky old wooden table, rather than the lightweight pressing board now. The legs of the table had considerable friction with the ground, and even an adult could only push it away.

This person can almost fly with just one kick. It's so perverted.

"You are old, I don't want to make things difficult for you too much. I leave the city with the money you have been black for over 30 years, otherwise tomorrow's sunshine will not shine on you." Old Liao walked out. The old military doctor stayed for a while and suddenly spit out a blood arrow...

In the afternoon, Liao Xuebing went to the infirmary to tease the innocent nurse. Sun Pinghai, the leader of the art team, asked him to go to the art museum. It is said that it was to discuss the preparations for the high school art competition.

The art gallery is behind the gymnasium, and it occupies a two-story building of more than 400 square meters. It looks like it is only one-fifth of the size of the gymnasium. The first floor is the art exhibition hall, and the second floor is the studio and the group leader's office. Sun Pinghai directly serves as the director of the art gallery and can earn a salary of several hundred yuan per month.

There are only three art teachers in the school, including the group leader, all stayed in the second floor studio. This independent studio is about 200 meters. There is no unnecessary decoration on the wooden floor, but the light source is sufficient. It will not affect students' paintings from any angle. Directly opposite is a gouache painting on the wall, with a unique style, and the tulips bloom in the wind, as if they were from the group leader.

Things in the painting room are piled up in mess, piles of paintings are placed in the corners at will, and they are stained with dust. There are plaster sculptures everywhere. There are dozens of painting boards and shelves leaning against the walls. The tables and chairs are scattered.

Su Bingyun and several teachers I don’t know are all there, and Sun Pinghai is talking about the art competition with them. Several students have longing on their faces, as if they are fantasizing about the scene of winning the first prize.

Some famous female students seemed to have seen it somewhere. When I think about it carefully, it turned out to be Li Xinghua, who had seen on the cheerleader of the beautiful girl in Class 1 for three years. Her black hair was as smooth as silk, her nose was straight, and her lips were pursed. Through the falling window, the sunlight spread on her face. She could see hairs that were nearly transparent and only when she was a girl of a young age. She held a sixteen-open painting book and drew one or two strokes from time to time. "Oh my God, is this a 17 or 18-year-old high school girl? It's so cute. No wonder she can be called a school beauty. Can anyone who studies art cultivate some temperament? There was Su Bingyun in front and Li Xinghua behind, and there were so many talents." Her mind trembled for no reason and then she turned her eyes to others.

Su Bingyun was still so gorgeous, but there was a man standing on both sides, like a pig arch and peony, which was a big shame. The one on the left had long curly hair and a slender face. He was considered a handsome guy. He should be the second-year music teacher Lu Kai who called himself the most artistic genius of tulips? I once saw him in the office. It was said that this guy was strongly pursuing the beauty Su. The person on the right didn't recognize him, but Liao Xuebing felt that the man with masculinity had a dangerous atmosphere.

"Teacher Lu, this is an art preparation meeting. What are you doing?" Lao Liao said bluntly.

Unexpectedly, Lu Kaiyi was even more hostile: "Music and art at least have similarities in art. I really didn't expect that you, a Chinese teacher, would have been involved in it and become the deputy team leader. You, an outsider, would destroy this competition! Team Leader Sun, I suggest to vote and kick the unrelated people out of the organizing committee.

Sun Pinghai smiled and said, "Teacher Liao said he promised to apply for financial appropriations. If Teacher Lu thinks he can do it, this deputy team leader might as well let you be the one.

Lu Kai immediately looked around and said to him: "Why can't I do it? It's just that there are too many things in music classes. I have a music recital at the end of the month, so I can't get rid of it. I'll leave this simple task of applying for grants to Teacher Liao.

The man on the right side of Su Bingyun suddenly said: "If it takes a lot of money to prepare for the competition, I think I can sponsor some privately.

Liao Xuebing was shocked: "Is this guy a rich man?" After looking closely, he found that his hair was very short, handsome like the protagonist in "Prison Break", with red lips and white teeth, straight nose and big eyes, and a calm smile. Sports Bin and shorts and sneakers were worn on his body, with an abnormal body, and the balanced muscle man on his arms and thighs exposed outside, highlighting his tall and brilliant appearance. The climate in October has become cold, but this guy seems to be fine.

Such a person is equally outstanding whether he is placed in a pile of cow dung or a flower bush. Standing next to him, Lao Liao felt that he suddenly became a little bit vulgar.

Sun Pinghai smiled and introduced: "Xi Yongtai, a second-year physical education teacher, was transferred to our school from Xihuan Middle School this week. After hearing about the art competition, he asked to join. Because the organizing committee lacked staff, I agreed.

There are six teachers on the organizing committee, but three of them are not professional.

Lu Kai was most disgusted with other young men showing off in front of Su Bingyun and said sourly: "Teacher Mo, the money needed for competitions is more than just a few dozen yuan to buy white paper and paint.

"Actually, I have discussed with Teacher Su just now, paper, paint, brush, wooden board, plaster, carving knife, publicity fee, transportation fee, catering fee, etc., about 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. If I can't apply for the grant, I can do it on my behalf." Mo Yongtai leaned on the table, but his eyes were aimed at Su Bingyun.

Could it be another admirer of Su Meimei? Last time I secretly vowed to deal with Su Bingyun, wouldn’t it be another road sign? Before Lao Liao could speak, Lu Kai stood up again: "The competition is not a one-person competition, but a competition that all teachers and students in our school are going to prepare for. It is absolutely true that no one pays money. It is impossible for the finance department to not approve funds. Leader Sun, we must believe in Deputy Team Leader Liao, maintain our consistent unity and strive to organize the competition vigorously." Because of feeling the strong threat from Mo Yongtai, Lu Kai weighed the situation and chose Liao Xuebing, who is the legendary Su Meimei, as a potential ally_________ at least he is not as handsome as Mo Yongtai, nor is he that rich!

In addition to Li Xinghua, seven art club students have men and women, either stupid or ugly, lack spiritual energy, and lazy attention. There is also a male art teacher in his thirties with a nose called Zhang Qiusheng, who stood behind Li Xinghua and watched her paint. In Liao Xuebing's words, "What a big piece of mutton, I'm staring at the dog."

"The big competition has been posted, and the class teachers are also required to recommend outstanding students in the class to participate. What are we left to do?" Sun Pinghai looked around and looked forward to the dog-headed military advisor appearing as soon as possible.

Liao Xuebing originally thought that Mo Yongtai would continue to show off. After all, with wealth and good looks, he should not lack brains. But he did not speak. This man knew very well and did not seem to want to arouse other people's disgust.

Lao Liao had no choice but to say: "There is one thing that is left that is not done, that is, the attraction of art competitions to students. If there is no attraction, there is no interest, and no one will participate. Better that some students with some talent will also focus on other projects, such as the upcoming football match, and there are more than a dozen clubs in the school, mountaineering, boxing, swimming, baseball, and tennis. I looked at it a few days ago. Even a rare club like archaeology has people, so many students cannot focus on art.

Others thought he would say he wanted to attract funds or something, but they didn't expect to put forward the arguments of the jury. After careful consideration, they found that what he said was indeed very important, and they couldn't help but look at him with great admiration. Sun Pinghai said: "How can we attract students?"

"Actually... the mainstream ideas of students involve many aspects and levels. Idols and popularity have the greatest impact on them. If you want to hold a singing competition, at least half of them will sign up. In addition, there are influences from parents. What family members like to do, they usually have a good impression of that thing. The influence of classmates, friends, and society cannot be ignored. What we need to do is to temporarily change their views, so that they think art is a cool thing, and then the classmates compete to compete with each other...
Chapter completed!