Two months later, before I came back, the two young masters began to feel restless.
As a result, the smart old man Zhang relied on his great strategy that had lasted for decades to make a big move.
Forced reopening of schools.
It didn't matter that I, the teacher, was not around. With a wave of Mr. Zhang's big hand that had commanded thousands of troops, seven top professors from century-old universities across the country were summoned to teach the two young ancestors seven to two.
In the original words of Mr. Zhang: "Three cobblers are like Zhuge Liang. I don't believe that three Ph.D. supervisors in psychology and four Ph.D.s specializing in child psychology are not worth a big man."
Um.
What this big guy is talking about is my copper plate, which is not worth a big buck.
It stands to reason that Mr. Zhang's recruitment of seven emperor-level professors to teach two young ancestors was an act beyond his authority.
But if Mrs. Zhang pays for it privately, that's another matter.
After the school was forcibly reopened, Mr. Zhang used a combination of coaxing and deception to forcibly renew his life for two weeks at the Correction Center for Children with Extreme Mental Defects.
Two weeks later, Xiao Yuyi and the little monster came to their senses and went on a collective hunger strike.
At this time, Mr. Zhang was calm and composed, he made a phone call with a smile and took the chatterbox from the hydrological station to Yandu, where he accompanied the two young ancestors to class.
As soon as the little chatterbox was in place, the two young ancestors immediately converted to the Dharma.
This stroke of genius proved that Mr. Zhang understood the two young ancestors.
However, Mrs. Zhang ignored one thing.
The destructive power of a chatterbox!
In less than four weeks, seven doctoral supervisors who had published monographs and biographies were either crying, getting sick, going crazy, or relapsing, or...
Half furious.
After the seven doctoral supervisors stopped coming, Mr. Zhang’s great strategy of forcibly reopening the school and renewing his life failed.
The deeds of Mr. Zhang, who once galloped thousands of miles on the battlefield and then recovered nine times, suffered a tragic defeat when he was old, also made Yandu laugh.
Unwilling to give up, Mr. Zhang learned from his experience and immediately adjusted his tactics and forcibly separated the three classmates.
Then, the three little brats' counterattack made Mrs. Zhang unable to get out of bed for half a month.
Up to now, Mrs. Zhang’s blood pressure is frighteningly high, and the relevant departments have even made preparations for his funeral.
I was horrified to hear the methods of these three little brats.
Now, three delinquent children with extreme psychological defects have been abandoned by everyone. He is still struggling in the classroom on the third floor of the appraisal center.
Needless to say, these methods are all the work of small talkers.
Like the squad leader, Gu Yi is a kind-hearted and generous person who treats others. The little monster is addicted to the world of scientific research, and he is not the type to engage in struggle.
Only a small talker, she has been soliciting customers at the hydrology institute since she was a child, and has seen too much darkness in the world. The scheming methods she has learned far exceed those of ordinary adults.
Moreover, the chatterbox is mature enough, but has no respect for the laws of heaven. Just use whatever method works, without considering any consequences.
This is the scariest and most difficult to restrain.
"Master Tong. There is something I want to ask of you."
After talking leisurely about the current situation of the three little kids, Zhuang Chihua lowered his head, gently smoothed his hair with his lotus-white hands, and reluctantly looked away from the crooked shadow on the meadow.
From the action of Zhuang Chihua's green hair, I knew what she was going to say.
As expected, Zhuang Chihua took a deep breath and stared at me. He mustered up the courage to whisper: "The Long family wants to get back the Dragon-riding Guanyin."
"If you agree, I will be transferred back to Yandu in three months. Join the Tianjia Army."
"Euclidean Yi... and I can't live without you."
Two words with completely different results and styles merged into three sentences, which felt so weird and abrupt to me.
After months of training to be on par with Long Guangyao, Empress Zhuang has undergone a qualitative change in both her mind and determination.
Her last words were spoken very naturally and from the heart. .
in front of fool
In front of Gu Danniu, Zhuang Chihua's ability to say this proved that she had taken the most important step toward becoming a true empress.
If Zhuang Chihua said this last sentence, I don't know what choice I would make.
The weight of the confession in this last sentence is very, very heavy!
It was as heavy as the Hoh Xil Mountains behind me, making me breathless.
A queen whose power is infinitely close to that of Long Guangyao confesses her love to a man like me, who is like a duckweed and is almost like an ant in the wind.
What great courage this requires!
It is self-evident what it means for a woman to entrust her life to you, or to entrust her to you proactively.
"I killed five poachers."
"Let bygones be bygones."
"The Long family promises that all grievances will be wiped out."
Empress Zhuang stared at me, her autumn-cut eyes filled with the anticipation of the Three Gorges Dam water, and a bit of shyness of a girl: "I know you don't want to join the Tianjia Army. So I asked you to get the Fangzhou Appraisal Center. "
"Although Fangzhou has been withdrawn, you can get the appraisal center. Whether you want to be affiliated with the headquarters or the Tianjia Army, I can handle it for you."
"That's your place of Longxing, I think you won't be able to let it go."
After a pause, Empress Zhuang Qing added leisurely: "In the appraisal center, you can safely teach Yu Yi, Yang Yang, and Hao Xing."
"Mr. Zhang has inscribed it for your correction center. When you go back, he will personally deliver it to you and hang it up for you."
"From now on, you can take in any problem children you want."
I understand what Empress Zhuang said.
There is an inscription by Zhang Shiwei, my identification center and correction center, which can be passed down to three generations with closed eyes.
"Mr. Zhuang. Is this what Mr. Zhang means? Or does Mr. Wang mean it?"
"It has nothing to do with them. That's what I meant."
Zhuang Chihua looked at my face quietly, tears flashing in his voice and he sobbed: "I don't want to see anything happen to you again. I don't want to see you in such a miserable place anymore. I don't want to beg that beast Zhou Chenglong anymore."
"I couldn't help you with anything before, but now, I still have some weight."
"Euclidean Yi needs you, and so do I."
The fragrance of the most beautiful peonies fills my breath, stirring my nerves crazily.
