chapter 5 identity transformation

people? student?

There are just a few words on the paper.

It reminded Mikhail Tarasov of the strange and profound questions that the old beggar man used to ask.

The answer to this kind of question is all-encompassing, and you can say anything you want.

Mikhail Tarasov thought for a moment, then suddenly picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the paper.

At this time, the sound of the door handle turning was heard.

Mikhail Tarasov hurried to the sofa and sat upright. After all, he would be a student here from now on, so he wanted to leave a good impression on the director of the Academic Affairs Office.

As the figure appeared, Mikhail Tarasov looked over.

There was a feeling of being amazed for a moment.

The silver business suit, which covers the buttocks, cannot hide the bumpy figure.

The white calves are exposed, making people endlessly daydream.

With her hair tied up and black-rimmed glasses, she is the perfect cosplayer in a different place.

Rada Fedoro became the director of the education department of Shuguang Private Middle School at a young age, relying not on her beauty, but on her true strength.

Her resume would put many to shame.

Therefore, in the entire school, there were almost no men who dared to stare at her with such naked eyes.

And today I finally met it.

Rada Fedoro frowned slightly and said displeasedly.

"Who are you?"

Mikhail Tarasov stood up, with a very sunny smile on his face, making himself look as unsophisticated as possible, and at the same time stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, you must be Director You. My name is Mikhail Tarasov. I just came to report today."

Mikhail Tarasov?

It seemed that this was the name the principal had greeted her with before.

Looking at the extended hand, Rada Fedoro mentally rejected it, but due to the principal's face and politeness, she could only shake it symbolically.

"Hello."

This hand can definitely be ranked in the top ten among the women Mikhail Tarasov has touched. .

No, after rubbing it carefully twice, it should be ranked in the top five.

"Comfortable?"

"kindness.."

A sudden voice appeared, and after answering subconsciously, he saw You Rada Fedoro's face covered with frost.

Mikhail Tarasov quickly let go.

"Haha, I can't help myself."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mikhail Tarasov regretted them.

I'm not the Dragon King now, why do I feel like I'm teasing the dean.

Rada Fedoro snorted and said nothing more.

She hates the kind of moths that come in through the back door, especially the lustful moths.

Leaning on the desk, Rada Fedoro spoke.

"Mikhail Tarasov, I can't stop you from coming here, but after becoming a teacher, I hope that even if you can't teach the students well, you won't transmit bad ideas to them. Otherwise, even if the principal is here, I will kill you. Drive out the dawn!"

Mikhail Tarasov kept nodding.

"Well, don't worry, Director You, I will definitely..."

etc!

Something seems wrong.

"Director You, did you just say I was a teacher?"

Rada Fedoro thought Mikhail Tarasov was causing trouble again, so she simply ignored it and continued.

"You don't have the slightest degree. I wouldn't trust you to be given another position. It just so happened that the music teacher in the third grade of high school resigned, and his job will be handed over to you from now on."

Mikhail Tarasov is crazy, he is really a teacher.

This one is Aleks Makarov, making his own decisions.

His original plan must have been to become a student. Is he that old?

But thinking about it, the teacher will be the teacher, as long as there is a chance to get close to Arina West.

Thinking of this, Mikhail Tarasov suddenly felt relaxed.

Looking at the beauty You Rada Fedoro, it seems that the teacher can pursue the dean.

"Sister You, don't worry, I'm a born musician. Piano, guitar, drums; suona, guzheng, erhu, I..."

"Stop it!"

Rada Fedoro is completely crazy, there are such shameless people in the world.

"Who is your sister You? Mr. Tarasov, please pay attention to your words and call me Director You."

After saying that, regardless of Mikhail Tarasov's reaction, he directly threw a document on the table to Mikhail Tarasov.

"This is a contract. Sign it if there are no problems. The probation period is three months, the salary is 3,000 yuan, and after being regularized, it is 10,000 yuan per month."

Mikhail Tarasov's face suddenly drooped.

"Director You, this...can the salary be paid in advance? I don't even have a place to live, so I can at least pay the rent."

Rada Fedoro was shocked. Was this really introduced by the principal?

However, seeing Mikhail Tarasov's embarrassed look, Rada Fedoro rarely smiled.

Of course Mikhail Tarasov should praise this kind of beauty.

"Director You, you look pretty when you smile. Smile more."

Rada Fedoro immediately stopped smiling.

"Salaries cannot be paid in advance. They are all collectively settled by the financial department. The school has teachers' apartments allocated. You can go directly to the Management Section to see Mr. Barry later and he will allocate them to you."

After leaving the office, Mikhail Tarasov felt unhappy.

Does it bother me that much? You can't even chat for a while, you are so anxious to drive me out.

Management Section? where?

Just as a classmate was walking towards us, Mikhail Tarasov hurriedly stopped him.

"This classmate, where is the Management Section?"

"On the building opposite."

Along the way, Mikhail Tarasov finally observed clearly.

This is truly a private school.

Boys wear white shirts and blue jackets, and blue pants and white sneakers.

Judging from the texture, it should be very good.

Girls are cuter.

The upper body is dressed similarly, and the lower body is a blue skirt that reaches the knees.

Mikhail Tarasov, who was walking through the small park on campus, suddenly stopped.

Next to the fountain, three people surrounded a short boy wearing glasses and pushed him around.

School bully!

This is the word that Mikhail Tarasov formed in his mind instantly.

As a teacher, how can I ignore this situation?

After clearing his throat, Mikhail Tarasov shouted loudly.

"stop!"

Frank Owens had a cigarette in his mouth, and there was a sudden loud shout. He thought it was some teacher.

I was about to put out my cigarette butt, but I felt unhappy when I saw the person shouting.

"none of your business?"

Mikhail Tarasov had already walked over and pointed with a very sacred gesture.

"As a teacher, isn't it my responsibility if you bully your classmates like this?"

Frank Owens and his two younger brothers burst into laughter.

"Are you a teacher? Haha, then I'm still the principal. Get out of here, or I'll deal with you too."

The short boy was very grateful that Mikhail Tarasov's road was uneven and said hurriedly.

"Thank you, classmate, please don't worry about this matter. I'll write a few more homeworks for them and they'll be fine."

Looking at the three people who were still laughing, Mikhail Tarasov's face turned cold.

His right foot suddenly jumped out.

When he was about to touch Frank Owens's cheek, he suddenly stopped.

Mikhail Tarasov was helpless.

I am a teacher now. I cannot use violence to solve problems. I have to influence them.

Frank Owens was dumbfounded. The cigarette butt in his right hand fell to the ground without any reaction.

The bangs on his forehead fluttered with the kick just now, which clearly shows the power of this kick.

Although I don’t know why I stopped at the last moment, one thing is undeniable.

This man can definitely beat all three of them.

Mikhail Tarasov tried his best to make his smile look easy-going.

"Three classmates, you must understand that classmates must help each other and..."

"let's go!"

Frank Owens waved and left with his two younger brothers, leaving Mikhail Tarasov stunned on the spot.

Damn, I am so eloquent? Convinced them without saying a few words?

"This student, please go back to the classroom quickly. If they bully you again in the future, they will come to the teacher."

The short man was speechless, and he was still a teacher. .

"Be careful yourself. The leader is called Frank Owens. He is the top leader in Class 5 of our senior high school. Not many people dare to provoke him. If you offend him today, he will definitely find his place again."

Seeing the short man leaving, Mikhail Tarasov smiled.

I am a teacher, who am I afraid of?

Ten minutes later, under the building of the Management Section.

A younger brother ran up to Frank Owens and said in shock.

"Brother Tao, that boy is really a teacher. He went to Section Mr. Barry to ask for a teacher's apartment."

Frank Owens was also surprised, but then a sneer appeared on his face.

"Teacher, what's wrong? If you dare to offend me, you won't have a place to live!"

He is not a fool. It definitely doesn't matter if he needs a teacher's apartment, otherwise he wouldn't dare to do it.

In an office upstairs, Mikhail Tarasov was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Damn it, the principal didn't even give me any pretense, and you, a little section chief, can't even meet me.

It didn't take long for Mr. Barry to come in.

"Xiao Zuo, I'm really sorry. The only two apartments left are unavailable because they are undergoing plumbing renovations."

To put it bluntly, there is no house. Mikhail Tarasov was speechless, he was so unlucky.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barry. Let me know when you have a house."

"Okay, small things."

After Mikhail Tarasov left, Mr. Barry fell into deep thought.

This kid entered the teacher's archives at such a young age. It's probably related to him.

It's a pity. If it weren't for Frank Owens's call, it wouldn't be a big deal to give you an apartment.