chapter 6 I am his teacher

Rada Fedoro sat on her massage chair, staring at the lines of words on the paper.

In the beginning, human beings are inherently good. Learning to make a living is a human being, and learning to make a living is a human being.

The non-issue question above was originally written by her in an essay.

But looking at this sentence, she felt that it seemed to make some sense.

Slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Mikhail Tarasov, haha, interesting."

Ah sneeze!

Mikhail Tarasov sneezed and wondered if God couldn't bear to see him looking so poor.

Wandering all the way to the food street not far from Aurora Secondary School, Mikhail Tarasov became serious.

There was no other way, he had to find a part-time job.

And it’s the kind that allows you to get paid daily. In addition, I want to see if I can solve the accommodation problem tonight at the store.

Restaurants and snack bars can be filtered out directly. After all, he has to be a teacher during the day.

Finally, a store called CV Bar came into view.

And there was a message posted on the door.

Unfortunately, it was noon, so there was no way the bar would be open.

"Mikhail!"

After the sudden cry, a figure rushed over quickly.

Mikhail Tarasov was stunned to see that kid Tyler Jones on the train here.

It seems that my lunch is finally settled.

Tyler Jones is so excited.

I just met Mikhail Tarasov while I was thinking about it. Could it be God's arrangement?

As long as Mikhail Tarasov can teach him, he believes that when his brother comes back from the army, he will be able to defeat his brother who will torture him when he comes back.

"Mikhail, you said that as long as we can meet again, you will treat me as the first inspection target."

Mikhail Tarasov was speechless, this kid really couldn't forget it.

"I'm a little hungry. When people are hungry, they can't think of anything."

Tyler Jones understood instantly.

"Kaige, there is a dumpling restaurant on this street that will satisfy you."

Half an hour later, Tyler Jones's mouth opened wide.

Seeing Mikhail Tarasov finally wipe his mouth with satisfaction after eating five plates of dumplings, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Beautiful! Well, I think you are a good boy. The internship period is three months. If you pass, I will officially accept you as my disciple."

Bang!

Tyler Jones slammed the table hard.

This dumpling meal is worth it.

He could never forget the sight of the plastic fork flying on the train for the past two days.

Mikhail Tarasov took a sip of water, looked at Tyler Jones.

"Xiao Meng, my training is devilish. Most people can't stand it, so you have to be mentally prepared. Besides, are you a student of Aurora Secondary School?"

Tyler Jones, no matter how much hardship he suffered, he was not afraid.

"Yes, Mikhail, are you here?"

Snapped!

Mikhail Tarasov jerked his head at Tyler Jones.

"No matter how big or small you are, you will call me Mr. Tarasov from now on, do you understand?"

teacher?

Tyler Jones was shocked.

But he also knew that it was not good to ask too many questions. Fortunately, he stopped thinking about this question and took out his mobile phone.

"Kai... Mr. Tarasov, can you tell me your mobile phone number now?"

"No cell phone."

After Mikhail Tarasov finished speaking, he stood up directly.

"You don't have to look at me like this. I really don't have a mobile phone. I will buy one when I make money. I will work as a teacher in school. Are you still afraid that I will run away?"

After separating from Tyler Jones, Mikhail Tarasov squatted directly at the door of the CV Bar.

According to Tyler Jones, CV Bar opens at two o'clock, which is considered a bar open in the afternoon.

There was still half an hour left, so of course Mikhail Tarasov was waiting.

This kind of waiting is really not a thing.

Mikhail Tarasov was once thrown into a swamp by an old beggar and lay there for a whole day.

All kinds of poisonous insects crawled around, and there was a pungent smell.

Compared to this, this place is heaven.

Just after two o'clock, a BYD F0 parked at the door.

When the driver got out of the car, the entire car body shook a few times.

Looking at this fat woman who should weigh 200 kilograms, Mikhail Tarasov slowly stood up.

He couldn't help but sympathize with this little car.

"What do you do?"

Tough, just like that weight.

Mikhail Tarasov immediately put on a shy look.

"Hello, eldest sister, I'm here to apply for a job as a night shift waiter."

The Fat Lady looked at it casually.

"What's your name?"

"Mikhail Tarasov."

Then the Fat Lady opened the door and said without looking back.

"Working hours are from 7 p.m. to 12 p.m., and wages are paid daily, at 150 yuan per day. If you are late, you will be deducted 50 yuan. You can leave."

Mikhail Tarasov is crazy. Shouldn't he have an interview or something?

"Sister, did I succeed?"

The Fat Lady threw out a very lethal eye roll.

"Nonsense, I'm not applying for the presidency. Remember to come to work at night."

readily!

With a job, Mikhail Tarasov will have his own one hundred and fifty yuan after the evening.

Being restrained by the old beggar, Mikhail Tarasov finally felt the hardship of making money.

Think back to those days, how could he be persuaded to take action by the Dragon King without a price of at least tens of millions?

Persistence is victory.

When you get involved with Arina West, wouldn't it be like the sky is high and the sea is vast, allowing birds to fly.

When Mikhail Tarasov was about to turn into an alley leading to the school, a figure who had been observing secretly ran back quickly.

"Brother Tao, that guy is here."

After hearing this, Frank Owens looked at the bald man in front of him and the colorfully dyed boys around him and said.

"Bill, this matter is easy to handle. Two thousand yuan will be transferred directly to you via WeChat."

Bill touched his bald head. "Young Master Fu, how can a kid like this still act? Can't I just go up and beat him up?"

Frank Owens shook his head.

"Damn it, wouldn't that give him an advantage? I just want him to know the disadvantages of meddling in other people's own business, so that he won't have to wander around the school with the identity of such a bad teacher in the future. Go ahead."

A fresh-faced student next to Frank Owens followed the bald head and the others directly into the alley.

At this time, Mikhail Tarasov had just turned in.

I saw a bald head pushing a student wearing Aurora Secondary School uniform against the wall.

"Damn it, you didn't bring your protection money today?"

The student was extremely frightened and kept pleading.

"Brother Guang, please give me two days of grace. Tomorrow... I will definitely deliver it to you tomorrow."

"Grace?"

A Bill sneered and planned to observe Mikhail Tarasov's position out of the corner of his eye, otherwise he would not be able to justify punching Frank Owens's younger brother.

The result was that he was shocked.

Mikhail Tarasov didn't know when he had appeared beside him.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

This frightened A Bill and he was a little confused when talking.

Mikhail Tarasov first hugged the student behind him, and then said to A Bill.

"I'm his teacher, what do you think?"

Frank Owens, who was not far away, secretly clenched his fist and took the bait.

People like A Bill are different from them. These people often fight. Ordinary people are not their opponents at all. Their fists have been trained hard for a long time.

He believed that even if Mikhail Tarasov was good at fighting, he would never be able to defeat the six or seven people like A Bill.

Bill over there smiled.

"It turns out to be a teacher. Okay, I'll give you a face. If you pay the protection fee for this student, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you guys will probably get some glory today. Well, let me do the math. The total is 10,000. .”

Mikhail Tarasov pushed the student behind him back again, and then moved his neck.

I was just holding in my anger.

Not to mention being a role model in school, if you encounter these gangsters when you go out, they will naturally be considered unlucky.

"I'll give it to your mother, do you want it?"

A Bill expression instantly turned cold.

"Fuck him!"

The battle has just begun, but it is actually the end.

There is really no challenge to these six or seven little gangsters.

Mikhail Tarasov was merciful and broke a few people's arms.

Looking at the people wailing on the ground, he turned around to establish an image and suddenly found that the student was missing.

Frank Owens, who was not far away, was dumbfounded.

this. . This is simply too powerful.

It only took ten seconds to knock down six or seven people.

He was a little scared.

At this time, the little brother ran over in a circle, his face was covered with sweat and his body was shaking.

"Brother Tao, this Mr. Tarasov is too scary. Let's not provoke him in the future."

Frank Owens was originally ready to give up. After all, there was no deep hatred.

But when I heard what my younger brother said, the issue of face arose.

Snapped!

Frank Owens slapped him forward and said fiercely.

"Damn it, just get out of here. I , Frank Owens, have never suffered this kind of loss before. He is dead."

Mikhail Tarasov is very unhappy now. He has set up his appearance and mentality, but no one appreciates it.

So he could only turn his attention to A Bill again.

This sparse and ordinary glance seemed to A Bill like a death stare. He ignored the severe pain in his arm and hurriedly begged.

"Brother... No, Master, Master, it was our fault. I will no longer charge protection money. Please let us go. If you fight again, someone will die. I have a superior and a subordinate..."

"Shut up! Remember, stay away from Aurora Secondary School in the future. Go away."

With the last sentence, Mikhail Tarasov was very satisfied and felt like the patron saint of dawn. This is the ending that a normal movie should have.