On the rostrum.


    Gao Wu, a teacher of the organizer, stood up. It seemed that he was still a leader. He began to read out the rules and introduced the eleven teams entering the current round.


    Then, naturally, it came to the draw of the team leaders.


    This time, five games at the same time were "is this really the truth? Is it like this? Is it so natural? Tens of thousands of miles, thousands of miles, come all the way; here, under the scorching sun, take care of, maintain and protect one by one..."


    "Should it be so?"


    The teacher was fierce in both voice and expression: "where did your respect for teachers go? Where did your respect go? Where did your gratitude hide? Did your courtesy and respect be eaten by the dog?"


    "Especially your ten captains. As captains, do you set an example for others?"


    "Just because Zuo Xiaoduo came up and said hello, you were dissatisfied, and then the collective indignation became like this? Feeling dominated? Manipulated? Framed? Dug a hole?"


    "This is a natural thing. How can it become a pit? A frame? A calculation in your eyes?"


    "Is your self-esteem and pride so unattainable and untouchable?"


    "Look at your eyes as if you were going to swallow Zuo Xiaoduo alive. Why? A very normal thing and a very ordinary greeting are worth your hatred?"


    "Since you don''t want to say hello, just draw lots and go away. I care about your teacher. As a result, you gnash your teeth one by one and say hello to the teacher... Are you saying hello or cursing me?"


    "Come up to draw lots in the future. Except Zuo Xiaoduo, no one else should ask me how I am! I can''t be a little teacher. Say hello to you Tianjiao!"


    The teacher lost his temper at length on the stage, especially his face was blue and left!