The second season 211 has a P meaning on the computer

  The old man was no longer young, with a head full of white hair, wearing a simple Zhongshan suit. Although he was scolded by the youngster, he didn't get angry at all and still tried to walk into the internet cafe.

  A tall and thin young man with long hair walked out of the internet cafe, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses on his face. His underdeveloped body was like a bean sprout, and he was holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a look of arrogance all over his face.

  The long-haired one was impatiently pushing the old man, muttering curses under his breath. The old man, however, refused to give up and shouted towards the inside: "Deng Miao Fan, Wang Song Liang, hurry back to school!"

  "If you shout again, I'll really take action!" Long hair shook his head, somewhat frantic, the boys gathered around the billiard table next to him chuckled and applied wax to the cue while watching the commotion.

  Liu Ziguang was just about to interrupt when he suddenly found the old man somewhat familiar, seemingly his middle school class teacher. He tentatively called out: "Teacher Wang?"

  The old man turned around and found Liu Ziguang standing by the side of the road, adjusted his glasses in confusion and said: "You are......" Then suddenly realized and said: "Your name is Liu Ziguang, I remember you, your father is Old Liu from the stamping workshop."

  Liu Ziguang chuckled and said, "It's me." He quickly stepped forward to support the old man, saying warmly, "Teacher Wang, are you still at Zi Di Middle School? What's going on here?" As he spoke, he glanced into the dark internet cafe, where a group of young people were intently sitting in front of computers playing online games, wearing headphones and holding cigarettes, occasionally letting out excited or frustrated shouts. Each person had piles of trash around them, including empty drink bottles, instant noodle bowls, and mountains of cigarette butts. The air inside the internet cafe was thick with smoke, making it hard to breathe.

  "Alas, I've retired and now help out at the school. These kids skip class to go online, so I'm here to find them and get them back to studying." Teacher Wang explained to Liu Ziguang, while letting out a deep sigh.

  "You, what about you, Long Mao? Come here." Liu Ziguang beckoned to Long Mao with a wave of his hand. The latter walked up with great impatience, sizing Liu Ziguang up and down, and said provocatively: "What's up?"

  "How dare you speak to the elderly like that? Don't you have any home training? Apologize at once!" Liu Ziguang's tone was calm, but his words made Zhang Ma's face turn red with rage, and his temples throbbed.

  "What the...! Who are you? Do you have the right to speak?" The long-haired man pushed Liu Ziguang violently, but couldn't budge him.

  Several people on the billiard table side saw something was wrong, so they all picked up their cues and walked over lazily, with a uniform expression of "Zhongnanhai" (a type of cigarette) in their mouths, surrounding Liu Ziguang in a semicircle.

  "Hey mister, you're speaking so rashly, aren't you afraid of getting a tongue-lashing?"

  "Hey buddy, where did you come from? Do you know whose territory this is?"

  The boys were shouting and making a scene, as if they were about to give Liu Ziguang a good scolding on the spot. Teacher Wang was anxious and pushed Liu Ziguang: "Child, don't bother with them, hurry up and go."

  Liu Ziguang supported Teacher Wang and said with a smile to the group of young hooligans: "I don't hang out anywhere, I just live in this area. You shouldn't speak like that to teachers or elders. If your parents don't discipline you, if your older brothers don't discipline you, then I'll do it for them."

  After finishing speaking, he took out a lighter from Zhongnanhai and lit one, then casually flicked off the flame.

  "Hey!" The little rascals were enraged by his arrogant attitude, a youth holding a cue stick rushed up and grabbed Liu Ziguang's collar, but saw the white Benne Road T-shirt inside.

  The young man swallowed hard, saliva. There were not many people wearing this kind of medieval clothing on the high slope, only one, and it was the legendary... The big brother's big brother, could he be? Ah yes, what did that old man call him just now?

  "Continue, let me see how formidable the little brother taught by Bei Xiaoshuai is." Liu Ziguang said disdainfully.

  The young man looked at the long-haired one, who also had a puzzled face. At this time, Teacher Wang came forward to mediate and pressed down on the young man's hand that was grasping Liu Ziguang's collar, saying: "Don't dare fight, kids, forget it, Liu Ziguang, hurry up and leave."

  This time the young men really listened clearly, this uncle was indeed the big brother of the big brother! For a while they only felt a chill in their bones, dizzy and confused, especially the young man who grabbed Liu Ziguang's collar, forgot to let go, his fingers turned white, his legs shook like sieves, water droplets dripped from his crotch, and a smell of urine wafted out.

  "Boss, I don't dare anymore, it was really not on purpose." Long Mao reacted first, speaking with a sobbing tone. The guy who had wet his pants in fright also hastily let go and retreated half a step, his face pale with fear, stuttering: "B...b...boss, I...I...I was wrong."

  Liu Ziguang adjusted his collar and said to Teacher Wang, "Teacher Wang, please wait a moment, I'll educate these students first."

  Teacher Wang was at a loss, completely bewildered, and saw that the group of boys who had just been arrogant and cold suddenly became humble and obedient, each one lowering their heads and kowtowing.

  Liu Ziguang walked a circle in front of them and calmly said: "All kneel down."

  With a rustling sound, seven or eight young men all knelt down facing Liu Ziguang.

  "It's not me you're kneeling to, it's Teacher Wang."

  The young men turned around and knelt down in front of Teacher Wang, shocking the old man into a loss for words.

  "Apologize to the teacher!" Liu Ziguang scolded, puffing on his cigarette.

  "I'm sorry, teacher."

  "We were wrong, please forgive us."

  Teacher Wang was so frightened that he quickly helped them up, but no one dared to get up, and they all stared at Liu Ziguang with wide eyes.

  "Not sincere at all! What's wrong with kids these days? They don't even know how to apologize and make amends. Come on!" Liu Ziguang remained unmoved.

  The boys shouted loudly again: "Teacher, sorry! We were wrong! Please forgive us!"

  The voice was loud and high-pitched, with a hint of crying, startling passersby who cast suspicious glances, while the students inside the iron-roofed house, still engrossed in their intense gaming competition, remained completely oblivious to what was happening outside.

  At this moment, Bei Xiaoshuai led several partners from the alley entrance and rushed over when they saw the scene, asking anxiously: "Guang Ge, what's wrong?"

  Liu Ziguang picked up a cue stick and said, "Turn around."

  Bei Xiaoshuai silently turned around and left without a word.

  Liu Ziguang struck hard with his stick, and Bei Xiaoshuai jumped up in pain, clutching his buttocks and gasping for air.

  "Look at your little brother, what's he become!" Liu Ziguang tossed the cue stick over, and Bei Xiaoshuai hastily reached out to catch it.

  "Give me lessons one by one, and beat me until I improve." Liu Ziguang said.

  Bei Xiaoshuai picked up the cue stick and shouted: "Wipe! Get your butts up!"

  The boys obediently raised their buttocks, and Bei Xiaoshuai swung the cue stick, sweeping past them one by one. Suddenly, there was a chorus of wailing and howling. After hitting the last person, the cue stick also broke. Bei Xiaoshuai then pulled out the wide leather belt with a copper buckle from his waist, wanting to continue beating them. Teacher Wang couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to stop him: "Don't hit them anymore, the kids know they were wrong."

  Bai Xiaoshuai looked at Liu Ziguang, and Liu Ziguang nodded. Only then did he reluctantly put away his belt and shouted: "Don't you thank Principal Wang?"

  What's going on with Principal Wang? Liu Ziguang looked at Bei Xiaoshuai suspiciously.

  "Guang Ge, you don't know that after you graduated, Wang Laoshi became the principal, then retired and was rehired back to be the principal again." Bei Xiao Shuai explained.

  "Oh, I remember now, you're Bei Xiaoshuai. The class clown from the third year of junior high, Class 5, who graduated six years ago, right?" Principal Wang had a great memory and a deep impression of Bei Xiaoshuai.

  Bei Xiaoshuai scratched his head in embarrassment: "Principal Wang still remembers me."

  "Alas, you've all grown up. Alright, hurry and get the kids up, it's dirty on the ground." Principal Wang said.

  "Don't thank Principal Wang yet!" Liu Ziguo shouted.

  The boys thanked in a low voice, got up, and stood aside with their tails between their legs.

  "Xiao Bei, Teacher Wang is here to catch students online, and this black internet cafe of yours should also be rectified. What are these kids doing squatting in front of computers all day, so useless." Liu Ziguang said.

  Bei Xiaoshuai waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately went to cut off the power supply of the iron sheet house. A dozen computers suddenly went black, and the children took off their headphones, complaining. Only then did they remember to turn back and look, seeing a large group of people at the door. The legendary Bei Lao Da was giving a cigarette to an even more majestic old man. Suddenly, no one dared to make a sound, staring at each other with wide eyes, but couldn't find any answers in each other's gaze.

  "Get out of here, all of you! Line up and follow Principal Wang back to school!" Be Xiao Shuai shouted sternly.

  A dozen or so kids quickly ran out, a few still holding cigarettes in their hands. Bei Xiaoshuai saw them and kicked one of them: "Still learning to smoke, are you old enough?"

  So many big shots are present, the little kids don't even dare to fart, obediently threw away their cigarettes, lined up in a row with their heads down. Bei Xiaoshuai was still not at ease, and said to one of his subordinates: "From now on, keep an eye on them for me, anyone who is still in school is strictly forbidden from entering the internet cafe."

  His subordinate asked: "These kids are all addicted, if they don't come to our internet cafe, they will go to other internet cafes."

  "None of you are allowed to go to the internet cafe, I'm telling you! Whoever dares to go online again, I'll ruin him!" Bei Xiaoshuai said viciously, and with a flick of his hand, the cigarette turned into fragments.

  The little kids were so scared they didn't dare breathe, and Principal Wang sighed with his head down.

  "Teacher Wang, you lead the students back first. If there's anything else, just give me a call." Liu Ziguang patted his body and found he didn't have a pen, so Principal Wang took out a pen and notebook from his pocket and wrote down Liu Ziguang and Bei Xiaoshuai's phone numbers.

  The little kids followed Principal Wang until their silhouettes disappeared at the end of the alley, and then Bei Xiaoshuai said: "Guang Ge, you won't really force them to go to school, will you? These little brothers aren't the material for studying, they'll just suffer in school."

  Liu Ziguang glared: "Nonsense, school is so much fun, you can make friends, ride horses, play computer games with a purpose, and those beautiful MM in the game are useless!"

  Bei Xiaoshuai nodded his head, convinced: "Guang Ge, I admit defeat."

  ……

  After dealing with the internet cafe student incident, Liu Ziguang looked at the time and saw that it was getting late, so he went home to change clothes and prepare for his appointment. As he passed by the courtyard, he heard a commotion coming from Old Deng's house next door, with pots and pans being smashed, and after a moment, Deng Yunfeng's wife stormed out with her bag, while Old Deng came out holding a wine bottle, sat down on the threshold with a thud, and held his head in his hands, looking like he was in great pain.

  Liu Ziguang walked into the house, and his mother said to him: "You see, Little Deng is not easy either. He's over 40, in his prime years, laid off with nothing to do, his kid is always hanging out at internet cafes and doesn't come home, his wife has gone back to her parents' house. Ziguang, if you have any connections, find a job for your Uncle Deng."

  "Uh-huh, mom, I remember," said Liu Ziguang.