He didn't believe that such a person would steal anything.
He was about to open his mouth to explain something for Yancuo, but the bell rang at this moment, and the students hurried back to their seats. He had no choice but to give up and return to his seat.
The head teacher was a conservative middle-aged woman, and the class was rather boring. Xu Lin looked at Yan Cuo in front of him. She sat upright, her eyes fixed on the blackboard.
She couldn't help but think of how she looked just now, how her eyes were red but she refused to shed a single tear.
What a strong girl, he thought, he was willing to believe her.
Yan Cuo was in a daze throughout the class and didn't hear what the teacher said at all. She kept thinking about the scene just now and felt a deep sense of discomfort in her heart.
She didn't want to be misunderstood or slandered, but no one believed her.
After class, the girls in the class hurried to find the head teacher and told him about it. The head teacher seemed a little surprised and asked, "Is what you said true?"
The girls were all anxious at the moment, "Of course it's true, all the classmates saw it, Li Yuanyuan found the pencil sharpener from Yan Cuo's desk."
The head teacher said in a deep voice: "Don't tell anyone about this matter. I will investigate it thoroughly. Don't talk about it in class."
Several girls left in disappointment, and the head teacher quickly asked someone to find Yan Cuo.
"Is everything that happened today true, Yancuo?" the head teacher looked at her seriously and asked.
Yancuo raised his head and looked at her, "Teacher, it wasn't me, I didn't take it."
The teacher was a bit skeptical and asked in a serious tone, "But now everyone in the class says they found it in your desk. You're still young, so it's understandable that you made a mistake. I don't want to make a big deal out of this, so why don't you go apologize to Li Yuanyuan and let this matter go."
Yan Cuo suddenly looked up at her, incredulous: "Teacher, I said I didn't take it."
The teacher became a little impatient. "Okay, okay, if you're wrong, you should admit it and don't make the same mistake again next time. Now follow me to the classroom and apologize to Li Yuanyuan."
As he said that, he grabbed Yan Cuo's hand and prepared to take her to the classroom.
Yan Cuo refused to leave no matter what, staring at her with red eyes, and refused to follow her even if he died: "I said, I didn't do it, I won't apologize!"
The head teacher's face turned grim at this moment, and his voice became even more stern: "You did something wrong and you still refuse to admit your mistake. Is this what your parents taught you? You must go and admit your mistake to Li Yuanyuan today, or I will call your parents. It's your choice."
Yan Cuo stood there, not saying a word, staring at her intently.
The head teacher was also a little angry at this moment. He picked up the phone and found the contact information of Yancuo's grandmother. The old lady's hearing was not very good, and it took her a long time to hear what the teacher said, but her tone was a little bit unbelievable.
"Teacher, is this a mistake? Our Yanyan is a very well behaved child and would never steal other people's things. It must be a mistake."
The head teacher didn't have a good tone. He just said to the person on the other end of the phone, "You'll know when you come to school," and then hung up.
After saying that, he looked at Yancuo with a disappointed expression on his face, "Wait until your grandma comes, and then I'll see what you have to say."
Yan Cuo still didn't say anything, but his eyes drifted into the distance, and his little face was full of stubbornness.
Grandma came over quickly. She was a little hunched over, with a head full of white hair. She hugged Yancuo and said, "Don't be afraid, Yanyan. Grandma believes in you. You are a good child."
Yan Cuo had been holding back his tears just now, but now he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Only this old woman would believe in herself regardless of everything, and only she would give herself unique warmth.
The head teacher rambled on and on in front of the old man, but the old man only said one sentence: "Yanyan is a good child in our family and will not steal anything."
The teacher looked at the grandparents and grandchildren with a headache, and finally asked the old man to take Yan Cuo back first, and then he went to the class to ask if there was any misunderstanding.
Yancuo followed his grandmother back home. Along the way, his grandmother did not say a word of blame. She held Yancuo's hand tightly. That hand was so warm that it seemed to warm Yancuo's heart.
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