Seeing the bloodstains still on her thermos, she almost burst into tears.
But the homeroom teacher didn't just stand there dumbfounded.
Instead, they walked to the side of Xixi Wetland:
"Jiangxi Xi, if there's anything wrong or any conflict, you can talk to the teacher."
Why did you resort to violence?
Jiangxi Xi did not answer the homeroom teacher's question, but instead strode out of the classroom.
The homeroom teacher watched Jiangxi Xi leave the classroom and sighed.
He turned around and asked his classmates what had happened.
Some students said they didn't know.
Some students said they saw Jiangxi Xi pick up a stool and smash it at the male student.
However, at this moment, human nature is fully revealed.
The group of classmates who bullied Jiangxi Xi said that it was because the boy who was knocked down bullied Jiangxi Xi that Jiangxi Xi got angry and hit him.
Judging from the way it looks, they must have just reached a consensus.
I couldn't help but chuckle from my seat:
Should we sacrifice one of them directly?
They completely absolved themselves of any responsibility.
At that moment, I felt nauseous to be classmates with this group of people!
The air was filled with a disgusting smell.
But none of this concerns me; I simply continue reading my book.
Then I heard that the school had issued a statement about it.
They also called Xixi's parents and the male student's parents to the school to mediate the matter.
Xixi's family paid the other party a sum of money, and Xixi was also suspended from school for a week as a period of reflection, and the matter was finally dropped.
It was only after Xixi returned to school that my relationship with her began to grow closer.
She was no longer as introverted as before, but became carefree, as if she had broken free of the shackles that bound her.
But in class, almost no classmates would take the initiative to talk to her.
After all, that kind of thing happened.
However, I don't care.
I don't care what people in my class think of me.
Perhaps it was just that my insignificant concern at that time that gave Xixi her only warmth.
We went from being complete strangers to being able to talk about anything.
This is a long process.
It's also a memory that belongs to the two of us.
I have never mentioned that matter in front of Xixi or anyone else.
It's as if that period of history never happened.
Coming to my senses, I looked at the yellowed book in my hand, intending to see what was in the next part.
But when I turned to page twenty-one, my eyes involuntarily fell on those four large characters:
Five deficiencies and three lacks!
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