Evil Girls High School
Seeing this, the teachers who had been acquaintances for a while also began to become suspicious, and some even cursed directly, "You're a pervert."
Zhang Han's mother thought she was going to quibble and immediately asked, "On the first day of high school, did you take my daughter to the abandoned teaching building alone?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Zhou Qianling with contempt.
Zhou Qianling frowned as he recalled, vaguely remembering something like this. "I don't quite remember the cause, I just remember taking Zhang Han into the building to look at something."
"Shameless bastard, do you not remember or are you too embarrassed to say it? You said you were taking her to see the flowers!"
Everyone gasped, Zhang Han screamed and buried his head in the policeman's arms, crying bitterly.
The police officer quickly patted her back to comfort her, disapprovingly saying, "Zhang Han's mother, saying this in public is a secondary trauma to the child." She said to the colleague who was holding Zhou Qianling, "Take him back to the police station first."
interrogation room.
"You said you took her into the abandoned school building to see the irises. Do you have any evidence?"
"There's no evidence." Under the bright light, Zhou Qianling's expression was indifferent, even numb. "I've explained this many times. There's no surveillance in the abandoned teaching building."
"Why did you take her to see the flowers?"
This question had been asked many times, and Zhou Qianling mechanically answered, "Because I met her in the small garden after school, and she said she liked irises. I remembered there were many wild iris butterflies in the abandoned teaching building, so I suggested taking her to see them."
She didn't need the other party to ask and continued, "I knew Zhang Han before she enrolled. Her sister was also a student of mine. During the remedial classes in her senior year, she often brought lunch to her sister. Over time, she had some exchanges with the teachers and classmates."
Zhou Qianling stared at the police calmly and said, "I don't know why she wrote me to show her mine... Actually, we just watched the iris butterflies for a few minutes and then left."
Police: "Regarding what she described in her diary, your first time at her home..."
Zhou Qianling was a little tired. "Officer, I didn't do any of this. Please allow me to communicate with Zhang Han."
The interrogating police officer was silent for a moment and walked out of the interrogation room.
Outside the surveillance camera, Zhang's mother gnashed her teeth as she stared at Zhou Qianling, who was sitting upright on the screen. She tried to remain calm and said to the officer, "How can she admit it just by asking her like this? This kind of beast needs to be tortured."
The policeman in front of the screen seemed to be thinking about something. He turned to look at Zhang Han who was sitting in the corner with his head down and had some guesses.
According to Zhang's mother, when the teacher was exposed as a lesbian, she said in the WeChat group that she was worried that her child would be led astray. She asked for leave for her daughter that afternoon and asked indirectly whether Teacher Zhou had any different actions towards their female students.
Unexpectedly, she really discovered the clue. Zhang Han's mood was not right that day, and his eyes became redder with every question he asked.
She knew her daughter had the habit of writing a diary, and she noticed something unusual. She sneaked into the house that night, took out the diary from the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk and looked through it. The latest entry was still some excerpts of poems and lyrics, plus her mood that day: not good.
Zhang's mother didn't notice anything unusual, so she put the diary back and covered her with a blanket.
When she was about to leave, she tripped over something. She bent down and dug it out from under the bed and found that it was also a diary.
I opened a page at random and my pupils suddenly contracted.
She flipped through a few more pages in disbelief, and every entry was shocking.
Her daughter had been molested by a woman since she was in the third grade of junior high school.
Even more despicable is that this beast, who only verbally harassed them, actually visited their home under the pretext of their eldest daughter's declining grades. When they weren't paying attention, she broke into Zhang Han's bedroom... Since her daughter started high school, it's even easier for her to detain and insult her under the pretext of answering questions...
The interrogating officer entered the monitoring room, drank some water, and exchanged glances with her colleague who had been observing the interrogation. Then, she squatted in front of Zhang Han and asked gently, "Do you want to talk to your teacher?"
Zhang's mother hugged her daughter tightly and said, "I don't agree. She has just recovered."
After saying that, the shoulders that he was hugging tightly began to twitch again.
The police officer glanced at Zhang's domineering mother and said to Zhang Han, "This incident has a huge impact on Teacher Zhou. She may spend her whole life in prison."
Zhang Han looked up. "It's not a fine, it's a punishment." She gasped uncontrollably, but finally managed to finish the sentence. "Isn't it just a fine?"
The policeman shook his head.
"I," Zhang Han looked horrified and began to cry again.
"Zhang Han, are you watching? The teacher doesn't blame you, talk to the teacher."
Several people looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhou Qianling looking up at one of the surveillance cameras with no expression on his face.
"I," Zhang Han glanced at his mother and seemed to be about to cry again as if he thought of something.
The police understood the situation and asked Zhang's mother to step aside for the time being. To reassure her, they called a colleague to bring Zhang Han into the interrogation room.
The remaining police officer turned off the surveillance video and suddenly asked, "You said there was a woman selling mutton noodles who was also deliberately approaching your daughter?"
"Yes, I asked for my daughter's name and number the day before yesterday."
The policeman stopped talking and turned back to look at the screen.
Zhang Han sat on a wooden chair, with two policemen guarding him on both sides.
"Can you tell me why you wrote it that way?" Zhou Qianling asked, still as tolerant as he was in class.
Zhang Han opened her mouth and breathed rapidly until her face turned red. She mustered up the courage to spit out: "Because I like the teacher."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, covered her face with her hands and sobbed, "Ever since my classmates saw me in junior high school, I've been hiding. I didn't expect to be discovered again..."
Thinking that his fantasy texts about his teacher were made public and that the person was right in front of him, Zhang Han's feelings of shame, embarrassment, and timidity all reached their peak. It was so unreal that he thought he was dreaming.
What if my mom finds out?
Zhou Qianling's calm expression broke for a moment, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
She originally thought that she was too harsh, so Zhang Han slandered her in this way.
The two policemen pursed their lips to suppress their laughter, but felt it was immoral. They bent down to comfort her, "It's okay. I also liked teachers when I was a child. We will have a good talk with your mother later."
Zhang Han shook his head.
She was a little overwhelmed. If she had denied it when her mother pressed her whether it was true, would it not have developed to this point?
Zhang Qing lost her husband early in life and raised two sisters alone. She didn't read many books and didn't receive any education, but she knew these were good things, so she tried her best to give the best to her two sisters. Every year, she spent countless money on cram schools, interest classes, and tutoring.
Zhang Han felt overwhelmed. During the difficult high school entrance examination period, she met her sister's homeroom teacher.
A mature and relaxed woman.
It would be great if this person was my mother.
She originally thought so, but gradually, the words of comfort from her "mother" changed. After failing a mock exam, she began to imagine that Zhou Qianling had forced herself.
The tip of Zhang Han's pen trembled as he wrote every word.
If you fail the exam, you will be severely punished.
Mom will go crazy if she sees this, haha.
Am I not a good student? Look, the good students are writing obscene words.
It was hard to tell whether he was taking revenge or venting his feelings, but after putting down his pen, Zhang Han briefly felt an unprecedented sense of relief and comfort.
"I still don't dare let my mother know." Zhang Han lay on the table and cried breathlessly.
His immature thinking only considers that his behavior will disappoint, anger, and embarrass his mother, but he does not know that what a mother wants to see most is that her child is not harmed.
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