Shen Feiwan was the Chinese class representative, and the Chinese teacher favored her. She quietly tugged at the man's shirt, then said loudly, "Director, Shen Feiwan is a three-good student in our class. How could she do such a thing? On the contrary, the student who reported her is a repeater and has very poor academic performance. Her words cannot be trusted."
The dean's expression softened and he looked at Jiang Qiao, "Student, do you have any evidence?"
Jiang Qiao really didn't expect that Shen Feiwan was a relative.
"Director, you can watch the surveillance footage. It was those three who took me to the abandoned teaching building. Also, Director, I don't think the Chinese teacher can judge a student based on their academic performance. Last time, I saw the Chinese teacher and the physics teacher—never mind, let's not talk about that. Anyway, the surveillance footage is my evidence."
She meant it.
When the Chinese teacher heard Jiang Qiao talking about her and the physics teacher, she immediately took a step back and looked at the dean's expression.
She pointed at Jiang Qiao, her eyes wide open, as if Jiang Qiao had hit the nail on the head. "Jiang Qiao, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Jiang Qiao pushed aside her thick bangs. She was already crying. She looked at the dean and said, "Dean, there's nothing wrong with the Chinese teacher and the physics teacher. Just pretend you didn't hear anything! After all, the world is in decline, and it's really not good for teachers to do that. I just mentioned it casually. But, the most important thing now is that I want to report Shen Feiwan and the other three. The old toilet is very smelly." There is also the female ghost in white.
Chinese teacher: Is that what you call a casual remark?
The dean's face became increasingly darker. Jiang Qiao could see that dark energy was emanating from him, and faint black lines were appearing on his face. The Chinese teacher and the students immediately lowered their heads.
Jiang Qiao was shocked. No wonder the school rules said that you can’t mess with the dean of studies. This guy isn’t an NPC, he’s a ghost!
"You three classmates, speak for yourselves." The man with a beer belly had a very cold voice.
Yu Zhiyan was the most frightened. When she saw the dean become like this, she was so frightened that she said everything: "Dean, I'm sorry, we were wrong. We will never do this again in the future. I apologize to Jiang Qiao."
Shen Feiwan also boasted that she had seen the director kill someone before.
"Director, I'm sorry. We know we were wrong. We just wanted to play a prank, and nothing has gone wrong. Director, I also apologize to Jiang Qiao."
Seeing this, Ye Qingqing could only apologize as well.
Jiang Qiao watched coldly. She just wanted to teach these three people a lesson today. She knew that the director would not do anything to Shen Feiwan. Qingteng No. 1 Middle School loves students very much. Good students are "gods", so they will not be dealt with seriously.
Jiang Qiao suffered the pain of being locked in the toilet, and she would fight back with even more disgusting methods. She did this for the reward the dean mentioned, just in case it was useful!
The dean of studies looked much better after seeing the three students' good attitudes. Jiang Qiao's guess was indeed correct. He did not want to punish these three students severely.
Shen Feiwan often represents the school in speech competitions. She has a good image and often takes the top three, bringing a lot of honor to the school.
"In that case, Jiang Qiao, are you willing to forgive them?"
The man's voice was clearly a question, but it did not allow for rejection.
Jiang Qiao naturally agreed and said with great emotion: "I do."
Then he said, "Director, that reward..."
The dean's authority was inviolable, and this feeling of fear was very useful to him.
"Student Jiang Qiao is brave enough to report and is awarded the position of study committee member."
Ye Qingqing, the former study committee member of Class 7: Are you going to fire me just like that?
Jiang Qiao: What kind of reward is this?
She doesn't want to be the study committee member!
After the dean left, he glanced at the Chinese teacher fiercely, obviously doubting what Jiang Qiao said.
Now, the Chinese class can no longer continue. Jiang Qiao's reporting nature has made her the target of public criticism.
The classmates all looked at her maliciously, especially the three who were reported.
However, Jiang Qiao didn't care. In the previous life, the original owner committed suicide. Except for Xu Yichen and Shu Xiaoli, everyone in this class had targeted her!
“Ding-ling-ling——”
get out of class is over.
Today is Friday, there is no evening self-study, so I can go home.
One thing Jiang Qiao was quite satisfied with today was that he didn't have homework.
At this moment, Shen Feiwan spoke.
"Teacher, you forgot to assign homework!"
Jiang Qiao: You idiot! You're the only one who loves studying. Even I, the study committee member, don't love studying as much as you do!
The Chinese teacher stopped and showed a satisfied look to Shen Feiwan, "Then finish those two test papers!"
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This school is really weird. The gate is badly damaged and the gatekeeper is staring at Jiang Qiao viciously.
What's going on?
[Host, you are cursed, so much so that some NPCs will hate you. ]
Jiang Qiao: "Okay! I'm just someone that people dislike..."
Jiang Qiao has to take bus No. 444 to go home, which is eight stops in total.
She keenly noticed that the passengers on the bus didn't like her very much, especially the old lady sitting behind her. Her dry face was getting closer and closer to her, and the smell of old age was getting more and more unpleasant.
Jiang Qiao couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly turned around to meet those misty eyes, "Grandma, don't you have a granddaughter? It feels like you've fallen in love with me, and you're so close to me!"
After hearing this, the old man moved away from Jiang Qiao and said meaningfully: "Granddaughter? She has been dead for three years, right? She is about the same age as you, and she was killed by my own hands... Hehehe——"
Although Jiang Qiao was not afraid of this face, the old man's words made her spine chill. Did he kill him with his own hands?
This horror copy is really perverted!
Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qiao finally arrived at the familiar neighborhood.
The name of the community is Wen Yi Home.
Jiang Qiao looked at these connected tube-shaped buildings and felt that they were not warm at all.
Her house is in the middle building, on the seventh floor.
The original owner's family was just an ordinary well-off family. His father Jiang Junsheng was a taxi driver and his mother Li Qiushuang was a salesperson. Their salary was just enough to support two children.
Jiang Qiao is their only daughter. Jiang's father and mother have some factors of favoring boys over girls. They wanted to have another child, but Jiang's mother's health cannot bear another child because of the conditions after giving birth to Jiang Qiao.
The original owner was very stupid and had poor academic performance since childhood, so when Jiang Qiao was six years old, his parents went to the orphanage and adopted a four-year-old boy named Shi Chuan.
Ever since Shi Chuan came to the Jiang family, the little love that Jiang's father and mother had for her was divided. This was also partly the reason for the original owner's inferiority complex, because she felt that she was disliked by her parents.
Jiang Qiao didn't have much affection for this non-blood-related brother. They were only two years apart in age and usually didn't talk when they met.
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