Chapter 147: That top student, come over and talk about the topic 6

She really didn't keep Mingnan waiting too long.

During the break, someone suddenly knocked on the door. "Is Mingnan here? The dean wants you to go to his office."

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

Those who were sitting or walking out all stopped and looked over.

Mingnan was not surprised at all. He stood up, nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you."

My deskmate Su Qiu asked worriedly, "Why did the dean call you? Is it something?"

Mingnan thought about it, lowered his head and said a few words to her. Su Qiu's eyes lit up and nodded, "Okay!"

Then she hurried out the front door.

Mingnan left through the back door and went straight to the office.

The dean's office was at the other end of the corridor. Mingnan walked through the entire third year of high school, looking at the young and energetic faces there, and felt out of place.

[Sure enough, there is a difference between being truly young and pretending to be young. 】

205: [Who is pretending to be young? ]

Mingnan: [Me.]

Mingnan: [Although I don’t want to admit it, my age is enough to make me the ancestor of their ancestors. When I am among them, everything I see is new. I feel like I am sneaking around, like I am stealing something.]

205: [……]

[By the way, I haven’t heard you laughing for a long time. I miss you. Why aren’t you laughing? ]

205: [Guess what?]

Mingnan: [Hehe~]

205: [. . . ]

While they were joking around, they arrived at the office.

Mingnan took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Soon the stern and deep voice of the dean of studies came from inside, "Come in——"

Mingnan opened the door and when he looked up he met the eyes of Lu Xueting and the other four people who were sitting there.

When Lu Xueting saw her, she smiled smugly and provocatively, "Director, Mingnan is here."

Mingnan ignored him, closed the door, and greeted Director Mediterranean who was sitting behind the desk.

The Dean of Studies wore narrow-framed glasses, and when he raised his head, the wrinkles on his forehead were very obvious, pushing his eyebrows even lower. His face looked a little fierce, with a sheen that was not sure if it was sweat or oil.

When he saw Mingnan, his sparse eyebrows knitted up, and he didn't let her sit down. He started by questioning: "Classmate Lu said that you trapped them in the toilet last Friday and threw a dirty mop at them. Is that true?"

Lu Xueting said, "Really, Director, I'm still hurting. She really hit us hard. We can't just let this go!"

"Yes, yes, I haven't been able to sleep well these past two days."

"Wuwuwuwu, we just said a few words and she attacked us. If you don't do anything, we will have to call the parents!"

Several people got the director involved in a quarrel.

If he doesn't care and his parents come, who knows what kind of trouble will happen.

The most important thing is that he couldn't explain to the vice-principal.

Mingnan stared at him calmly, and seeing his expression changing from time to time, he guessed his thoughts almost exactly.

[205, let's make a bet. I bet that no matter what happens, the dean will force me to apologize to them.]

205: [Don’t bet, you are a big pig hoof. ]

Mingnan: [……]

[Stop making a fuss. Is there any surveillance in this room? ]

205: [No, I checked and they didn’t record anything.]

Mingnan immediately revealed a mysterious smile and said, "Then turn on the recording function on my phone for me."

205: [Opened, hehe^_^]

"Okay, let's talk it over nicely. Stop crying. What does that look like?"

The Dean of Education slammed the table, turned to look at Mingnan, and immediately said in a stern tone, "I'm asking you a question, go ahead and speak."

Mingnan raised his hands and asked innocently, "Director, how many hands do I have?"

The dean glared at him and asked, "Why are you talking nonsense when I ask you a question?"

"Two." Mingnan thought to himself, "Look at how many hands they have. Five people, ten hands. Why do you think I can beat five of them by myself?"

"Are all five of them made of paper?"

Dean of Studies: “…”

Yes.

He scratched his hairless head hesitantly and glanced at Lu Xueting and the others suspiciously.

Lu Xueting stood up suddenly and pointed at Mingnan with her nude nail polished hand, "Stop pretending! You're not just one against five, you can beat ten if there are five more! I'm in pain all over now, it's uncomfortable whether I'm sitting or standing, it's all because of you!"

Mingnan shuddered suddenly and took a step back. "If I was so cruel, there would definitely be scars, right? But didn't you say that there would be nothing wrong if we went to the hospital for a checkup? I know you don't like me, but you can't confuse right and wrong and make up stories, right?"

She said aggrievedly, "You can't have internal injuries, right?"

"Who knows what evil methods you used?" Seeing her like this, Lu Xueting got angry and yelled at the dean, "Dean! What I said is the truth. Don't think she is pretending to be pitiful!"

"Yes, Director. If you don't believe the five of us, do you believe her?"

The other four people stood behind Lu Xueting.

Mingnan sniffed, listened to the footsteps outside the door, and said loudly: "When did the one with more people become right? Three people make a tiger?"

"You were so capable that day, weren't you? Are you scared now? Are you pretending? I feel disgusted when I see you like this!"

Lu Xueting rushed over and was about to attack Mingnan, but Mingnan took a step to the side without leaving a trace. The fierce palm wind was close at hand, so Mingnan dodged by turning sideways.

The dean's eyes widened, "What are you doing?!"

At the critical moment, the door opened with a "click".

Lu Xueting was too close and couldn't dodge in time, and there was a muffled "bang".

She paused for a moment, perhaps stunned by the impact. It was not until two lines of hot blood flowed down that she realized the sharp pain and screamed immediately.

“Aaaaaaah – my nose!”

Mingnan curled the corner of his lip imperceptibly, [You deserve it.]

"Xue Ting?!"

"Are you okay?"

"Raise your head quickly! Where's the paper?"

One of them was so angry that he kicked the door and said, "Who is this? Doesn't he have eyes?"

However, the other person grabbed the door and pushed it open, revealing An Jing's angry face.

"Say it again? Who doesn't have eyes?"

The girl who was speaking suddenly felt as if her neck was strangled and became speechless.

Mingnan stood up, lowered his head, and looked like he had suffered a lot of grievances. The corners of his eyes were a little red, "Teacher..."

An Jing took a deep breath, patted her shoulder and said, "It's okay, the teacher is here."

She turned to look at Lu Xueting, who was holding her nose with a look of resentment, and said in a sharp voice: "You're not going to stop making trouble, are you?"

"Director, Mingnan is well-known in our class for being introverted and honest. How could she possibly hit them? Look at her thin arms and legs. It would be painful to hit one, let alone five. Isn't that ridiculous? Besides, they were late this morning. I checked them out. They didn't have any injuries on their bodies. There was no hospital diagnosis certificate. Do you believe this?"

"Isn't this bullying?"

Mingnan stood beside An Jing. He covered his mouth when he heard the words, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

205: [Just a little bit of schadenfreude is enough, but don’t be too obvious.]