Lin Xiaoyu had followed him out of that house, but they still wanted to order her around.
Zhang Jiao, who is so unlucky, even tried to use the pressure of public opinion to morally blackmail the underage Xiaoyu. Did she really think that she, Li Shuping, was dead?
Li Shuping felt that she was too polite to them, so they still dared to bully her daughter.
"Your teacher wants to invite me to school just for this matter?" Li Shuping asked.
As long as it wasn't because of what happened in her previous life, she would feel relieved.
Lin Xiaoyu nodded. "Our class teacher Ren Cheng saw it and said that my father's family was sick, so he asked me, a student, to go to the hospital to take care of the patients. He refused to approve my leave and scolded my sister-in-law."
"I've already told you that this has nothing to do with you, Mom, but Teacher Cheng wouldn't listen and insisted on asking you to go to school next day." Lin Xiaoyu twisted her fingers.
Li Shuping shook her head. "It's okay. Mom will go to school with you later."
Mr. Cheng is a good teacher, and it just so happens that she can talk to him about Xiaoyu's studies.
Li Shuping: "Okay, sit down and eat."
Fortunately, she made more noodle soup, otherwise Xiaoyu would have nothing to eat when she came back.
At half past one, Li Shuping and Lin Xiaoyu went to school together.
Teacher Cheng's office is at the end of the teaching building, just past Lin Xiaoyu's class.
Hearing that Lin Xiaoyu's mother was coming next month, many students in Class 1 of Senior High School were waiting to see what Lin Xiaoyu's mother looked like.
"What do you think Lin Xiaoyu's mother looks like?"
Zhao Siyushuai shook her braids and said, "What else can she look like? She must be an old, ugly, rustic working woman!"
"That's right." Wang Meng echoed, "Can she be as beautiful as a flower? Siyu, let alone our class, even the mothers of all the students in the school are not as pretty as your mother, nor do they have the temperament as your mother."
Zhao Siyu's mother is a small leader in the tax bureau. Last time the school held a cultural performance and Zhao Siyu performed a solo dance, her mother came to the school once. Many students in the class have seen her mother.
Zhao Siyu raised her chin proudly. Her mother was a state cadre. How could ordinary women compare to her?
Sitting in the first row doing homework, Yu Jingming raised his head, adjusted his glasses and said, "Lin Xiaoyu is pretty, so her mother shouldn't be ugly."
Zhao Siyu's face twisted for a moment, and she stared at Yu Jingming. He actually said that Lin Xiaoyu was pretty!
Sure enough, her feeling was right, he was paying attention to Lin Xiaoyu!
Wang Meng observed Zhao Siyu's expression and said quickly, "Class monitor, is there something wrong with your eyes? What's so pretty about Lin Xiaoyu? If you want to say pretty, then your childhood sweetheart Siyu is the prettiest. Siyu is the most beautiful girl in our school."
Yu Jingming held his eyes and corrected, "Zhao Siyu and I are just neighbors, not childhood sweethearts."
Wang Meng: "We grew up together and are neighbors, so we are childhood sweethearts, right?"
As Zhao Siyu's lackey, Wang Meng knew very well that she liked squad leader Yu Jingming.
Although Yu Jingming wears glasses and only knows how to study, he looks very gentle and handsome, and his family is well-off.
Her mother is a university teacher, and her father is Zhao Siyu's father's direct superior.
The reason why Zhao Siyu hated Lin Xiaoyu so much and always made trouble for her was because at the beginning of the school year, she tripped over a stool and was about to fall, and was helped up by Yu Jingming.
Jiang Bichun nodded and said, "Yes, then they are childhood sweethearts."
Yu Jingming said seriously: "I said we are not childhood sweethearts, and I think Lin Xiaoyu is prettier than Zhao Siyu."
Zhao Siyu was so angry that her face turned red, her hands clenched into fists, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Yu Jingming repeatedly denied that they were childhood sweethearts, not only slapping her in the face, but he even said that Lin Xiaoyu was prettier than her!
How could that country girl Lin Xiaoyu be prettier than her?
Several people in the classroom who disliked Zhao Siyu all pursed their lips and smiled secretly, thinking that she was so embarrassed, being slapped in the face by her hinting to others that her childhood sweetheart was Yu Jingming.
As soon as she entered high school, Zhao Siyu told many people that she and Yu Jingming were neighbors, grew up together, and had a very good relationship.
Not only did he show off his own family, he also told everything about Yu Jingming's parents.
She always pretended to be very close to Yu Jingming, picking problems with him and asking him to go with her after school.
But Yu Jingming was always indifferent to her and did not show any familiarity.
Seeing her get slapped in the face now makes people feel inexplicably refreshed.
"Zhao Siyu, don't listen to Yu Jingming. He has eye problems. I think you are the most beautiful."
Yu Gaofeng, who was sitting in the last row, looked at Zhao Siyu with a grin, his mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.
Zhao Siyu paused. She didn't want to be told that she was pretty by such a person.
"Bang!" Zhao Siyu slammed the table, her eyes filled with five parts of anger, one part of grievance, and two parts of sadness. "Okay, we are not childhood sweethearts. Yu Jingming, remember this, you say this!"
Yu Jingming turned his head to do his homework and ignored her.
Zhao Siyu bit her lip and ran out of the classroom.
As soon as I ran out of the classroom, I bumped into a male classmate.
"You don't have eyes!" Zhao Siyu cursed.
"Hey, Miss Zhao, who made you angry again?" Class 12 student Lu Changyong was not angry after being scolded. Instead, he asked her with a sly smile.
When Zhao Siyu saw the other team's classmate Lu Changyong, she glared at him with disdain and took a half step back, "None of your business."
Lu Changyong put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and leaned forward slightly, "Of course it's my business. If you're angry or unhappy, I'll be sad."
Zhao Siyu bit her lower lip, controlling the corners of her mouth that turned up, and punched Lu Changyong in the chest in pretended anger, "Stop being disgusting."
"I'm not disgusting, I always speak from the heart."
"You still say that!" Zhao Siyu glared at him and stomped her feet.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Who told you to be my eldest lady? I have to obey your orders." Lu Changyong raised his hands in surrender with a rascally smile.
Zhao Siyu couldn't control the corners of her mouth and raised them upwards.
She knew that Lu Changyong liked her, and he was actually quite good-looking, but unfortunately he not only had poor academic performance, but was also a little ruffian, and his father was just a coal delivery worker in a coal factory.
A man like him was destined to be unworthy of her. Of course, Zhao Siyu looked down on him and just enjoyed the feeling of being liked by him.
Zhao Siyu turned her head and glanced into the classroom. As long as she looked up, Yu Jingming, who was sitting in the first row, would be able to see her and Lu Changyong.
But he was just concentrating on doing his homework and didn't care at all that she was with the little scoundrel Lu Changyong.
The corners of Zhao Siyu's mouth drooped again.
"Mom, this is my classroom." Lin Xiaoyu pointed to the senior high school class one classroom.
Li Shuping retracted her gaze and looked in the direction her daughter pointed.
In this life, she also didn't know where Xiaoyu's classroom was. In her previous life, she didn't even know which direction the door of Xiaoyu's classroom faced.
"Yeah, it seems that Lin Xiaoyu and her mother are here."
There was a sharp-eyed person in the classroom who saw Lin Xiaoyu and Li Shuping.
"Where? Where?"
Everyone crowded around the windows and doors.
Zhao Siyu turned her head and saw Lin Xiaoyu holding the arm of a middle-aged woman, her brows furrowed.
How could Lin Xiaoyu's mother look like this!
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