"Oh, oh, that's too much trouble."
"Director Lin is very busy and has more important things to attend to. There is no need for him to come here."
Director Zhao rubbed his hands and picked up the silver USB flash drive on the table.
"I wonder what's in this?"
"You'll know if you open it and listen."
He Sui pulled a chair over and sat down, relaxed his body leaning against the back of the chair, and yawned twice.
I was thinking that I would sleep for a while when I got home.
He sat like a big boss, with his feet on the ground and rocking his chair from side to side.
It was as if he was the head teacher, and Director Zhao, who only dared to sit on one-third of the stools, was the student who made the mistake.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"The big devil everyone fears is just a coward who likes to hold a pink umbrella!"
"I have a mother who gave birth to me but no mother who raised me..."
There was a cacophony of fighting behind them.
Just by hearing the first sentence, Director Zhao started to sweat profusely.
The more I listened, the more frightened I became.
This voice... belongs to the student who was beaten the worst that day.
People always believe what they see with their eyes and hear with their ears first.
But what you see and hear may not necessarily be the truth of the matter.
Most people will sympathize with the weak, but the weak may also be the one who commits violence.
“So this is what happened.”
It was hard to imagine that the skinny boy who stood timidly in front of him two days ago was actually such a classmate who led others to bully and provoke others in private.
If it were someone else, without this voice message to clarify the facts, they would most likely face the worry of being expelled from school.
The school will not give up its reputation for the future of a student.
Especially for a famous key middle school like No. 1 Middle School, it is impossible to have a stain on yourself.
"Where did you get this USB drive? Why didn't you take it out a few days ago?"
Although it is indeed wrong to hit someone, if you don't fight back, you will be the one who gets hit.
He Sui is a young man with the natural rebelliousness and ruthlessness of a teenager.
It is understandable that they would do such a thing.
Everyone has a youth when they are hot-blooded, impulsive and willful.
Director Zhao's eyes softened as if he was thinking of his youth.
But why did He Sui take out this USB flash drive just now?
The day Lin Shuangshuang was invited, he could have used the USB drive to defend himself.
"Don't worry about that."
You old man, why do you talk so much?
He Sui frowned and his face turned cold.
Director Zhao touched his hairless head and smiled awkwardly.
"I know about this matter. Does He Sui have any good solutions?"
Now they have found the Academic Affairs Office and specifically asked him to issue a clarification statement!
This was a disguised revenge for what he had taught him that day!
"Director Zhao is also a relatively authoritative teacher in the school."
"Why don't we ask Director Zhao to post a clarification and have Zhou, the student who scolded me, read a letter of apology during the afternoon break on the radio."
"After all, if this kind of behavior of forming gangs and bullying gets out to others, it will bring shame to the school."
"Oh, okay, okay."
Director Zhao nodded in response.
Fortunately, it was not a particularly reckless method, so I could only ask classmate Zhou to come over.
He Sui stood up and walked towards the door.
"If nothing else, I'll go back to class. Goodbye, Director Zhao."
Cong Nian was standing at the door, and she heard every word of the conversation.
She has always been afraid of teachers, and her legs would tremble when she talked to them alone for a few words.
He Sui seemed to be the complete opposite of her. Not only was he not afraid at all, but he made people feel that the Academic Affairs Office was like his home.
He comes and goes freely, and others see him off respectfully.
Could it be that He Sui’s aura is too strong?
Even the teacher doesn’t dare to mess with this big devil?
Cong Nian's imagination began to grow wild, and the scene of He Sui pulling Director Zhao's hair emerged in his mind.
Could it be that the nothingness above Director Zhao's head was plundered by all the students from previous years?
“Puff.”
Cong Nian laughed out loud, amused by his own thoughts.
"What are you laughing at? Just tell it to make people laugh."
He Sui slowed down his pace and waited for her who was dawdling behind him.
"There's one more thing I think I need to remind you of."
Cong Nian raised his head, looked over in confusion, and waited for his next words.
"Don't you notice how quiet the hallway is?"
At this time, they were walking onto the small bridge connecting the teaching building and the teachers' building.
Cong Nian was confused.
It seems to be true when you put it that way.
Whether on the first, second or third floor, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and no student walked in the corridor.
Do the students of No. 1 Middle School love studying so much?
There's no noise even after class?
Something seems wrong... During the morning break, their class was very noisy!
"The class has been going on for ten minutes now."
He Sui glanced at the watch on his wrist and stared at Cong Nian's face, which instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon, with a smile.
!!!
Cong Nian was shocked and quickened his pace to run towards the classroom.
The hem of her skirt fluttered, revealing a slender, white waist.
He Sui also followed her to the classroom.
"Report."
Panting, Cong Nian opened the front door of the classroom and stuck half of his head in.
Looking at the teacher frowning and suppressing his anger at the podium, my heart sank.
The consequence of being late is...
"You two are late for class on the first day. Stand in the back as punishment!"
Cong Nian wanted to cry, and reluctantly stood in front of the blackboard with her book.
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