He Ruixue walked to the first row and lowered her head and said, "Student who lost his pen, I heard from Xiaoyou that your last name is Wu, is that correct?"
Seeing him nod, she continued, "So, Mr. Wu, when did you discover that the pen was missing? Can you guarantee that it was missing? Or did you not find it for a while?"
The other person stiffened his neck and shouted, "I found my pen in He Xiaoyou's pencil case. He must have stolen it!"
"Really? Your pen isn't over ten yuan. Our Xiaoyou's pen only cost a little over seven yuan. Did you make a mistake?"
People around were whispering, and in the eyes of children, embarrassment is a big deal.
His boasting was exposed in public, and his momentum fell on the spot. His face flushed and he stammered, "Yes, I was wrong. He Xiaoyou's pen is different from mine. Mine looks better."
As he said this, he hid the pen in his hand in the desk drawer and decided not to take it out again next time.
"So where did you find your pen?"
"I found it in my clothes. I made a mistake. Later, I returned He Xiaoyou's pen to him. So our pens are really different. Well, I could tell at a glance."
Seeing him so nervous that he was at a loss, He Ruixue didn't press him. Instead, she smiled and said, "So this is just a misunderstanding. No one stole anything. You just made a mistake, right? I hope that Mr. Wu can be more patient in the future and put himself in other people's shoes when encountering things. Pointing at others and calling them thieves is very hurtful."
Also, I've prepared some candy, Xiaoyou, you can share it with your classmates, and I won't waste your time."
He Ruixue returned to the office amid cheers and put her hands on the table. Her previous words might have fooled a simple child but not the head teacher.
She acted as if she was deliberately looking for trouble and said in a domineering manner, "Teacher, you just saw it. Our Xiaoyou's case is not that simple. It's obvious that someone is deliberately harming him.
How can children nowadays be so bad? If he is really mistaken for a thief, how will he live among his classmates in the future? Teacher, you have to give me an explanation this time. We sent our child here to be a good person, not to be played tricks on him.
In her previous life, He Ruixue hated unreasonable parents the most. Now that she has become one herself, she has to say, it feels great.
The head teacher naturally noticed the discord between the students, but he was concerned about keeping the peace. "Well, Comrade He, didn't we already say it was a misunderstanding? There's no need to..."
"I was just giving the child face. How can you be a teacher? If I hadn't come back from my business trip, Xiaoyou would have been beaten up. No one would have believed him.
Everyone is laughing at him behind his back, calling him a thief. How can he still concentrate on his studies? His grades will definitely plummet, and his whole life might even be ruined. And you're still trying to smooth things over. I think you need to find your principal before he'll take it seriously, right?"
"Comrade He, calm down. I don't believe He Xiaoyou would do such a thing. I called you here today to resolve the issue. I wouldn't hastily convict him, no matter who comes. But the pen was indeed taken out of his pencil case at the time. Everyone saw it with their own eyes."
"I'm sure the kid in front of him put it there. That kid has shifty eyes and doesn't look honest. And what about the one who lost the pen? What's his family situation? I have to ask his parents how they raised him! It's just a pen, but why is there such a fuss? Is school a place for him to show off?"
As she spoke, she slammed the table loudly. The surrounding teachers all looked over, and the head teacher was sweating. "How about I call their parents over so you can talk privately?"
It's not easy for them to be teachers in this era. Not only can they be forced to sweep the streets by mistake, but they are also likely to be "criticized" by young boys. He really doesn't want to take care of anything for fear of offending anyone.
He Ruixue withdrew her hand and spoke in a softer tone, "Alright, I'll handle it. Tell me their family situation and address, and I'll go talk to them in person."
The head teacher took out the registration book, and He Ruixue looked at it carefully. The boy at the front table was from an ordinary family. He must have been bribed or simply wanted to teach He Xiaoyou a lesson.
As for the boy who lost the pen, his surname was Wu. His family was also ordinary workers, but he lived in a tube-shaped building. She was a little confused, "Didn't they say his family was well-off?"
"He's got a little money, and I heard he has connections with the secretary of our city's department store, so he usually has everything he wants."
He Ruixue's heart moved slightly, and she inquired about the news, "Which department store?"
"I don't know about that."
"Okay, children are ignorant and tend to get hung up on the smallest things. You must explain this clearly in class later. He Xiaoyou cannot bear the blame for nothing."
He Ruixue performed a face-changing act and attentively took out two apples and two pears from her bag. "Teacher, you have a lot to do today. I'll give you some nourishment. Please pay more attention to Xiaoyou and don't let him get bullied."
"That's not necessary." Her attitude before and after changed so much that the head teacher was a little flattered.
"Take it. It's just a little gift from me. It's a local specialty. It's not worth much. I can see that you're not an indiscriminate teacher. He Xiaoyou's grades have improved this semester, and our family is very happy. We've been thinking about thanking you for a long time."
Giving gifts to teachers is very common these days, and the head teacher refused a few times before accepting it.
He Ruixue turned her head to look at He Xiaoyou in the classroom and found that he had regained his usual liveliness, chatting and joking with his deskmate. She made a gesture to him from outside the window and turned to leave.
While working in the afternoon, she was processing documents and took the time to ask Xia Lingqing if she knew the mother of classmate Wu.
Hearing the name from her mouth, the latter nodded, "I know her. Come to think of it, she and you have a history."
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