Mu Xiangxiang analyzed a bloody splash from Yan Zhiyang's fragmentary content.

There was roughly a male classmate named Bai Yingjie in Class 1 and 2 of high school. He liked a girl in his class. The girl refused his pursuit on the grounds that she didn't want to fall in love before college, but turned around and blocked Qiao Nan and took the initiative to send a love letter.

Bai Yingjie didn't know where he heard about this, and his mentality collapsed. He didn't even bother with him several times in the first half of the year. He was probably stimulated again during the winter vacation and was drunk and came to the door to find trouble.

Qiao Nan was too lazy to pay attention to him at that time. Who knew that Bai Yingjie, who was usually honest, seemed to have eaten the courage of Xiongxin that day. Seeing that they were about to leave, he directly cursed and punched Yan Zhiyang.

If Yan Zhiyang could tolerate him, he would not call him Yan Zhiyang, so Bai Yingjie went home that day with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Logically speaking, the teenagers' passionate conflicts could come to an end here, but the subsequent development made the young people in Class 9 deeply realize what it means to have a sky outside. Bai Yingjie didn't know how to tell his family when he returned. Not long after, Qiao Nan received a call from No. 12 Middle School, saying that parents of students in Class 1 accused the school of school that their children were subjected to school violence.

On the one hand, there are top three top students in the experimental class grade, and on the other hand, there are problematic students in Class 9. The school called the school and said that it was to investigate the situation, but it seemed that it had already determined who was the responsible party. It also asked Qiao Nan and the students in Class 9 who were involved in this trouble to ask their parents to come to the school to discuss compensation and punishment after school starts.

Only when Qiao Nan could tell his family about such embarrassment was there, but he was too lazy to explain repeatedly to the school who clearly didn't believe him, so he just quit the phone.

According to Yan Zhiyang, he was so angry that he put on his coat and went out for a racing car.

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"It's really a fucking man. I'd known that day I wouldn't show mercy. I should have punched him a few more." When talking about this topic, several classmates in the class who were originally sitting in their seats also surrounded him. One of them was Guo Zhi. The young man with a very pale skin bent down and rolled up his trouser legs, revealing scars on his calves. "My dad beat me up when he knew it. He was obsessed with it. He told him that he was either we took the initiative to make trouble or he didn't believe it."

Several girls in the class surrounded him with distress to visit his wounds. Yan Zhiyang laughed mockingly and said, "Who should I believe is not obvious? Who else is the person and what kind of person we are."

The scene was quiet for two seconds, and he immediately showed a frightened expression and bowed to Mu Xiangsai repeatedly: "Brother Nan, Brother Nan, I am not talking about you, I am talking about myself, myself."

This group of young people seemed to have become accustomed to being treated like this, and soon recovered from the depressed atmosphere. A group of people rushed up and punched Yan Zhiyang. Yan Zhiyang quickly made up for it: "Oh, I'm not talking about you, I'm just talking about me, I'm just talking about me, Lao Mo! Didn't I say I believe us!"

Lao Mo is the head teacher of Class 9, a gentle and good-tempered middle-aged man. He gets along very well with the students in his class. Everyone usually calls him casually without any big or small.

Mu Xiangya immediately noticed the emotional changes of the group of young people around him. Although they were still cursing Yan Zhiyang, they were obviously really happy from the bottom of their hearts. Even Guo Zhi, who had whip marks on his legs, had a look of spirit.

Even among so many elders around him, only the head teacher Lao Mo chose to trust them. This solitary trust is enough to satisfy their desires.

However, this short pleasure did not last long.

A classmate from Class 9 flew into the classroom and reported the news with anxiety: "Damn it! It's a dog! The old lady in Class 1 just entered the office and went to trouble Lao Mo!"

*******

Not only are students in No. 12 Middle School divided into classes, but also have different levels among faculty and staff.

Not to mention the administrative position, the head teacher of the experimental class and the head teacher of the ordinary class are not in the same office. When everyone in Class 9 rushed to the door of the office, they heard the good-tempered voice of the head teacher Mo Wen: "Teacher Wang, be calm."

Teacher Wang's tone was a bit aggressive: "Teacher Mo, during the holiday, you said you would wait until the school starts. School has started today. You have to give me an explanation, right?"

Mo Wen sighed: "I have to find the students to understand the situation."

"What's the situation?" Teacher Wang slapped the table, "The situation is clearly here. The students from your Class 9 blocked and beat Bai Yingjie in our class during the holidays! Hurry up and dealt with those gangsters, and the parents of the students are still urging them to say something."

Mo Wen frowned: "Teacher Wang, this is just Bai Yingjie's unilateral statement. Shouldn't we draw conclusions so arbitrary?"

Teacher Wang was stunned for a moment and looked at him coldly: "What do you mean?"

Mo Wen thought she listened and immediately explained: "That's right. I attached great importance to this after this incident. I immediately contacted the classmates in our class and found that what they said was somewhat different from what Bai Yingjie said..."

"Oh, I understand." Before he could finish speaking, Teacher Wang sneered and interrupted him, "Did they say that it was Bai Yingjie, a classmate in our class who took the initiative to provoke them first?"

Mu Xiangxiang leaned against the railing and heard Yan Zhiyang whispering in a low voice: "No, that's it."

Then I heard the sharp words as sharp as a knife in it again: "Mo Wen! Teacher Mo! It's not me that you are a little conscious! You believe the group of scum in your class to excuse yourself!"

This kind of naked evaluation from the teacher's mouth is completely different from the self-deprecating thing just now. The faces of all the students in Class 9 outside have changed.

The next second, Mo Wen's roar rang out: "Teacher Wang! How can you... please respect me! I admit that the students in our class may not have the same grades as those in your class, but they are all kind-hearted and good kids. I believe they will never do anything to bully their classmates for no reason!"

Teacher Wang sneered: "I'm too lazy to argue with you about this. Bai Yingjie's total score in the last semester was the third in the whole grade. He is the future pillar of our class. In short, I don't want his cover to leave any psychological shadow on him because of your cover. Taking advantage of the fact that things are not getting worse now, the students in our class don't know. If you should be punished, you should punish them quickly and apologize to others. If you continue to delay, I will go directly to the new principal and let him deal with it."

The previous principal of No. 12 Middle School was promoted last year, and a new one was directly parachuted this semester. On the first day of his appointment, Teacher Wang sued the emperor. What impression would the head teacher of Class 9 leave on the new principal? It goes without saying what kind of impression would the new principal be.

The student's grades are the class teacher's bonus and face, and even everything. Class 1 is too far from Class 9, which is clearly a threat.

The students in Class 9 at the door were silent. Mu Xiangyao saw Yan Zhiyang's fists loose and tighten, and suddenly took a step.

She grabbed him and stared quietly: "What do you want to do?"

"Brother Nan, don't worry." Yan Zhiyang gritted his teeth and said, "Don't she just want to find someone to relieve Bai Yingjie?"

Mu Xiangxiang didn't let go: "It was...coming to me."

"I'd better die if you ask you to apologize to that idiot." Yan Zhiyang said, "What's more, you didn't hit anyone at that time, I beat him."

"Brother Nan, please go back." Guo Zhi and the others also pushed Mu Xiangxiang towards the classroom, and while pushing her, he pretended to be relaxed, "Isn't it just a small punishment? I've been too much debt long ago, let alone I'm thick-skinned and apologized, it's a piece of cake."

Mu Xiangyan was slightly stunned. She still remembered the shocking whip marks on the pale young man's legs. Although they were nominally friends of Qiao Nan, their enthusiasm and hearts were presented to her at this moment.

It felt like I had touched a pack of soft objects. While I didn't know how to take care of them, I couldn't help but feel angry at the power that rudely poked them.

Why do they accept false accusations so often!

From childhood to adulthood, even at the lowest point, she has always been a "other people's children" as all parents and teachers call it difficult to understand, but she knows that the feeling of being wronged must be even more uncomfortable than that of Linli Shang.

She said in a plain tone: "It's not our fault, I won't apologize."

Then he raised his arms and pushed away the hands that grabbed the cuffs of his clothes, and knocked on the office door before Yan Zhiyang rushed to stop him.

Mo Wen was surprised by his colleague's face that was completely different from the fair and serious image he had always shown. When he turned his face, he saw a face that surprised him even more.

Teacher Wang subconsciously turned his head with his eyes and saw a young man suddenly appearing in his sight. He is very tall and has a perfect physique. He wears the school uniform that is hard to describe in the 12 Middle School color scheme to create a bright look. He stood upright at the door, with no expression on his almost delicate and handsome face. From the soles of his feet to his hair, he gives people a strong sense of coldness and restraint.

Teacher Wang met those eyes and subconsciously stood up and stood up straight: "Hello...you?"

Mo Wen came to his senses a few seconds later. Although he didn't know why he had never had a regular student suddenly became so serious, this did not prevent him from feeling restrained inexplicably: "Well, Qiao Nan, is there anything wrong?"

Is this Qiao Nan?

When Teacher Wang heard the name Bai Yingjie mentioned countless times, she couldn't hide her surprise. She looked up and down at the young man at the door, but could not believe that the other party was the gangster student who was so naughty and vicious in his students' words.

"Hello, teacher." Mu Xiangyao said hello politely, went into the house, stood still, and saw the two teachers standing there, raised their hands thoughtfully, "Sit down."

The two adults' knees became weak, and their pants stuck into the chair, staring at her in a daze.

The three good girls who have never been under pressure from teachers breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that although the teachers of No. 12 Middle School are more versatile than Yingcheng, they are still easy to communicate.

She then went straight in and stared at the female teacher with a dull expression on the seat: "Teacher Wang, I know your purpose, and I will not hide it. I do have different opinions on the conflict with Bai Yingjie. I hope you can call him here and confront me in person."

"Ah?" Teacher Wang's face turned pale by those calm eyes. He subconsciously nodded, but was soon stopped by reason. "You, what do you want to do? Are you going to threaten him in person?"

Why did she think so? Mu Yaoyan frowned blankly: "What?"

Teacher Wang was sweating coldly by his increasingly cold aura. At this moment, she felt that she was fighting against evil forces. She was full of courage and was about to refuse sternly, but suddenly she was interrupted by the sound of another sound outside the door.

"Teacher Mo, huh? Teacher Wang is here too?"

The chubby political and educational director pushed open the door and glanced at the scene in the room. The strange atmosphere made his back chill. Before he could think too much, he smiled and let go: "Principal Sun said he wanted to stroll around the school. Seeing that there were all students at the door of your office, he came in and checked. Is this busy?"

The principal Sun he mentioned was undoubtedly the top leader of the school this semester. Two teachers who were stuck in the chair by Mu Xiangyao subconsciously jumped up after hearing this.

I saw a man walking slowly from behind the director of the Political and Educational Department. He was tall and thin, with dark skin, and looked particularly old.

Principal Sun originally wanted to be familiar with the teacher's office environment, so his posture was very leisurely, but he didn't expect that he would be stunned when he looked up.

He stared straight at the boy wearing a school uniform behind the two teachers in the office.

Damn, isn’t this the kid who gave up his seat to him in the morning when he was familiar with the campus bus route?

It was really bloody and tears. Principal Sun knew that he looked old, but for the first time he found that he was so old that he could get a seat on the bus. At that time, he was complicated and actually didn't want to accept this kindness, but when he met those calm but unexpectedly oppressive eyes, he thanked him for sitting down.

I didn't even dare to move along the way.

Mu Xiangyan also recognized the grandfather in the car in the morning. He was a little surprised but still spoke politely: "Hello, principal, and director."

Principal Sun: "...Hello hello, haha, it turns out it's this little classmate. Thank you for giving up your seat on the bus in the morning."

"Huh?" The director was very happy when he heard this. "Not bad, which class are you from? You have a good moral character."

Teacher Wang: “…………………”

The director once again took which pot he didn't open: "By the way, what are you doing?"

Mu Xiang was a little happy after being praised, so he was very attentive and reached out to push two more chairs from the office area: "Please sit down."

As he finished speaking, four P-shares were stuck into the chair.

Today, the director of the teaching director who was planning to accompany the new principal to patrol the entire campus: "???"
Chapter completed!