Idol and school grass are at the same table

During the big break after self-study on Monday morning, Wang Xueyan called Ji Ting, Shen Zhixing, and He Wenqian to the teaching office.

Chen Xuan's head teacher had already brought him to wait at the teaching office.

The two class teachers only knew that these people had caused trouble again, and they didn't know the specific situation, so their faces turned darker than the other.

In front of several people, the dean told about his mental journey of arresting them from the scene, and asked He Wenqian to talk about her.

He Wenqian knew that she couldn't use the trick of telling her class teacher that she couldn't use the trick with Lao Li, but she was also prepared. She told her about the situation and took out her mobile phone.

"That boy didn't bother me once or twice, and I don't know where he got my contact information, and he sent me messages every day." He Wenqian turned on the phone and showed the screenshots to several teachers, "This is what he sent me at noon yesterday. I ignored all the messages, phone calls, and saying that he would come to see me at night."

"I happened to run into Chen Xuan when school was over, and I left with him. I didn't expect that boy from No. [-] Middle School to bring so many people, and...wouldn't let us go."

"Later, I happened to meet Xing...Shen Zhixing and Ji Ting, they couldn't see it, so they came to help."

He Wen briefly explained what happened in a clear and clear manner, and he didn't look like he was crying in front of Lao Li that day.

Of course, some unreasonable places have been omitted.

"Even if you do good deeds, you can't fight."

The dean was silent for a while, "The people in the Fifth Middle School are habitual offenders and often cause trouble. Now they have suspended classes and asked their parents to directly give them detention for probation. They are also staring at how our school handles it."

Ji Ting frowned unconsciously.

He was already mentally prepared, he could accept the punishment, suspension of classes was fine, but when it came to calling the parents, Ji Ting really had a headache.

Ji Yinglin would definitely not know how to call, and his mother also has his own family, so he is too embarrassed to call.

The only Zhao Hao who is his half-guardian...he also can't seem to be called.

"Ms. Li, I will definitely educate these children well, and the school will punish them slightly..."

Wang Xueyan didn't know that one of the parties involved didn't care about punishment or anything, but only cared about calling the parents, and she was still fighting with Director Li for a lighter treatment.

"How to deal with it is definitely not up to me alone." Lao Li waved his hand, "Of course, I can barely accept your reason, and I will try my best to be as light as possible."

"However, reporting criticism and reciting self-criticism in front of the whole school cannot escape. Parents also have to come. As for punishment and suspension, there is room for negotiation."

Lao Li gave another lesson, the class bell rang for a long time before leaving behind two class teachers and letting some students go back.

"Actually, I think Lao Li is quite toward us."

Except for the teaching office, He Wenqian comforted the boys in a low voice, "If he said that, he shouldn't be punished, and even if he did, it wouldn't be serious. At most, he would get a demerit."

These words did not comfort a few people, and the expressions of the three were more complicated than the last.

Chen Xuan completely lost the chicness he had just after the fight on Friday, "I would rather be punished, get a major demerit, suspend classes, even stay in school for probation, as long as I don't notify my parents, I can still live and call them... When my mother comes, I will It was an instant death."

He Wenqian was silent for a second, but she still couldn't help telling him a cruel fact, "You think you have recorded a serious demerit, suspended classes, and stayed on probation. Maybe your parents don't know?"

"In that case, you will only die worse, and the whole body will be lost."

The class has already started, and the corridor is quiet, only a few words of the teacher's lecture can be heard occasionally floating out of the classroom.

A few people didn't continue talking, and they went back to the classroom with not very good expressions.

This is a politics class, the politics teacher has a good temper, and the students in the soft-spoken class are also relatively loose in her class, often talking and chatting, and making a lot of noise.

Ji Ting usually took politics class quite seriously, but today he was a little irritable and didn't want to attend the class, so he picked up his phone and started watching.

Shen Zhixing next to him obviously didn't want to attend the class either, but he didn't play with his phone.

"Have you written the self-criticism?" After Shen Zhixing asked, he felt that this question was a little mentally retarded, and wanted to remedy it, "Show me."

However, such a remedy seems even more retarded.

Fortunately, Ji Ting has long been used to his mental retardation, so he found it out of the drawer and threw it on his desk.

"What's the matter, you're in a bad mood?" Shen Zhixing held down a few pieces of paper and looked at him sideways, "Wang Zha and Lao Li said that, in fact, it means that they are basically fine."

Shen Zhixing thought that he was worried about his idol burden, so he patted him like someone who had experienced it, "Isn't it just to read a review and criticize it, don't worry, it's too easy, thick-skinned and big-hearted, believe me You yourself, you're on stage."

Ji Ting: "..."

He didn't feel comforted at all.

"Are you worried that the class teacher will call the parents?"

Shen Zhixing finally came to his senses and thought for a while, "Although my mother can't come, the class teacher has called my mother to report my performance in school."

"In this case, my experience doesn't seem to be suitable for you." Shen Zhixing began to talk nonsense again in a serious manner, "My parents have been used to it for a long time, and they can't come anyway. If it is impossible, just ask my uncle to come. , He won't say anything about me, as long as I don't do anything illegal, they don't bother to educate me."

Ji Ting couldn't laugh at all, so he glanced at him, "Then my parents must be too lazy to be my parents."

The self-criticism was handed in at noon, and the two of them were inevitably educated by Lao Li again.

But according to what he said, the school did seem to intend to give him a lighter punishment.

In the last break before the self-study class, the head teacher gave the seating chart and asked them to change their seats first.

Ji Ting and Shen Zhixing had been tossing about everyone's affairs for a day, and now they saw the seating chart again, and they realized that they would not be sitting at the same table soon.

Shen Zhixing originally wanted to talk to the head teacher, but now that he caused trouble, he naturally didn't dare to ask the head teacher in his seat anymore.

"I don't want to change."

The surroundings were filled with the sound of tables and chairs rubbing against the ground, Shen Zhixing lay on the table and refused to move, "Why are all the crap going together?"

Ji Ting didn't want to change either. Although after a semester, he was no longer as unfamiliar with the classmates in the class as he was at the beginning, but there were only a few people who were really familiar with each other and could talk to each other with two hands.

But he really can't help it.

There is no way not to enter, Ji Ting still has to comfort his childish boyfriend

Seeing that Shen Zhixing was extremely uncooperative and didn't clean up the table, Ji Ting helplessly stood up to help him clean up, "It's okay, we are in the same class anyway, how far can we go?"

"I'm by the door, you're by the window, where are you going?"

Shen Zhixing retorted sullenly, one arm was hanging on the edge of the table, and the other arm was pressed against the things on the table, preventing Ji Ting from moving.

Ji Ting didn't know what to say anymore, and patiently touched his head lightly.

"Notify a disciplinary decision."

The class was noisy, but the stereo in the classroom rang.

Lao Li's hoarse voice came out from the loudspeaker, "School has just started recently, people are impetuous, and most of the students are still immersed in the carnival of the holidays, and have not calmed down to study..."

The teaching director was as long-winded as ever, and the criticism was circulated like a rally for all students.

The classmates in the class were busy changing seats, and no one listened carefully to what he was talking about.

Ji Ting was a little embarrassed at first, but after listening to him from the self-study class to the exercises between classes, the tension in his heart disappeared long ago.

"Don't tidy it up, it will be a mess before a class anyway." Shen Zhixing still looked half-dead, barking his teeth and claws to stop him from tidying up the table, "Without you, who would clean up the table for me."

"Get lost." Ji Ting pushed his hand away, "If you don't tidy up, the books on the table will fall all over the place after a while, do you believe it?"

"I do not care."

When Shen Zhixing was a rascal, he could really piss people off, Ji Ting endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't control the urge to beat people in his body, he just picked up a book and took a picture of him and was about to shoot it down.

On the loudspeaker, Lao Li finally ended his 5-minute education and got to the point.

"I would like to report and criticize Shen Zhixing and Ji Ting from Class [-], Grade [-], and Chen Xuan from Class [-], Grade [-]. They did not go home after school on Fridays, and gathered to fight at the school gate. Their behavior was bad, which seriously affected the image of the school and caused harm to other students. had a bad influence."

"After the school has been discussing, it has been decided to give the three students warning punishment."

Although Lao Li seemed to be relatively gentle when he resolved this matter with several people, his tone was extremely serious when he really reported it.

Ji Ting didn't think there was anything wrong, after all, he did something wrong, and only by being serious can he make an example of others.

Shen Zhixing didn't feel much at all, even because this kind of thing happened before, he didn't even feel embarrassed anymore.

But obviously, the students in Class [-] don't know what they think, and they can't understand this kind of thinking.

The noisy noise in the class weakened little by little, and finally slowly quieted down. Everyone, intentionally or not, turned their attention to the two big men in the last row.

Then they saw one of the parties patted the other with a book, looking fierce, but not hard at all.

There is still a smile on his face.

The classmates who sneaked in to see the two were all blown up, and someone in the front row even secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.

"Sure enough, he is a boss, and his mentality is good."

"Brother Ting's smile is quite bright. His temper is much better now, and I still think they are... a little sweet."

"Although, I don't think Brother Ting has a good temper when he fights at the beginning of school."

"The two of them can have such a good attitude towards each other. If you change someone, the grass will be so tall. I start to feel sorry for their new tablemate."

"Especially the representative of the English class, he is so honest, he only cares about studying, and he is at the same table as Brother Xing..."

"However, Lao Wang's arrangement is also really amazing. If you change the two of them to a class representative as the same table, you don't really want to influence them and let them study?"

After a while of silence, everyone looked at the representative of the English class who was tidying up and He Wenqian, the representative of the math class, who was busy discussing problems with others, with complicated expressions and a trace of sympathy.

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