little master

twenty.

After I finished speaking, the parent was obviously angry, but seeing me, he didn't dare to speak harshly, so he pointed the finger at the teacher, pointed at me and asked:

"Shouldn't your school be responsible for his attitude? My son was beaten like this, and he has to apologize to them. Are you unreasonable?"

Before the teacher spoke, I answered for him:

"Sorry, it's unreasonable, I'm protecting my shortcomings."

she:"……"

Probably because I have never seen such a frank and unreasonable person like me, she was unable to speak for a while.

I sneered and said to the teacher:

"If it was my family's Qingyuan's fault, I would admit it, but now it's obviously not Qingyuan's first choice, they are the first to provoke Qingyuan, and they have entangled so many people, many against one, no matter how you look at it, we are being bullied, Qingyuan What I did was self-defense, I believe you should be able to understand."

The first sentence is polite, you can't leave too bad an impression in front of the teacher, so I have to say that.

But in fact, no matter whose fault it is, the young master will not be wrong anyway.

I protect my shortcomings, and no one can let him be wronged.

Not even me.

"As for their injuries being more serious," I glanced at the cowering boys, thought for a while, and said, "It's because they are not as skilled as others, and they deserve it."

I said the last sentence to them, expressing my attitude directly:

"And it's a good thing you didn't meet me. If I see you bullying Qingyuan, you may not only be hurt like this."

The boys flinched, each of them looked like a rooster who had lost a fight, their expressions decayed, and they didn't even dare to look at my face.

The teacher finally helped to smooth things over, and let those troublemakers apologize to the young master one by one. I stood by and watched the young master coldly watching their not-so-sincere apology. Before I finished listening, he pulled me to go.

I didn't refute, it just happened that the matter was almost resolved, and I turned around and gave the parent a warning with the name of the Qi family and the muscles of my arm. Seeing her face turn pale instantly, I felt much happier, and then I took the young master home up.

On the way, I bought alcohol cotton swabs and iodine to treat the wound. When I got home, I treated the wound at the corner of his mouth.

Sitting on the sofa, he behaved unexpectedly well-behaved, so that I didn't dare to do it when I applied the medicine, for fear of hurting him.Getting up and yelling will hurt my wounds, and keeping silent will seem too wronged, neither of which I can't bear.

I sighed in my heart for my mother's mentality that is becoming more and more proficient every day. I quickly took care of the wound, and finally put the things in the medicine box. I turned my head and met his expressionless eyes.

To lighten the mood, I smiled and opened my arms exaggeratedly:

"Are you sad? Come into my arms and give you the most solid support."

It was like an advertisement, I didn't expect him to listen, anyway, the most important thing is to enliven the atmosphere and make him laugh, and I succeeded.

But what I didn't expect was that the movement of opening his arms lasted for a while, he hesitated for two seconds, then slowly moved over, and actually buried his head in my arms.