Jiazi boy

"Student, you can't do this."

The headmaster, who just turned [-] this year, had an incomprehensible look on his face.

"Because your mother donated a building to our school, I can turn a blind eye to your flirting with female classmates."

The headmaster took a breath, his long and narrow eyes filled with smiles.

"But the school manager found out about you."

"Your good days are coming to an end."

From the principal's mouth, the smell of peppermint clearing gum came out continuously.

Jiazi's pupils gradually enlarged and darkened, reflecting the principal's appearance...

A tall and handsome man, his shirt was a little loose, his tie was skewed to one side, and he didn't look very serious.

There are some fine lines around the corners of the eyes, but this does not affect the overall visual effect, on the contrary, it adds a bit of mature charm.

Jiazi's lips trembled, but his thoughts were still clear.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

It depends on you.

The headmaster thought so.

He just smiled, full of malice hidden under the hypocritical mask.

"I'll let you off this time."

Jiazi heaved a sigh of relief, the headmaster was quite sensible.

"How much do you want?"

He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, "Do you want to smoke, it's popping."

The headmaster still stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Student, as I said before, this time, I will let you go first."

Jiazi shrugged, apparently not taking his words seriously.

"Okay then, I'll transfer the money to your card later."

He has seen this kind of person a lot, he doesn't want it, and he is more ruthless than anyone else in collecting money in private.

"Tell me the card number."

The principal remained motionless.

At this time, Jiazi felt like a salesman, endlessly recommending a product that others would avoid.

He was a little annoyed:

"What do you mean by just standing there?"

"I won't accept your set of accepting and rejecting."

"Do you want it or not?"

"damn it."

Jiazi walked towards the door and opened it with a "bang".

The headmaster's sullen voice came from behind:

"Student, I only give you one chance for free."

"You next, do it yourself."

The author has something to say: the style of writing is not normal again, it is a ghost. . .

to be honest

This short story is to let myself go.