I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

The dean was extraordinarily resolute, asking the parents to ask the parents for the punishment, and even personally urged Teacher Sun to call the parents of the three students in the class.

"It's about students' moral education, and it must not be tolerated. Schools pay attention to it, and parents should pay more attention to it."

The dean made a final decision, "Even if our Yangyi children are not top-notch, they must have no moral problems."

He stared at Teacher Sun after calling the parents of the three children, then glanced at his watch, and pushed He Heng and Qi Shu to eat with humane care: "Now the game outside has just ended, hurry up and find a place to eat Let's go for lunch, and the afternoon sports meeting will last for three hours, so go quickly."

The grade director cooperated with him tacitly, and took Su Xiaoling out of the office: "Okay, okay, you too, go to eat quickly. It's not healthy to be so thin. You are growing up now, so you must eat on time..."

The grade director opened the door chatteringly, facing the little classmates who didn't know when they were piled up at the door, and froze in a rare place.

Outside the door, Gao Yanan, who had just finished running 1000 meters, was panting for breath, and her face was flushed red from anxiety or heat; Sun Haowen, who was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, seemed not to stop the students in the class at all, and even took the lead to stand They were at the front; even Xin Yongqiang and Yang Hao turned back from the outside of the school, and hurried to this side while inquiring, as if they were about to slam the door.

"It's the courage to knock on the door."

Yang Hao glanced at the grade director and carefully corrected, "Although we are full of courage and anger in our hearts, it obviously takes more courage to smash the door of the teaching office."

The grade director obviously still remembered this brave little classmate, and greeted him happily: "It's you, the teacher remembers you, isn't your name Yang Hao?"

Although the grade director has been committed to following the path of Maitreya Buddha with benevolent eyebrows, he is still a director anyway.

For Yang Hao, the horror level of "being remembered by the director" is comparable to that of a ghost in red in a haunted house.

"..."

The little classmate looked terrified, and didn't want to greet him happily.The grade director was very sad, and asked He Heng for help in a very puzzled manner, "Did I remember wrong?"

It's just scary if I remember correctly.

"No."

He Heng explained for him, "You have a lot of time to manage, but you can still remember his name... He is flattered."

But the little classmate didn't look surprised, but very, very surprised.

But the grade director accepted his statement, cheered up again, and explained to them: "The teacher doesn't have a lot of things to do every day. The teacher mainly takes care of the students in your grade. Remember your names and talk to you. It's a teacher's job."

...Then it's better not to be so dedicated, otherwise Yang Hao must not be the only one who was scared.

Although He Heng can talk nonsense with any teacher on a daily basis, he still understood Yang Hao's mood and patted him reassuringly.

Gao Yanan exchanged glances with Su Xiaoling who had just come out of the teaching office, and confirmed that there was nothing serious about her, and then looked into the room, but was blocked by the grade director very flexibly.

They all more or less pieced together what happened today from other people's reports—the idiots in class one were yelling again. The dean of teaching took them back to the teaching office together.

It doesn't sound very good.

After all, in the reports of other students, the dean's state has been in a state of anger and leaning on the railing, and Mr. Xia blocked the even thinner He Heng with his thin body, and both of them were scared to shiver .

...Although there must be distortions in the multiple retellings, the general sound is still very worrying.

The molestation of the students by the instructors at the military training base was widely known at the time, and the students in class three were the first to bear the brunt.

But this incident was not something worth remembering for Su Xiaoling. These days, the students in the class tried their best to avoid mentioning the instructor in front of her, even without mentioning the word "military training".

Everyone in the class is working hard to downplay the influence that stupid instructor has on Su Xiaoling, but everyone feels that they should do something for their classmates.

For example, rush forward and ask the dean to discuss an explanation or something.

Regardless of whether they did it or not, it was those people in the first class who made mistakes first, and they had to be dealt with first.

"Of course, the teachers will of course deal with those few students who behaved inappropriately."

The grade director was very patient, "Okay, you don't have to worry about this matter anymore, the teachers will take care of it."

Gao Yanan was quite worried about Xia Hong who was left in the teaching office: "Then what are you going to do? Why doesn't Teacher Xia go with us?"

Xia Hong was discussing things with the dean in the room in a low voice, but he came out after hearing the movement here, and was a little surprised to see them: "Why is the whole class here?"

He Heng: "..."

Now that they come here has nothing to do with me, and I don’t know if you believe it or not.

Xia Hong obviously knew what they were most worried about, and patted He Heng's shoulder from behind: "Okay, don't get together here, He Heng, you can take everyone to dinner - this matter will be resolved by the teacher, Do not worry."

"In the future, if you encounter such difficulties that cannot be solved, remember to ask the teacher for help. As long as the teachers can help, they will definitely try their best to help you solve it."

The grade director added with a smile, "Children, you are in school, you must learn to trust the teacher."

……

"When Director Cao spoke at the end, it was like Buddha's light shining everywhere."

Yang Hao was so moved that he ate five cheese rice cakes, "This teacher is really kind, I have never seen such a kind teacher."

Sun Haowen tried his best to protect the last piece of cheese rice cake in the pot: "Then you didn't come out from behind me to say hello to others...Fuck! It's the last piece!"

Relying on his superb chopstick-handling skills that he had practiced for many years, Yang Hao snatched away two boiled fried dough sticks stuffed with salted egg yolk: "Is there no conflict between the kind teacher and the shunned director? My brain knows that Maitreya The Buddha is very good, no matter what I do, he will not hang me on the fan to read the self-criticism, but when my legs see him, I still can’t help hiding behind with my brain, and I can’t control it at all.”

Sun Haowen ignored him, and tried his best to protect the last salty egg yolk stuffed fried dough stick in the pot.

But two fists are no match for four hands. He just blocked Yang Hao's chopsticks, and then he stretched out a pair of chopsticks at a tricky angle, pinching away the spoils with precision.

"Don't say hey, it's delicious to eat like this."

It was steaming hot, and I couldn't hear whose voice was sighing. After two seconds of silence, I yelled again, "Mad belly! I just put it in! Who snatched it from me?" !"

Seeing this group of people ate a good hot pot meal and looked like they were fleeing, He Heng was helpless, and quickly picked up a plate of shrimp and beef palm for Qi Shu.Unexpectedly, after such a short time, he turned his head and saw that Qi Shu's plate was already full.

"..."

He Heng didn't even see how the little roommate moved his chopsticks, so he was very puzzled, "Why, do they automatically jump into your plate?"

How scary that is.

Qi Shu wanted to laugh when he thought about the scene of the cooked meat queuing up and jumping onto the plate. He swallowed two sips of Coke and endured it, and explained: "There is a group that always likes to make trouble when I eat, and also brings Huahua and Xiao With Bai together, I can only quickly put it on a plate and take it away—it’s not much different from the current group of people fighting with chopsticks.”

It must be a happy history of blood and tears.

For a moment, He Heng didn't know whether he should be sympathetic or envious, so he secretly changed his plate with Qi Shu's, and went through the process tenaciously: "Eat quickly, I made it for you."

Qi Shu: "..."

Especially at this time, he couldn't understand what his boyfriend was thinking.

"I, I seem to understand."

Xin Yongqiang sat in a unique position. He Heng and Qi Shu looked to the left, and Han Bo and Xu Lin looked to the right. Both sides turned their heads and saw that the chopsticks were half full before they even moved.

He pointed to Han Bo and his girlfriend who were taking a bite of each other, and pointed to He Heng and Qi Shu: "The process of exchanging plates was done by Han Bo and Xu Lin about a minute ago."

He Heng: "..."

Qi Shu: "..."

Other students at the table: "..."

The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

The little students who were fighting for food on the table shut their mouths involuntarily. The girls got excited instantly, and the few people who got together almost jumped up, but because they forcibly restrained themselves considering that the person involved was present. , and began to look at each other and talk with each other.

What are you doing, what are you doing!

It is you who refute the rumors, and you are the ones who don’t know how to avoid suspicion after refusing the rumors.

If you don't want to be nibbling, don't do these actions that are easy to make people think, okay!

Han Bo, who was being fed a mouthful of fish balls by his girlfriend, raised his head in a daze: "What's wrong? Did you call me just now?"

Yes, but not quite.

Xin Yongqiang, who raised the topic, paused for a moment, realized that what he said just now seemed inappropriate, and was about to say something vague, He Heng already raised his hand and asked with great interest: "What did they do after that minute?"

Xin Yongqiang didn't quite understand what he meant, and subconsciously pointed at Han Bo: "...feed fish balls to each other?"

He Heng strictly picked out a fish ball from Qi Shu's plate, dipped it in the dipping sauce, then handed the chopsticks to Qi Shu, sat down by himself, and said seriously: "Ah——"