The Max Level Boss is Too Cruel

Chapter 47 was personally invited by the principal

 But this time, Xia Nian felt that he would no longer be so naive.

“Feng Ling, the matter has been exposed and it has become like this, do you think you have no responsibility?

You have let me down too much! "

She looked at Feng Ling with disappointment and said to Gao Yang, "Director, it's me who failed to teach my students well. It's just that she is a first-time offender after all. Can you... reduce the amount as appropriate?"

"Since this matter has such a big impact, if the school doesn't handle it properly, it shouldn't be able to explain it to the higher ups." Feng Ling didn't know when he sat back on the chair.

 On the screen of the mobile phone is the game of Battlefield of Glory.

 After defeating Wuyan last time, she became the number one on the current glory list.

Towards the end of the month, there were too many children who were jealous of her position, and she had to find a way to keep it.

 Otherwise, if the 50,000 yuan was lost, where would she get the money for milk powder?

Feng Ling sighed silently, feeling that she was really a competent and responsible old woman.

Those four little brats won't be able to afford the milk powder money she worked so hard to earn for them if they don't give them a good spanking.

 “Feng Ling!”

Xia Nian roughly pulled the headphones off the girl's ears.

The phone flew out of Feng Ling's hand and fell to the ground. The screen was shattered. The character in the game was killed by others and his life was hanging by a thread.

Xia Nian didn’t know what Feng Ling was doing. She only knew that she was addicted to games all day long and didn’t study well.

 “Do you know what you are talking about?”

Feng Ling lowered her head, picked up her phone, and saved her life at the critical moment, becoming a winner.

She put away her phone and looked at Xia Nian with cold eyes. "At the beginning, I didn't ask you to teach me. It was you who chose to let me into your class, Teacher Xia."

“Yes, the thing I regret most now is that I let you enter Class 9, Grade 3!” Xia Nian was trembling with anger.

If it weren't for Feng Ling, her career would never be like this!

This is all because of Feng Ling, why can't she be a good student!

If you don’t learn how to find a sponsor, you will be photographed!

“Don’t worry, after the joint entrance examination, I will no longer stay in Class 9, Grade 3.”

Lingyang High School is destined to enter the national competition. At that time, the students who have entered the national competition will form a new class, led by the best teachers.

“Student Feng Ling, due to the bad impact of your bad conduct, the school has decided to expel you from school, so you don’t need to take the joint entrance examination.”

Gao Yang is the director of the Academic Affairs Office. When Feng Ling entered the school, he had thousands of objections.

 Finally finding a reason to let Feng Ling leave school, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

“Feng Ling, you also know that the joint entrance examination is related to the reputation of Lingyang High School, and you also know that your grades are destined to drag down Lingyang High School.”

Zhou Jie stepped on high heels with her usual acrimonious look on her face, "If you don't get good grades, you have to accept your fate. Some people are destined not to be good at studying. With your grades, no school can accommodate you."

Several school teachers and leaders looked at the girl sharply, waiting for Feng Ling to drop out of school.

But what they were waiting for was indeed the girl who smiled sarcastically, "Don't you need the principal's approval to make a decision?

  Or do you think you can already make decisions beyond the principal? "

 A group of shrimps were jumping on her head. If the little old man Wang Zhihong knew about it, this group of people would probably have no choice but to go drink the northwest wind!

Hearing the word "principal", Wu Yue's expression changed, and he quickly regained his composure, "Classmate Feng Ling, the principal takes care of many things every day, so he doesn't need to worry about such small things."

"I was personally invited by the principal. Are you sure you don't need his permission?" How on earth does this little old man care about the shrimps under his hands? Are all of them so arrogant?

 (End of this chapter)