"What? Cheating on the exam? Skipping class? Still disobeying the discipline?"
In this private school called Mingdetang, Jiang Wang was shocked and angry.
He was originally worried yesterday when he heard from An An that her husband wanted to meet him as a parent. Because it is easy to contact Fang Zehou's threat.
If the Fang family used some small tricks, such as using their connections to get An An to drop out of the private school where he was studying, he really wouldn't have much else to do.
He was even prepared to spend his own money to hire a teacher for An An.
But even after thinking about it, he never imagined that Jiang Anan's husband wanted to see him just because Jiang Anan didn't behave well.
Jiang Wang felt a huge absurdity.
When teachers give lectures, it is common for students to be beaten, forced to stand, and forced to copy books. It has never been said that any gentleman has nothing to do with his students. Don’t you see that Jiang Wangdu has already entered the inner gate of the Taoist temple, and is he still being stared at by Xiao Tie as he copies Taoist scriptures?
How bad and disobedient a student must be to be asked by his teacher to communicate with his parents.
"Look." The old man from Mingde Hall threw a stack of notebooks over, "I punished her by copying a thousand-character essay. What do you think she copied?"
Jiang Wang took it with both hands and looked at it. He was about to say that there was no problem. The content was indeed a thousand-character text. But I quickly realized that the content was indeed correct, but there were seven or eight different handwritings.
In other words, Jiang Anan even cheated on the copying that his husband punished.
Jiang Wang just wanted to cover his eyes, but he didn't look. He was punished by Xiao Tiemian to copy the Dao scriptures a hundred times, but he never thought of asking anyone for help. Instead, he honestly copied it word by word. How many nights did he stay up!
Why is this Jiang Anan's thinking so lively?
"She also cheated on the exam?" Jiang Wang asked tremblingly.
"I helped others write questions during the quiz, but I caught her in the act." When the old man said this, his voice suddenly rose: "She failed the exam herself! Why!"
Jiang Anan was right next to him, with his little head hanging down, looking pitiful as if he was being beaten and scolded, but his big eyes were secretly glancing at Jiang Wang's expression. Whenever Jiang Wang looked over, she immediately looked back.
There was also a little girl in the room, who was slumped on an armchair and playing with her fingers. He was probably the classmate who asked Jiang Anan to help him cheat... This attitude was too arrogant!
Her appearance is good, her skin is like cream, and her eyebrows are delicate. Although she has not grown out, she can already be seen as a beautiful woman. Only the little nose was turned up high, looking a little too proud. Everything she wore was valuable, and she looked like a little witch in the world.
Also... can Jiang Anan, who failed the exam, be expected to help her cheat? Can she be a good child who loves to study?
Jiang Wang told himself to calm down. His sister was introverted, quiet, well-behaved and cute. There must be some misunderstanding... What a misunderstanding! The evidence is solid!
Jiang Wang grabbed Jiang Anan, turned around and walked out, "Follow me home!"
It is said that an eldest brother is like a father, but if the son does not teach, it is the father's fault. He decided today was the time to show some parental authority. How come that timid little girl turned into this in just a few months? He decided to give her a good beating, at least ten times on the hand. It would be too embarrassing to be beaten in school, so he had to take her home and beat her.
Hmm... let's hit it three times, three times is pretty hard and it will hurt for a long time.
At this time, the little witch jumped up and waved, and said crisply: "Goodbye, An An!"
Jiang An'an was led by Jiang Wang with one hand and walked out. She had long realized that something was wrong, and she had lowered her eyebrows for a long time. When I heard my friend's greeting, I raised my other hand timidly and prepared to respond...
Jiang Wang pulled hard on his hand, interrupting this friendly farewell.
Just a few steps away from Mingdetang, walking south along Xuanwu Street, you will pass Cai Kee Mutton Shop.
Jiang Anan coughed deliberately when she smelled the aroma of mutton. In the past, with just a look from her, or even a sniff, Jiang Wang would stop and lead her in.
But today Jiang Wang pulled her and walked past without looking back.
Jiang Anan then understood that her brother was really angry.
Turn left forward and enter Aoki Avenue. Aoki Avenue goes east and reaches the end of Pegasus Lane. There is their home in Pegasus Lane.
"Brother..." Jiang Anan shouted.
But Jiang Wang was speechless.
"Brother..." Jiang Anan gently shook Jiang Wang's hand.
Jiang Wang snorted from his nose to express his cold attitude.
At this time, he happened to reach the door of his house, and Jiang Anan said: "Brother, let me open the door, I brought the key!"
Jiang Wang opened the lock, pushed open the yard, and let go of the hand that had been holding An An's hand. His voice was deliberately cold: "Go in."
He couldn't let Jiang An'an think that this matter could be easily passed over. A child of four or five years old must teach her a lesson when her character is slowly forming.
Jiang An'an's little hand touched Jiang Wang's, and when she saw that Jiang Wang really had no intention of holding her anymore, she lowered her head.
But then she seemed to remember something again, became energetic, and ran forward all of a sudden.
Jiang Wang followed into the bedroom and saw Jiang Anan going straight to her crib.
Jiang Wangzheng wanted to stop her.
Usually, whenever Jiang Anan had something he didn't want to do, he would lie on the bed and shout something like "Oh, I'm so sleepy, I fell asleep." and he could easily get away with it.
But Jiang Anan's short body suddenly slipped under the bed.
Can't I hit you if you hide under the bed? Jiang Wang almost laughed angrily, took the broom beside the door, and blocked Jiang Anan's little bed.
But An An got out quickly. She hugged a small wooden box and rubbed it under the bed for a while. Her little face was already dusty.
She raised the old wooden box high with both hands and said happily: "This is for you!"
Jiang Wang leaned the broom against the cabinet next to him and took the small wooden box doubtfully, "What is it?"
He opened the small wooden box and saw the piles of silver, red gold, pearls, etc., which were full of pearls.
Jiang Wang's heart suddenly tightened. He held up the wooden box with one hand and his voice was more severe than ever before: "Where did it come from?"
Jiang An'an had never seen her brother's expression like this before, and she suddenly panicked. She pursed her lips and whimpered, "I...I earned it!"
"Earn it?" Jiang Wang's hands trembled, "How did you earn it?"
He threw the wooden box to the ground with a loud noise, "Say!"
Golden light, silver light, and pearl light scattered all over the place.
Jiang Anan was frightened and burst into tears: "Help my classmates take the exam..."
"How can you earn so much money by helping your classmates take exams?"
Jiang Anan sobbed: "Qingzhi... Qingzhi is very rich. I help her take the exam, and she gives me money."
Jiang Wang only felt that his high-hanging heart was slowly letting go.
He began to regret that his appearance just now was too fierce.
He squatted down and held Jiang Anan's small shoulders with both hands. She was like a piece of too delicate porcelain, as if it would break if you didn't pay attention to protecting it.
"When did the family need you to make money?" Jiang Wang looked at her and reached out to wipe her tears: "My brother is rich, very rich, do you understand?"
Jiang Anan whined: "Didn't you borrow the money from that pretty boy to buy a house? You have to pay back the money you borrowed..."
Jiang Wang suddenly remembered that the day he went to ask Zhao Rucheng for money and a yard, he went with An An in his arms.
Poor little An'an, her little box, the heart she carefully held out, were thrown to the ground. How sad was she?
Jiang Wang looked at her, tears flowing down her gray little face, washing out the background like snow.
Jiang Wang's nose felt sore.
His heart suddenly felt extremely soft and extremely broken.
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(Thanks to book friend Xi Zichu for being the helmsman. Thanks to book friend Shen Ayao, book friend Life Failure Dog A Zhan, and book friend Yan Ergou for their rewards. And... give Jiang Anan a recommendation vote!!!)
