"Little sister? What's going on?" Song Ziyu asked.
"Uuuuuuuuuuah...Brother, do you still remember the pen you gave me?" the younger sister said.
Song Ziyu remembered that not long ago, when he went home during the holiday after military training, he bought a Hero brand pen for his second-grade girl to encourage her to study hard.
"I remember, what's wrong?" Song Ziyu asked.
Song Xinyi cried and said: "Brother... wuwu... a classmate accused the teacher that I stole his pen, saying that the pen you gave me was his, and the teacher asked me to invite the parents!"
"What did this teacher do? Why can't he distinguish between black and white?" Song Ziyu frowned and asked, "Does mom know about this?"
"Mom doesn't know yet. I don't dare to let her worry about it." The younger sister muttered.
"Sister, don't cry. Have you explained it to the teacher?" Song Ziyu asked again.
"I explained it, but the head teacher didn't believe me... Wuwuwu!" The little girl cried more and more!
Song Ziyu couldn't stand listening anymore. Since the teacher was so indiscriminate, he had to give his little sister a bad breath!
At this time, the taxi had stopped on the side of the road. The driver asked while smoking: "Young man, where are you going?"
Song Ziyu changed his mind about following Paramela, so he took out a hundred-dollar bill and said, "Master, please take me to the high-speed rail station."
The car was driving on the road. Song Ziyu had already bought the ticket, and then called the counselor Guan Shaobai to ask for leave.
In view of his status as a popular student, Guan Shaobai readily granted him a day and a half vacation.
Then Song Ziyu called Bai Yanyan again, but the call didn't get through.
Just when he was wondering, the news came. It turned out that Bai Yanyan was in class and did not dare to answer the phone.
Song Ziyu simply said that he was going home and would not be here for the past two days. Bai Yanyan said take care and fell silent.
Song Ziyu arrived at the high-speed rail station at 11 o'clock in the morning, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon he arrived at the gate of Shuguang Primary School where his younger sister was.
After registering at the school gate, Song Ziyu was allowed to enter the school.
When I arrived at the door of Class 3, Grade 2, where my little sister was, I saw the little girl standing facing the wall from a distance.
Song Ziyu was furious, but his face was very calm.
When she came to her sister, she was chanting against the wall. Song Ziyi listened attentively. The little sister was reciting in a mosquito-biting voice: There are a few plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I knew it wasn't snow from a distance, because there was a faint fragrance coming...
Song Ziyu felt sad for a while. In such a bad situation, the younger sister still did not forget to review her homework. This was still difficult for the younger sister.
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu felt even more disgusted with her little sister's class teacher.
He reached out and patted the little girl from behind. The little girl turned around in confusion, and then the confusion on her face turned into surprise.
"Brother!" The little sister threw herself into her arms and started crying.
How wronged it must be to cry like this.
A head popped out of the office not far away and cursed: "Damn girl, are you crying? Why are you crying again!"
Song Ziyu suddenly turned his head and swept towards the woman with uncontrollable evil energy.
Even though there is a distance of more than ten meters!
The woman still couldn't help but shudder.
In the apocalypse, Song Ziyu hunted no less than a hundred zombies, and the evil spirit on his body was not ordinary. In the eyes of women, Song Ziyu was a completely emotionless murderer!
"You...who are you?" The woman spoke a little awkwardly.
Song Ziyu sneered and said, "I am Song Xinyi's parent, who are you?"
After hearing Song Ziyu say that she was Song Xinyi's parent, the woman seemed to gain courage.
"So you are Song Xinyi's parent, and I am her class teacher. I have been waiting for you all morning. Very good. Since you are here, let's talk in the office."
After saying that, the woman walked directly into the office.
Song Ziyu held his sister's hand and walked toward the office. Her sister's little hand was cold and trembling.
Sensing her sister's fear, Song Ziyu said calmly: "Don't be afraid, little sister, I will take care of everything!"
After hearing her brother's words, Song Xinyi calmed down a little.
When she came to the office, Song Ziyu sat across from the head teacher, then hugged her sister and looked at the head teacher carefully.
This is a sarcastic woman, who may be in her thirties or forties, with thin lips and a pointed nose, and a pair of single-lidded eyes full of snobbery.
The woman pretended to be writing quickly and was leaning on the table writing lesson plans, leaving Song Ziyu aside.
Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu didn't let the woman coddle him, and punched the table directly.
The punch was so powerful that the wooden desk shook.
The woman was startled and dropped the pen in her hand to the ground.
"You... what are you going to do?" the head teacher asked in a panic.
"I don't want to do anything! Let me ask you, whose mourning did you just say?" Song Ziyu asked.
Seeing Song Ziyu's appearance, the head teacher said a little uneasily: "It's just a slip of the tongue, why are you so serious?"
Song Ziyu shook his head and said: "You can eat random things, but you can't talk nonsense! As a teacher, you must be a role model for others. You open and close your mouth and curse your mother to death. How can you teach students well like this?"
"Are you educating me?" The head teacher also stood up, as if he wanted to show off his figure with Song Ziyu.
At this time, several other teachers in the office also gathered around, which undoubtedly gave the class teacher great courage.
Song Ziyu was not afraid, but said calmly: "I am not educating you, I am warning you! If I hear such unbearable language coming from your mouth again, I will go to the Education Bureau to personally respond to you. Condition!"
The head teacher was completely shocked by Song Ziyu's fierceness and was speechless for a long time.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a big belly walked in the door.
The middle-aged man did not notice Song Ziyu's presence. Instead, he asked angrily when he entered the door: "Why is there no one in Class 3's classroom? Whose class is this?"
"Principal, you came just in time, someone is making trouble!"
When the head teacher saw the principal, he was like a biting dog seeing its owner, and he quickly stepped forward to complain.
Song Ziyu didn't panic and looked at the principal calmly.
After listening to the head teacher's words, the principal said directly: "Song Xinyi's parents, right? You and Li Shufen come to my office to talk. It's not good to make trouble here, and you don't want to cause unnecessary trouble to the children in the future. .”
Song Ziyu readily agreed and took his little sister to the principal's office.
In the principal's office.
The principal was a very particular person, so he took out a cigarette and handed it to Song Ziyu: "Little brother, would you like one?"
Song Ziyu declined and said: "The principal is really hard-working and simple. Why do you want to tap Yuxi?"
After speaking, Song Ziyu took out a pack of Fuchun Shanju, and then personally lit one for the principal.
