During class break on Friday, Xu Xilin and Dou Xun were both invited to Qilixiang's office because they had a fight after class.

Xu Xilin really hadn't done something so embarrassing in many years. He reflected carefully and felt that he had done nothing wrong in this matter. In the final analysis, it was because Dou Xun was too useless.

From the first day he transferred to another school, Xu Xilin felt that this person was incompatible with him. Later, it was Cai Jing and then Luo Bing. The hatred has accumulated until now. The quantitative change has changed qualitatively, and the literary fight has turned into a physical fight.

Qilixiang was furious: "Speak! Xu Xilin, how did you become the party secretary? Why did you fight?"

Xu Xilin's jaw ached. He accidentally bit his tongue during the fight, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He glanced at Dou Xun, who was even more embarrassed, and judged that this kid might be a veteran who was as good at fighting as eating, but just based on the results

It seems that my two years of free boxing learning experience in junior high school have gained the upper hand.

In front of the class teacher, Xu Xilin was a good man who would not suffer the immediate disadvantages, but he did not hesitate to explain. So he bowed his head and admitted his mistake simply and rudely: "I was impulsive. I will change it next time."

After Dou Xun heard this insincere and glib tone, he immediately sneered. His lips were split and it was difficult to show off, so he used every fiber of his facial muscles to scream sarcasm.

Qilixiang: "..."

She understood why the two naughty children were fighting, and when she saw Dou Xun's virtue, she almost rolled up her sleeves and joined the fight herself.

Qilixiang took deep breaths several times before she calmed down. She slapped the table and roared: "Is impulsiveness the reason? If you are impulsive now, hit your classmates. If you are impulsive in the future, you are not allowed to use a knife to kill people?"

Xu Xilin lowered his eyebrows and said, "Teacher, I was wrong. How about I go back and write a check now? I guarantee there will be no next time."

After he finished speaking, Dou Xun rolled his eyes.

I'm afraid no crosstalk between them can be as seamless as the two of them.

Qilixiang caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye and felt like taking a quick-acting Jiuxin Pill.

She has been leading this class since the first year of high school. She would have known that Xu Xilin is a person who refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. When he admits his mistakes, he does it in the same way, which will not delay him from being a jerk next time. All those beautiful words of examination are Cai's.

I wrote it for him.

If this were normal, Qilixiang would definitely not give up with him, but only through comparison can one understand. Compared with Dou Xunyi, who was hanging his eyelids next to him, Xu Xilin looked incredibly cute, almost gentle and considerate.

Qilixiang quickly cut through the mess and hit each of them with fifty big boards, gave them a warning, and sent the two of them back to the classroom.

On the surface, she disciplined Xu Xilin more. As soon as the two students left, she dug out her address book and dialed the number of Dou Xun's parent, Dou Junliang.

Qilixiang said "hello", but before she could explain her purpose clearly, Dou Junliang started talking to himself: "Teacher Zhang... Oops, hello, Teacher Zhang. Look, this is a labor for you."

It's so inappropriate to make a phone call. Has that boy Dou Xun caused trouble again? I tell you, don't give me face and slap him directly. This little tree can't grow straight unless it is repaired, right! What,

I'll call you back later, okay? Hey, it's a little busy here..."

The teacher has been at school for a long time, and she doesn’t know that some people in the society talk about running on trains. When Dou Junliang said this, she really waited for Dou Xun’s parents to call back, but after waiting all day, she kept meowing.

Didn't wait any longer.

Only then did she understand that "call you back later" was the same as "treat you to dinner another day" and both meant "goodbye, bye, get out of here"!

It was not until evening that a strange young woman rushed to school to look for her.

The woman claimed that she was Dou Xun's father's secretary. When they met, she gave Qilixiang a jewelry gift box and said in a sticky voice, "Our boss said, please, teacher, you must pay more attention to our children."

The four words "our child" reveal the secretary's great ambition to be a stepmother.

Qilixiang: "I think it's better...it would be better for Dou Xun's parents to come to the school in person. You see, he even got into a fight with his classmates today..."

The female secretary didn't care whether Dou Xun was fighting or not. She picked her nails boredly and listened to Qilixiang's complaint. She raised her eyelids and said perfunctorily without any technical content: "Yes, everyone knows that, so I asked Teacher to please take care of me."

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Qilixiang: "..."

"By the way, teacher, there is a necklace in the box. You can take it to the counter and let them clean it for free in the future," the female secret artist said with a coveted look, as if she wished she could steal it. "For famous brands, you can get 40% off for 10% off."

Wan, the service is also very high-end!”

Ordinary people can't tell whether something has quality, but it's really hard for people to be refined.

Qilixiang's mouth went dry as she spoke. After hearing this, she really wanted to make Miss "Liuzhe" look bad.

Although she accepts gifts, she doesn't accept everything. She only accepts one or two shopping cards worth 1,800 yuan occasionally. Her little greed can't afford a designer necklace. Qilixiang stuffed the box back into the secretary's hand:

"I don't even have a salary and bonus of 100,000 yuan a year, so I don't dare to accept it. You'd better take it back and ask the parents to move it to a driving school, okay?"

The secretary didn't hear the sarcasm in the words at all, and said with a coy face: "I am the parent."

Qilixiang really couldn't communicate with Dou Junliang, a secretary of 250, so she dismissed her exhaustedly. She looked at the time and saw that it was already one o'clock for self-study in the afternoon - No. 6 Middle School emphasized students' independent learning ability and only arranged two main classes in the afternoon.

The two classes are basically self-study or sports activities.

She walked to the back door of the classroom and looked into the class through the back window. She saw that the math class representative and the English class representative each occupied half of the blackboard and were copying the weekend homework requirements, while the Chinese class representative was wandering around to collect the weekly diary - something she forgot to write.

They all bowed their heads and wrote quickly.

Xu Xilin is one of them, but he is more confident because he has Cai Jing.

Cai Jing was talented and could speak in perfect sentences, so he impromptu dictated a short reading note citing scriptures for him to copy.

Cai Jing: "Gong Ai of Lu once said to Confucius, 'I was born in a deep palace, and my hands are longer than those of women. I don't know sorrow, I don't know worry, I don't know labor, I don't know...'"

Xu Xilin is a typical science boy. He will follow the script for the Chinese exam - memorize what the teacher has taught him, and talk nonsense if he has not memorized it - his extracurricular reading is either fantasy or martial arts, which makes his head turn into two heads: "Wait a minute.

Wait! How do you write the word 'witness' in 'witness'?"

The representative of the Chinese class jumped to the side: "You can't write Pinyin, Xu Tuanzu, can you hurry up? You are the only one who copies homework in the most fashionable way, and you do it from dictation!"

Qilixiang was about to go in through the back door to catch someone who didn't take their homework seriously, but just as she put her hand on the doorknob, she accidentally saw Dou Xun sitting in the corner.

Dou Xun was holding a fountain pen between his fingers. The table was piled with scraps of paper that no one could understand except himself. However, he did not focus on his own affairs as usual. Instead, he stared at the noisy front table.

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He still had injuries on his face, and his expression was a little strange. At first glance, it looked like contempt, but there was also a hint of envy.

Of course it's not that he envies the person who just beat him up in the morning, but... the whole class is lively, but he is the only one who is deserted.

But that bit of envy passed by in a flash. Dou Xun, probably ashamed of his weakness, quickly came to his senses, his expression became colder, he lowered his head more and more indifferently, and plugged in the earphones again.

Qilixiang sighed, did not enter the class, and returned to the office silently.

She had Dou Xun's report card in her hand. His grades were not bad, but very good. He skipped a grade when he was a child, and later he wanted to skip it again. His class teacher at the time refused to let him go, because although Dou Xun was smart, he was not

A genius in a certain field means that his high IQ has no practical use other than showing off.

And he is inherently withdrawn and can't get along with his peers. If he skips grades endlessly, will he still learn how to deal with others in this life?

It sounds nice to be called a "child prodigy" when he was a child, but one day he will grow up, and by then he will be neither a "child" nor a "god", but he has not yet learned how to be a human being, so who will care about him?

Unfortunately, there are always ignorant parents and stupid public opinions who like to engage in "IQ worship", and no one listened to the teacher's heartfelt truth.

This time Dou Xun transferred from another place to No. 6 Middle School because No. 6 Middle School had a policy that allowed sophomores in high school to take the college entrance examination after being recommended by the school. When they transferred, their parents made it clear that they came here just for this policy.

After all the calculations, Dou Xun may only stay in this class for one semester, just to settle down. As long as he doesn't cause any trouble, the teacher doesn't have to worry about him.

Looking at Dou Junliang's virtue, Qilixiang felt that he was quite smug about his smart son, and maybe even thought that she, the head teacher, was looking for trouble and couldn't get rid of it even after giving him a shopping card.

This kind of parents all think this way - as long as they study well, isn't it?

Qilixiang rubbed her eyebrows, feeling that she would have to talk to Dou Xun's parents no matter what next week. If his father couldn't come, he would call his mother. A mother couldn't ignore her child's future.

Friday evening is the happiest time in school - even if there is so much homework that it overflows from the school bag.

Wu Tao and the others gathered next to Xu Xilin, discussing where to go on the weekend. The sound was so noisy that even the headphones were hot from the heat.

Dou Xun cast a gloomy glance at Xu Xilin's back, picked up his schoolbag and left through the back door. The corners of his split mouth felt like needles pricking him.

The back door was closed by him with a bang. Wu Tao glanced at Dou Xun's desk and whispered in Xu Xilin's ear: "Xiao Linzi, what do you say? Are you going to deal with that kid?"

Xu Xilin frowned, knowing that Wu Tao's so-called "cleaning up" was not ordinary cleaning up.

Wu Tao is a residential student - No. 6 Middle School is not a boarding school, and the dormitory environment is not very good. Most students who live far away rent a house nearby if they can afford it.

Since there were too few female students staying in the dormitory, the school moved them collectively to the staff dormitory area for safety reasons. In this way, the dormitory building became a purely male dormitory, and the management was not very strict. A very special community gradually formed inside.

"ecosystem".

The Sixth Middle School is the leading municipal center in the area. If you want to do well in the class, in addition to being popular and loyal, you must also have decent grades. Moreover, everyone has a sense of propriety when it comes to playing. Even if you have a problem with someone, you must always be together.

If the gang isolates him, there won't be any big trouble.

But the dormitory area is a completely different situation.

The dormitory is inhabited by sports students who need training every morning and evening, poor students from remote suburban counties, and repeat students recruited from other schools. They are naturally divided into several circles, with overlaps and frictions between them. The relationships are very complicated and contradictory.

Fermented everywhere, and gradually formed a climate of cliques.

Things like locking people in the toilet overnight are considered very common. Most of the victims dare not say anything. Anyway, as long as the ambulance is not called, the teachers will be kept in the dark.

Wu Tao put one hand on the back of Xu Xilin's chair, with a bit of youthful and frivolous anger on his face: "If this kind of person is placed in our house, he will be honest for three days. If he is told to bark like a dog, he will not dare to meow. You
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