When the teacher heard this, his face turned red with anger, he raised his glasses and raised his voice, "No matter why, it's wrong to fight. I've never seen adults like you."
To Zhao Qingqing's ears, these words seemed to be saying that they were unqualified and uneducated.
'Haha' Zhao Qingqing sneered and said in a slow tone: "I have never seen a teacher like you. Children only pick on other people's pain points and make fun of them. Shouldn't this be a lesson? Have you ever recited the Three-Character Sutra? You are not strict in teaching.
, the laziness of a teacher.”
She stared into the teacher's eyes sharply, without being humble or saying anything.
"Oh, baby." Suddenly, a black BMW stopped behind them. A woman in her thirties got out of the car and shouted with a distressed look on her face.
"Mom." One of the boys who was beaten by Wang Yichen just now shed tears of grievance and rushed over to hug the woman's thigh.
The woman hugged her son in distress, and when she saw that the child's face was swollen, she stared angrily, "Is it the child who has no mother and no mother who beat him again?"
The woman's shrill voice sounded harsh.
What kind of weird school is this? Excellent teachers and excellent parents.
She suppressed her anger and turned her head to look at the woman, who happened to look over at her aggressively.
Luo Jian was also very angry and had a sullen face.
No wonder Chenchen doesn't want to come to school. Who are these people?
Several parents came one after another, and the matter reached the principal's office.
"After beating my son like this, I will go back and ask your old Wang how he raised his child." A woman bared her teeth and claws at Wang Yichen.
Wang Yichen was protected in Zhao Qingqing's arms. He felt confident and even made faces at her.
Zhao Qingqing raised one corner of his lips and said sarcastically: "Your family does have a tutor, but how come your children don't understand how to respect their teachers?"
A parent: "Who do you think doesn't have a tutor? Say it again."
Zhao Qingqing showed no signs of weakness: "I just told you, what's wrong?"
A parent said: "You hit someone and you don't apologize, but you're still so arrogant."
Zhao Qingqing sneered, "Why don't you say your children are too cowardly?"
A parent said: "We will wait for Mrs. Wang to come over and talk to you to lower our standards."
"Oh, yes, you are so heavyweight, why are you afraid of me, who is so lightweight?" Zhao Qingqing glanced lazily at the parent, who was at least half as heavy as her.
The parent blushed, "You..."
Luo Jian put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned lazily against the window, watching with interest as Zhao Qingqing stretched his neck to argue with the aggressive parents.
I'm curious if she can destroy this gang by herself like Wang Yichen did.
The fifty-year-old principal was standing around anxiously. This was the first time he had seen such a show of force. In the past, when Wang Yichen beat other classmates, Mrs. Wang always apologized politely when she came over.
Where did he get such a strong girl today? What a headache.
Look at the senior college comrade who is leaning against the window as if he has nothing to do with himself. What on earth is going on here?
This is an aristocratic school, and every parent here has a prominent family background, and no one can be offended.
"Where did you, a yellow-haired girl, come from? How dare you talk to me like that." The fat woman became angry, reached out and pushed Zhao Qingqing, and moved her hands.
