When Fan Yuzhuo returned home, she took her daughter to different restaurants for dinner almost every day. During the days of reunion, she would be satisfied as long as her daughter wanted to eat. She never stings with her money in front of her.
"Xiaoying, tell your mother, why does Teacher Cao not like you?"
Xie Ying was surprised: "How did you know?"
"I'm going to your school." Fan Yuzhuo said truthfully: "I'm your mother. Go to your school to find out the situation. Is this the right thing?"
Xie Ying put down the chicken legs and said, "I don't really want parents to go to school."
"Why?"
"Grandpa and grandma, second uncle and second aunt, and even aunt, have to emphasize that I am Xie Qingyi's daughter. Over the years, my father's story has been almost forgotten. Like Xie Jing's peers, I don't even know the great hero Xie Qingyi.
.However, the family always mentions dad, just deliberately telling my teachers and classmates not to forget him, and also emphasizes that I am his daughter..." Xie Ying lowered her head and said in disappointment: "To be honest, I don't like it very much.
That feeling.”
I see.
Xie Ying flashed her big eyes and said, "Mom, would you be sad if Dad was completely forgotten?"
"Uh... no matter whether others remember him or not, I remember it anyway. As long as he is always missed by me, he will not be lonely." Fan Yuzhuo said: "So, I won't be too sad."
"I think so too. Xie Qingyi is my father. Whether others remember him or not, it doesn't matter. In my heart, he is my closest person..." Xie Ying said:
I don’t want my father to be remembered deliberately, nor do I want my family to always emphasize this to others.”
"I understand." Fan Yuzhuo said: "Fortunately, I didn't mention your father today, and I will never mention it in front of your teacher again."
Xie Ying then laughed.
"Now you can tell me why Teacher Cao doesn't like you anymore, right?"
"Uh... this is a long story. But, mom, I don't care whether she likes me!"
Time goes forward, Xie Ying has just entered the third year of junior high school. Teacher Cao announced at the class meeting that Hu Baozhu will no longer serve as a literary and artistic committee member, and her position will be taken over by Zhu Fangting.
Hu Baozhu was curling her hair in front of the mirror. When she heard this, she immediately became anxious: "Why? She didn't say anything to me in advance!"
Hu Baozhu has a bad relationship with many teachers, and Teacher Cao doesn't like her much, so she said hastily: "You always go to the sports school to train, so it's only a matter of time before you leave the school. Therefore, it's not suitable to serve as a class committee member anymore.
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Hu Baozhu rolled her eyes and thought to herself that the class teacher said something reasonable, and it did take a lot of time to participate in aerobics training. She was still angry and asked unconvincedly: "Our class has so many literary and artistic expertise,
Why do you want to find Zhu Fangting? Which one can she take?”
The only student who dares to go to the teacher head-on is probably Hu Baozhu. Even the male classmate who usually works against the teacher can't help but call her a real man and a pure man.
Teacher Cao couldn't get out of Taiwan and said, "Zhu Fangting was selected for the choir of the Children's Palace and participated in many large-scale performances..."
"Ha, then let her stand on the stage and lip-sync?..."
"Hu Baozhu!" Zhu Fangting couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table, pointed at Hu Baozhu and said, "Don't insult me like this..."
But before she could defend herself, she felt aggrieved and fell on the table and started crying. She cried sadly and resentful, looking like she was pitiful.
Teacher Cao has been teaching for many years and has hardly seen such a situation. She has a gloomy face and asked the students to study for self-study and called Hu Baozhu to the office.
When Hu Baozhu came back, there were two tears on her cheeks. She must have been scolded by her class teacher. But she was careless and forced to hold back her tears. It was strange that most of the boys felt sorry for the pitiful Zhu Fangting and the girls.
Instead, they are more concerned about the strong Hu Baozhu.
The girls in the class were divided into several camps, and Hu Baozhu had his own group of best friends. Because Hu Baozhu was wronged, his good friends all glared at Zhu Fangting. It was obvious that she snatched Hu Baozhu's literary and artistic committee member-and she had not passed any
In elections, she easily obtained this position in any competition, but she still cried so sadly! Where did Hu Baozhu make sense?
Hu Baozhu wiped away her tears and whispered: "Zhu Fangting's mother must have given gifts to the teacher! Humph! She has done this since she was a child, and I look down on her!"
Hu Baozhu and Zhu Fangting's deep hatred began in the 1994 Spring Festival Gala. From the time of the time, Hu Baozhu had the upper hand, but Zhu Fangting held his big move. In just a few months, Hu Baozhu was inexplicably driven out of the dance troupe.
, never participated in a large-scale performance organized by the official again.m.jujia?y.??m
The more I think about it, the more angry I get!
Hu Baozhu is not as good-tempered as Xie Ying. She walked towards Zhu Fangting aggressively, took the initiative, lifted the book on her desk, pointed at her nose and scolded: "You bullied my family without money and power, and snatched my position again and again,
Addicted, right?"
Zhu Fangting's tears were filled with tears, his eyes were full of forbearance: "Baozhu, these are the teacher's arrangements. If you are unhappy, just vent to me! I have taken advantage of you, and I should be scolded by you for a few words.
Yes. I know you don’t like me. No matter how cruel you scold me, I won’t care about you.”
What a guy, Hu Baozhu's heavy punch hit a soft and delicate cotton. Her impulse turned her into the unreasonable Hu Dazhuang, who specialized in bullying the weak and helpless Zhu Xiaohua.
Hu Baozhu couldn't control her fists anymore. At this moment, Xie Ying persuaded her and pulled her back desperately. Back to her seat, Xie Ying whispered: "Baozhu, you may become a star in the future, but you can't
Leave a dark history of bullying classmates.”
Where did Hu Baozhu have such a vision? She was still so angry that her head hurts and said, "I just want to have a good time, what's wrong?"
"But after you get happy, you will be remembered by the school. You can't participate in aerobics competitions, go to No. 2 Middle School, and you can't be in the same school with my brother."
Oh! This problem is quite serious!
Hu Baozhu was really not irritable. She was upset: "Then how can I breathe this? She drove me out of the dance team. I have always remembered this hatred. She rode on my head and shit again!"
Xie Ying comforted: "Don't worry, Baozhu, you have suffered a lot of grievances for me, I will definitely help you."
Hu Baozhu doesn't believe these words very much. Because Xie Ying is a dove of peace, she sows the seeds of peace everywhere and persuades her to fight many times so that she will not have conflicts with her classmates.
Time is coming to the end of September. Donghai Junior High School is going to hold a large-scale literary party to celebrate the 50th birthday of the motherland. In the past, Hu Baozhu had to be busy rehearsing various programs, and she was so busy that she could fly. This year she was relaxed and completely finished work, and everything was
No. Even her good friend invited her to rehearse her dance together, she proudly refused.
In previous years, Xie Ying had to have a solo song, but Zhu Fangting became a literary and artistic committee member. How could she give Xie Ying the opportunity to show off? During the class meeting, she stood on the stage and talked about the plan of rehearsing the program. The third year of junior high school
Class 2 has to rehearse a dance and a chorus.
This decision excluded all the students with specialties in musical instruments. Everyone was angry, but they all endured it and didn't dare to say it.
Zhu Fangting pretended to say, "Whoever wants to participate in the program, raise your hand to sign up, and we will vote again."
Teacher Cao stood in a corner of the podium and showed great appreciation for Zhu Fangting's ability, and kept nodding to say yes.
Xie Ying raised her hand.
Before she could speak, Zhu Fangting became nervous and wrinkled the paper.
Xie Ying stood up and asked, "I want to sign up for a solo program, is that OK?"
Zhu Fangting immediately shook his head: "No, we have discussed it and we will release a chorus program."
"Who are we? Are we classmates in the class?"
Zhu Fangting became even more nervous and pressed the ballpoint pen to a clatter. She looked at Teacher Cao for help, and Teacher Cao was also embarrassed and said vaguely: "Anyway, the program has been decided, so we will improve our efficiency and don't repeat it again.
"
"Why can't you sing solo? Also, Wang Junsheng is very good at playing the violin. Zhu Yi's Erhu has passed the tenth level. They have separate programs for every art performance. Why is it gone this time?" Xie Ying asked persistently.
: "Zhu Fangting, do you want to reflect the spirit of class cooperation? Is that group dance not enough?"
Zhu Fangting didn't know how to answer, so he stammered for a long time before saying, "I think the honors we earn from the whole class are all for everyone. So, group programs are better than being a one-person show. Don't you want to contribute to the chorus?"
...
What a guy! If it weren't for Xie Ying's press, Hu Baozhu would have lifted Zhu Fangting's table again.
If he continues, he will destroy the unity of the class. Xie Ying sat down in a depressed state, while Zhu Fangting was proud and not able to act too obviously. He bit his lip and was secretly happy.
Since Zhu Fangting is a literary and artistic committee member, rehearsing the program is her task. Xie Ying endured the "shame" and signed up for a chorus. Everyone else wanted her to be the lead singer, but Xie Ying modestly refused. She highly recommended Zhu Fangting to be the lead singer
, Because she is the organizer and has always learned to sing, it is very suitable for her to be the lead singer.
Faced with Xie Ying's sudden weakness, Zhu Fangting felt very uneasy. But she was still proud because she suppressed Xie Ying and asked her to listen to her words. She must make a big splash in this art performance.
Xie Ying had no objection to what clothes Zhu Fangting asked to wear and what hairstyle to comb. Hu Baozhu expressed her deep dissatisfaction with this and even called Xie Ying a backbone-free dog. Xie Ying advised her to be more patient, she had her own opinions. Hu Baozhu
I am in a state of irritability every day, and I am fantasizing about beating Zhu Fangting every day.
On the day of the performance, Xie Ying did not wear the white shirt and red skirt that Zhu Fangting asked for, but instead wore the red sweater and plaid skirt that her mother sent to her.
Zhu Fangting was shocked and said angrily: "Xie Ying, even if you have any objections to me, you can't destroy the program of our class! You are not the lead singer, why do you dress differently from everyone? Since that's the case, you can't go on stage.
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"I'll change my clothes later." Xie Ying said: "I'll finish the solo first."
solo?!
Zhu Fangting was stunned and hurriedly confirmed the program list in his hand. That's right, Xie Ying was ranked first, and she sang a female solo, "Singing a Mountain Song for the Party".
Xie Ying’s “unit” is not the second class of junior high school, but the school art troupe.
Zhu Fangting was completely stunned. Her invisible hands slapped her face back and forth, and her cheeks felt so hot that they felt their cheeks were so hot.
Xie Ying was warmed up in a humble and ready to go to the stage. Zhu Fangting's expression became distorted, and she was jealous and resentful. She almost had an impulse to stop Xie Ying from coming to the stage. She didn't realize that she was jealous and angry.
Hate can't be hidden at all.
"I'll have another program later." Xie Ying said: "Just now on the show in our class, the school chorus songs are skewed. However, I was the first to sing. After singing, I must have time to change my clothes.
So, don’t worry! Our class’s program will definitely be a big success!”
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
Shen Changqing walked on the road, and someone who met familiar with each other would say hello to each other, or nodded.
But no matter who it is.
Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing is accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.
It can be said.
In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.
When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When I first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but it was used to it over time.
The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.
Then he was promoted step by step and was expected to become a guardian.
Shen Changqing's predecessor is a trainee in the Zhen Magic Division to remove the magic envoy, and it is also the lowest level in the magic envoy.
Have the memory of the predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
Without too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.
Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.
The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.