Chen Hao didn't see the teachers' eyes, and immediately retorted: "What a broom star, you are slandering!" He was speaking righteously, with anger all over his face.
"That's it, then call the police." At this moment, Tan Zhao suddenly said this.
"Call the police? Teacher Su, you..."
"You can't say that. My student not only beat people, but also slandered students younger than him. At the most serious level, this is campus bullying. At the most minor level, it is not something that can be dealt with lightly. Since
In this case, it is better to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and to beat and kill him even though he is already a senior in high school, and to give an explanation to this classmate Chen Hao."
This is true, but this is just a... campus dispute.
When the teachers were about to persuade him, Chen Hao suddenly couldn't resist: "No, you can't call the police!" If he called the police, he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he took other people's money to teach Feng Xiulan a lesson in order to buy new sneakers!
"Teacher, I forgive classmate Feng Xiulan, and I will not hold him responsible."
After all, he was just a freshman in high school and had never been out in society. He cheated as soon as he could.
"This is not good, okay? Classmate Feng Xiulan treats you like this. Junior classmate, you can't be so weak and easy to bully?" Tan Zhao said with concern.
"No, no, no, actually... I did scold him, I'm sorry." Student Chen Hao finally couldn't stand it any longer.
In the end, the parents did not complain. Feng Xiulan compensated Chen Hao for his medical expenses and also made a school-wide review. Chen Hao apologized for his verbal mistakes and also wrote a review. As for punishment, there was naturally no punishment.
After finishing this matter, it was completely dark outside. Today was Friday, and the campus seemed particularly empty since there were no students studying in the evening.
Tan Zhao walked in front, and Feng Xiulan followed behind him. After entering the community, they started walking side by side.
"...Thank you."
It was so late today, so Tan Zhao's hot pot was naturally unfinished. When he heard this, he said: "Classmate Feng, do you think you are not wrong at all?"
Classmate Feng Xiulan's steps quickly became faster in an instant.
After entering the house, Feng Xiulan was about to lock himself in, but Tan Zhao was faster than him this time and stopped him with his plaster arm: "If you feel wronged, then just say it, maybe no one will
Listen, maybe someone will listen, but if you don’t say anything, how can you ask others to help you!”
"I don't need anyone else to help me! Put away your fake kindness!" Feng Xiulan suddenly shouted.
"Then are you willing to be slandered? To be pointed at and scolded? If you had a choice, no one would be willing. Classmate Feng Xiulan, please formalize your identity. No one is born strong, and there is not much a teacher can do. Since
If you don’t want it, the teacher will not do unnecessary things in the future." After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he was about to pack his luggage. He had received his salary and could live on the flat floor without having to worry about others.
No one...is born powerful?
But no one helped him, not even his parents or relatives, so how could he trust a teacher who didn't teach him much?
It doesn't matter, he can leave this city in less than two months. He will stay away from these people and live a good life in a place where no one knows him.
Feng Xiulan wrapped himself up in the quilt, not showing a trace of skin, but there was silence everywhere, and the sound of the suitcase wheels rolling outside the door was particularly harsh. Suddenly, his heart tightened, so he tucked himself in even tighter.
.
Finally, there was a "Gada" outside the door, and the entire flat floor became silent again.
Like, what it originally looked like.
"ah--"
Feng Xiulan scratched his hair angrily, and finally opened the door. What greeted him was a deserted room.
It was him who pushed away Su Jinglin's help.
Feng Xiulan understood, but... it was too late. He had become so powerful a long time ago that he no longer needed help from others. It didn't matter whether he was punished or chased and beaten.
Whether he is a broom star or a wolf-hearted person, he no longer cares.
Feng Xiulan sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. For some reason, he always felt that the room was particularly empty today.
After half an hour of mindlessly watching TV, Feng Xiulan finally couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the keys and went out.
He has always been alone, growing up alone, going to school alone, being beaten alone, and doing everything alone. He doesn't need company, so...it's all Su Jinglin's fault.
At this moment, Teacher Su was sitting at the Malatang stall in the night market with his suitcase, eating happily. Halfway through the meal, he still felt that it was not enough. When he was about to add another meal, he saw someone holding an order paper and wearing a small apron.
Brother Jia raised his head and looked at him.
"Brother Jia, are you over 18 years old?"
"Don't tell anyone!"
The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and then stopped at the same time. The Malatang stall was not a good place to talk, especially when the business was very good. Brother Jia left quickly, but Tan Zhao did not think about joining.
meal.
Brother Jia was busy for a while. When Malatang closed the stall, he looked around and didn't see Su Jinglin's dazzling face, so he was ready to go back from get off work.
As soon as I left the night market, I saw Su Jinglin dragging her suitcase at the door.
"What are you doing, mind your own business!"
Tan Zhaogang checked and found that Zhao Jia was indeed over 18 years old. Since the other party wanted to work, he had no position to stop him, not to mention that he could also take into account his grades: "No, I just want to ask you if there is one nearby.
Is it a cheap and good hotel?”
Brother Jia:……
When he arrived at the hotel to pay, Tan Zhao suddenly remembered that he still had 500 yuan that he had not paid back to Feng Xiulan, so he transferred 500 yuan to someone via WeChat.
Just as he was about to say goodbye to Brother Jia and carry his luggage upstairs, the WeChat phone suddenly rang.
Hey, it’s actually classmate Feng.
Tan Zhao immediately picked up the phone, and just as he was about to speak, a harsh voice came from the distance: "Call me! It's useless, my employer said, interrupt..."
grass!
Zhao Jia also heard it, and when he left, he saw Su Jinglin, who was still wearing a plaster, sending his luggage to the front desk and running out like a gust of wind.
Damn! Two of these are poisonous.
Brother Jia hesitated for a moment, and finally chased in the direction of Su Jinglin.
Tan Zhao moved very quickly. He had already walked around the area, and there were only a few places where he could hide from beating people. The voice call on WeChat was still going on, and he could vaguely hear the sound of the night market closing the stalls not far away.
.
Tan Zhaofa ran for five minutes when he heard a scream coming from the alley.
This voice belongs to Feng Xiulan.
Shit, there is no law these days. Tan Zhao rushed in. These few people were obviously members of the real society, and they carried a greater or lesser degree of hostility.
When Zhao Jia arrived, he saw the gangster next to him fell to the ground, Feng Xiulan huddled in the back with his legs in his arms, and Su Jinglin stood in the hollow area, obviously angry.
"Brother Jia, call the police."
"Don't order me." But Jia Ge quickly called the police.
After calling the police, Tan Zhao first asked Brother Jia to take Feng Xiulan to the hospital. He waited for the police to come and go to the police station to take notes. When the police saw that these gangsters were old faces, and Tan Zhao's identity as the head teacher of No. 3 Middle School, they immediately knew whether they had checked him or not.
How long did it take for the results to come out?
Someone was instigating it, but when contacted by phone, these people didn't know who the other party was.
After Tan Zhao took care of the matter and went to the hospital, Feng Xiulan's leg had the same treatment as his right hand.
"There are no fractures, but there are some cracks..."
Although they were both school bullies, Zhao Jia and Feng Xiulan had little in common, and neither of them were good talkers. They sat opposite each other, and until Tan Zhao arrived, they had nothing to say.
When Brother Jia saw Su Jinglin coming, he immediately picked up his school uniform and left without any hesitation.
"Brother Jia, be careful on the road."
Brother Jia waved his hand casually and quickly disappeared into the corridor of the hospital.
Tan Zhao turned around and met Feng Xiulan's eyes: "What do you want me to do? We are all in trouble, are the plaster teachers and students making their C-level debut?"
"..." This cold joke is not funny at all.
It's so late because tomorrow is the weekend. Xiao Feng injured his leg and couldn't stay in Tan Zhao's hotel.
"Thank you, Teacher Su."
These words were whispered and awkward, but Tan Zhao could hear that they were very sincere.
"Also, I'm sorry."
The boy's clothes were still dirty, and he looked like a bullied kitten: "Okay, considering your injury, the teacher will forgive you, but..."
"But what?"
"But if you encounter this kind of situation in the future, don't call the teacher, call the police directly. Any behavior that harms others is a violation of personal rights. Do you understand?"
...In fact, he just accidentally touched the WeChat number when receiving the transfer notification.
Regarding this, classmate Feng Xiulan very wisely did not say anything.
When such a big thing happened, Tan Zhao, as the head teacher, of course needed to notify the parents of the students, so he called Feng Xiulan's contact person.
It was still the secretary who answered the phone.
It was so late, and the secretary was a bit tempered. He only said that he would tell Mr. Feng tomorrow.
Then he hung up the phone without mercy, and when he called me again, he got a busy signal.
"It's useless, they have ignored me for a long time." Feng Xiulan's voice was as calm as the calm moonlight at night.
Tan Zhao opened his mouth, feeling that nothing he could say was appropriate. He had never been very good at comforting people.
But the next day, when they were discharged from the hospital, a secretary-like person came over. He looked like an elite. After paying the money and asking about Feng Xiulan's situation, he thanked Tan Zhao and worked carefully. After confirming that Feng Xiulan could solve it by himself, he
You have to leave with your briefcase.
"Please wait a moment, this child is so seriously injured, where are his parents?" Tan Zhao chased him out and called out to the secretary at the top of the stairs.
The secretary pushed up his glasses and showed an apologetic expression: "Mr. Feng has a business worth tens of millions to discuss. He is out of town and it is not convenient to come here."
"Ten million dollars, is it as important as my son's safety?" Tan Zhao suddenly said.