With a complicated mood, Qian Hong immediately rushed over, pulled Wang Rui up from the rain, and handed his umbrella to her: "Can you go, go home and change your clothes, I will help you talk to the teacher at the school." ”

"Woo woo woo ......" But Wang Rui only cried, and did not react to Qian Hong's words at all.

To be honest, Qian Hong doesn't know what to do now, do you want to accompany her home? But if you do this, the gentleman is a gentleman enough, but how should the school explain it? Recently, she just offended the homeroom teacher, the Chinese teacher, if she cleans herself up because of this matter, wouldn't it be very wrong?

Just when Qian Hong was in a dilemma, Wang Rui finally stopped sobbing, she looked up at Qian Hong slightly and said, "No need to go home, let's just take an umbrella and go to school! ”

"But you're going to catch a cold like this, and then it's not a matter of ten or twenty minutes late, and you won't be able to come to school for a few days. ”

"But my umbrella flew away. ”

"Use mine, and give me your bag. ”

"Oh!"

As soon as Wang Rui handed over his schoolbag to Qian Hong, Qian Hong put the schoolbag on his head, and then threw off his stride and rushed towards the school not far away.

Wind and rain, Qian Hong was already running desperately, but when he finally rushed into the gate of the school, the whole person still became like a chicken in the soup, standing there the rain dripped down the trouser legs to the ground, and the little hairy people who passed by him couldn't help but look at him and whispered about his embarrassment.

The psychological age of 40 years old is still afraid of being watched!

I saw Qian Hong snort the water droplets on his face, and then ran towards Wang Rui's classroom, and after entering the door, he didn't mind the gaze of the junior Xiaomaotou, and grabbed a boy and asked, "Where is Wang Rui sitting?"

"In、In the middle of the second row, where to put the floret cushion。 The strange boy gestured with his hand.

"Thank you" Qian Hong immediately walked over, put the schoolbag on the desk, and then looked at the little hairy people who were watching him in surprise and asked, "Who is the squad leader?"

"It's me" A little girl who looked clean and had a bow tied on her head raised her hand, looking a little afraid of Qian Hong's soup chicken.

"Wang Rui got her clothes wet when she went to school, and now she has gone home to change, so she has to be a little late, remember to help her talk to the teacher later. After a word of advice, Qian Hong hurriedly ran out of the classroom, and when he returned to the second class of the fourth year, it happened that the bell rang for class, and the Chinese teacher followed him into the classroom.

"Stand up, old, teacher, good!" The whole class was greeting the teacher, but the teacher's eyes were only on Qian Hong's body, and Qian Hong was slipping to his seat at this time, but he was stopped by a loud shout: "Qian Hong, don't you know that you are late??"

"I was wrong teacher, I'll definitely pay attention next time. Qian Hong, who slowly turned around, instantly admitted his mistake, hoping to fool the past.

"Don't talk nonsense, go to the back and punish the station. It's a pity that the teacher doesn't rub the sand in his eyes, and he accidentally ignores the fact that Qian Hongzheng is wearing wet clothes.

With a helpless smile, Qian Hong walked towards the back of the classroom, put his schoolbag up when he passed by his seat, felt Ren Hongwei's sympathy and the ridicule of his classmates, and stood at the back of the classroom with his free hands.

It stands to reason that this matter should be over, but when the teacher opened the textbook and was about to continue to explain the seven-character ancient poem "Title Xilinbi", Qian Hong made a rather rebellious move; this guy actually took off his coat, and then took off the inner thread coat, so he wore a small vest, twisted his thread shirt hard, and then rubbed it on his wet head.

At this moment, the Chinese teacher's palms trembled, and two seconds later, he slammed the textbook on the podium, pointed at Qian Hong's nose angrily and shouted: "Qian Hong, what are you doing?"

"Teacher, I'm wiping my head!" Buddha also has fire, and Qian Hong, who is more than 40 years old psychologically, does not have the habit of being obedient like ordinary Xiaomaotou, so his answer almost made the teacher burst his blood vessels directly.

"This is a sacred class, not a place for you to wipe your head, you get out of here! ”

"Got it, teacher. ”

"Wait a minute, what's that attitude? You go and call your mom to school right now, and let her see what you look like, with your belly button on your back, and it's against you. ”

"Teacher, it's raining heavily outside, and my umbrella has been given to other students, and my clothes are all soaked, are you deliberately making me catch a cold?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you understand what corporal punishment means?

"Corporal punishment is the substitution of brutal beatings and insults for education, and it is mainly an illegal act that occurs in schools and at home by adults against children. ”

"You...... , This class is self-studying, Qian Hong, you come to the instructor's room with me, I don't believe I can't cure you today!"

Sure enough, the Chinese teacher completely went berserk, simply didn't even go to class, rushed over and grabbed Qian Hong's vest, and then took him out of the classroom half-dragging and half-pulling.

Qian Hong thought that he was more restrained, but if he was in trouble, he didn't plan to avoid it, so he was brought into the teacher's room, still carrying his own shirt in his hand, and then looked at a few teachers who didn't go to class, and looked at himself and the Chinese teacher who was thunderous curiously.

"Hello teachers!" Qian Hong greeted with a smile, but the next second there was a loud shout from the Chinese teacher in his ears: "You give me honesty, this is not your home, and you are not allowed to talk casually without my permission." ”

"Good teacher" Qian Hong replied obediently, now that there are witnesses, then he can't leave anything to the truth.

"What's going on?" asked the nature teacher, who usually had a good impression of Qian Hong, casually.

"Being late, talking back, disrupting classroom discipline, I must have a good talk to Qian Hong's mother today. After the angry Chinese teacher finished speaking, he quickly ran to a desk next to him and connected with the only phone in the teacher's room.

In this heavy rain, if the Chinese teacher just cleaned up herself, then Qian Hong could still save her some face, but she didn't want to toss her mother over, which made things start to develop in a completely different direction......