Chapter Eighty-Seven: It is better to return things to their original owners

I didn't react at first, but when I got out of the classroom door, I came back to my senses and struggled.

"Zheng Xinguang, let go!"

I shouted in a hurry, but I didn't dare to shout too loudly, for fear of attracting more attention.

But Zheng Xinguang didn't speak, just stubbornly dragged me and walked straight forward.

Reluctantly, I was carried forward by him, and my hand slapped his arm hard, trying to make him sober up.

Zheng Xinguang didn't give me any reaction.

When we reached a secluded place on the same floor, Zheng Xinguang stopped, but still held my hand.

He turned around, showed the necklace he had given me, and confronted me, "What do you mean by that?"

"Can't wait to draw a line with me? Don't you have the heart?"

I was a little dumbfounded when I saw him show the necklace, and when I heard Zheng Xinguang ask this, I subconsciously spoke: "This chain is not your ......"

Zheng Xinguang was angry and directly interrupted me: "Now that the matter is over, do you still want to make excuses for yourself?"

I suddenly thought that I mentioned the breakup a few days ago, so even if I explain it now, what use can it be?

Zheng Xinguang won't believe it, and I don't have the face to explain it to him.

I lowered my head and was silent for a long time, and after a while I looked up at him and whispered, "There should be no problem with the return of the things to their original owners, right?"

When Zheng Xinguang heard this, a fire rose in his eyes for a moment, and he laughed angrily: "Okay, it's really a good thing to return to its original owner." ”

As he said this, he raised his hand and threw the necklace in his hand directly into the lawn downstairs.

Then without saying another word, he turned and left.

The moment he raised his hand, I realized what he was trying to do, instinctively tried to stop it, but he was moving too fast, and I watched him make a high-altitude throwing motion.

Now he's gone so carelessly.

There was a feeling of soreness in my eyes for a moment, and I held back my tears and leaned on the railing to look down.

But downstairs was a patch of green grass, and there was no trace of the necklace at all.

My heart suddenly clenched, and I blinked the tears in my eyes and returned to the class.

Unexpectedly, the head teacher Zhang Xueqin was already waiting for me in the classroom.

Chen Yueru was showing off her power next to me, for fear that I wouldn't know that it was her complaint, and raised her eyebrows at me and smiled proudly.

Zhang Xueqin looked at me with a scrutiny in her eyes.

I was stared at by her, and I inexplicably had a feeling of being coveted by a poisonous snake, and my heart suddenly felt cold.

Zhang Xueqin sneered: "Li Juan, have you forgotten what was written in the previous review book?"

I was slightly stunned and subconsciously shook my head.

"Don't admit it yet, take a look at the back of the classroom!"

When I heard Zhang Xueqin's words, my face was hot for a while, and there was no other way to deal with it, so I really walked towards the back of the classroom as she wished.

When I came to the posted review, my heart jumped,

At this time, Zhang Xueqin also followed me to the review paper, looked at me with a cold face, and said, "This is the so-called attitude of your review?"

I saw that on the review book, there was a red chalk fork, and the same red chalk was used as last time.

Such a blatant provocation, who can it be if it is not Chen Yueru?

I pursed my lips and lost the idea of explaining to Zhang Xueqin.

Anyway, she has never believed what she sees, only hearsay, and my explanation is not worth mentioning in her eyes.

But the more silent I was, the more angry Zhang Xueqin became at this time.

Her chest bulged violently and descended, pointing at me and panting.

"Good, good. Zhang Xueqin picked up her mobile phone, "I'll notify your mother." ”

As soon as I heard Zhang Xueqin mention my mother, my calm and waveless expression fluctuated, and I hurriedly reached out and grabbed Zhang Xueqin's arm to stop her.

I pleaded, "Teacher, please don't inform the parents." ”

When I said this, I put my posture very low, and cautiously begged Zhang Xueqin.

Although I don't like Zhang Xueqin, and I don't feel much about being framed, I am very reluctant to let Zhang Xueqin bother my mother again.

If my mother learns that Zhang Xueqin is angry with me again, beating me and scolding me for being a small matter, I am afraid that she will get angry and get sick and have another attack.

When Zhang Xueqin saw my posture, I didn't know if it was my illusion, but I actually saw a trace of smugness on her face.

She took Joe and asked me, "How do you solve this matter?"

"Teacher, it's our class's turn to clean the women's toilet on the second floor this week......" Chen Yueru proposed at this time, "It's better to let her ......"

When Zhang Xueqin heard this, she groaned for a while and agreed: "Li Juan, you will be responsible for cleaning the women's toilet on the second floor this week." The teacher is not to punish you, but to make you reflect on your own problems in the course of labor. ”

I nodded and whispered, "Thank you, teacher." ”

But I couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea in my heart.

Obviously I was biased, believing in my heart that I was a great sin, but on the surface, I put on the appearance of being a teacher.

The punishment was done by her, and the kind words were also said by her, what else could I do?

When Zhang Xueqin left the dirty, I took the mop and prepared to go to the women's toilet, when Chen Yueru looked at me and smiled so much that her eyes were about to disappear.

She fanned her nose with her hand and deliberately put on a disgusted posture: "Oops, it stinks, a cleaner who specializes in cleaning toilets!"

When I saw her like this, I couldn't help but laugh angrily.

With a light snort, I didn't bother to pay attention to her and walked straight forward.

Chen Yueru saw my disdainful look, as if a cannon had been ignited, and shouted: "People like you are only worthy of cleaning the toilet!

I just walked forward and turned a deaf ear to Chen Yueru's words.

Regarding Chen Yueru's attitude just now, I don't know what to say.

Is this girl psychologically distorted to a certain extent?

I clean the toilet and think I'm dirty, so the last time she sat on the tricycle that collects garbage, it seems that the situation at home is not very good, so isn't she even disgusted with her own home?

Thinking of Chen Yueru's usual swagger, I shook my head, it seems that it is.

Chen Yueru's thoughts only passed through my mind for a moment, and then I was so smoky by the smell of the toilet that I lost any thoughts.

I spent a break cleaning the toilet, and by the time I got back to class, I had lost my temper.

After class, I sat down at my desk and wanted to take a break.

At this moment, a large roll of dirty paper was thrown at me.

I immediately looked angrily in the direction where I had drawn the paper.

Even though there is a trash can next to my desk, the trash is clearly coming at me.

Not unexpectedly, I saw Chen Yueru maintaining a throwing posture and raising her chin at me, with a very arrogant attitude.