Morning, Principal's Office.

"What's going on in your school, my family Qiqi said that someone beat her and the teacher was watching from the side!"

"You calm down first, here's the thing."

"Ah, I don't care what happens to you, it's not right to hit someone!

"Listen to me first."

"I listen to what you say, no wonder the students and teachers in your school are so bad. ”

"What do you mean by that? It's really wrong to hit someone, and we didn't say we should hit someone. If you don't understand this matter and have to be so vexatious, then I can't help it. Now the student's family and the teacher are going to sue your family Anqi!"

"Why did you sue us and beat someone for a reason?"

"If you continue again"

"What's wrong with me? Okay, tell me about it. ”

"Here's the thing.. xx.. xx... xx... If Angel doesn't come out to apologize publicly, people will really sue for defamation and rumors!"

"Ah, that's it, if you want me to say that I am really innocent, are you afraid of people saying it? You should investigate it clearly! I think the facts have been revealed. ”

"If we hadn't investigated it clearly, we wouldn't have come to talk to you, and now it's here, you weigh it yourself. I'll give you an answer tomorrow, or we won't be able to manage it. ”

This year's winter was late, and the snow fell on the terrace as soon as I arrived. So much so that the dirty and messy streets suddenly became indescribably beautiful. Xia Meng can really be in a daze this time, and a series of recent events have complicated the school. Of course, gossip is indispensable, and what is worse is that people have become autistic. Thinking that she had a kind of wealth disease called bipolar disorder back then, now that she thinks about it, onlookers will find it terrifying.

Xia Meng whispered, "It's not very cold when it snows." ”

"Well, I agree with you. ”

“......”

"Won't you turn around?"

"Stay away from me. ”

"I was here on the first day of school. ”

Xia Meng subconsciously turned around, she felt that the person in front of her was not the same as before. So gloomy, like the rain in July, cold and damp.

"Don't know me anymore?"

"I almost didn't know you. ”

"Little dream, look at the drawing board. ”

The drawing board is still the same terrace, but there is one more person next to the drawing board inside, a girl, Xia Meng.

"When did you draw it? I didn't see any change yesterday. ”

"Just now. ”

"What wind is blowing you here. I thought you would never come again. ”

"I thought I wasn't coming. ”

"Why are you angry?"

"Because most people, you didn't choose me. ”

"Then why did you come back?"

"Because you need me. ”

"So, friends, that's about it, thank you, now I know that not all friends are like Angel anymore, and it's time for you to go. ”

"Why do you want me to go?"

"I need you, but I don't need you to be laughed at, lashed out, and insulted in this school like I am. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'll accompany you. ”

(Xia Meng: This sentence has accompanied me through a lot of difficulties and a lot of good times.) ）