City No. 1 Middle School has continued to expand enrollment in recent years, and there are many courses for teachers with qualifications and levels, and there are a little few experienced class teachers, so City No. 1 Middle School simply ranks the junior teachers to the first and second years of high school, and the senior teachers have been placed in the third year of high school to ensure the results of the college entrance examination. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no Chinese class in the afternoon, Feng's mother prepares for classes in the grade group, and from time to time she also takes time to go to the class to take a look, and the students who have just entered the third year of high school are often unconscious, and until the next semester, everyone who is forced by the pressure of the college entrance examination is bent over and can't stand up, so as not to worry about the consciousness of students.

As soon as he returned to the grade group, his son's homeroom teacher Liu Qingyun hurriedly ran over and shook out everything from beginning to end.

Hurriedly rushed to the academic affairs office, and before entering the office, a black thing flew in front of him and smashed on the wall beside him, Feng Mu looked at the familiar lighter corpse on the ground, turned her head and stared at the office with a gloomy face, her son with his legs crossed on the desk, and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Righteousness and bravery?" Feng Mu has always been a person who can't tolerate sand in her eyes, and when she came up, she slapped her, "Still smoking? Okay, don't learn to smoke!"

Feng Yiming covered his face and shrank on the sofa, letting his mother be angry, his mother couldn't see that there was a cigarette lighter at home, and she often quarreled with her father about this.

Shrunk on the sofa, listening to his mother scolding for half an hour, Feng Yiming didn't dare to refute a word, and listened to his mother's voice lowered, so he made a cup of tea and coaxed with his face: "Mom, take a sip of tea, don't break your throat, you are still in the third year of high school this year." ”

Mother Feng looked at the people coming and going at the door, it was already out of school at this time, pointed to her son and said, "You go home for me, I'll settle accounts for you when I go back, and go back and call your dad and ask him to come back early in the evening." ”

Feng Yiming begged for mercy with a bitter face: "No, Mom, I'm still in charge of this matter!" The meaning of Feng's mother's words is obvious, she can't be ruthless, but Feng Wei'an is different, Feng Yiming's beatings from childhood to adulthood were basically beaten by Feng's mother at the behest of Feng Wei'an.

Seeing his mother out of the office, Wu Haishan was still standing at the door and smiling at her, Feng Yiming knew that this guy was Xie Feng's mother for him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, it is estimated that this is the first time Wu Haishan has shown a smile to Feng's mother.

"Director Wu, I have consulted with Lieutenant Colonel Jiang about this matter, how to deal with it later, and Gu Pingxin's side...... You know. Feng Yiming casually threw a few words to Wu Haishan, hurriedly ran out, rushed to the edge of the parking lot, and saw Zhang Jingjing standing on the side of the road with a bicycle from a distance.

"Don't worry, it's okay, it's really okay. Feng Yiming said with a panting smile.

Zhang Jingjing nodded, hesitated for a while before speaking, "After eating at noon, I was lying on the table in the classroom and squinting for a while, and then I went to the bathroom to wipe my eyes, and when I came out, I was about to bring glasses when I ran into it. ”

Feng Yiming sighed and said seriously: "Really, whenever you are in school in the future, don't take off these glasses, or I will go to the thrift market to look for it and see if there is anything more ugly?"

Zhang Jingjing burst out laughing, "Seriously, how should the school deal with it?"

"I don't know yet, I won't be expelled anyway, how about love, and don't come out, the focus of this time is on Yao Yan, don't stick to your body, you know?"

"Well, besides, I went to the Registrar's Office just now. ”

Feng Yiming looked at the girl with a calm face but a smile in her eyes, hung her head and said, "Then you heard it...... Alas, I don't care about how the school deals with me, and how the family handles me this time is the biggest problem. ”

"Admit your mistake, just say that you are anxious for justice and righteousness, and you are brave in the face of righteousness......"

Feng Yiming snorted and interrupted Zhang Jingjing as he spoke, "Pull it down, I don't believe it myself, and I still expect my parents to believe it." "When I was a child, being beaten every weekend has always been a reserved program for all the teachers in the whole building, Feng Yiming had a cold war, and when he went to junior high school, this show has been off the air, and there will be no sequel tonight, right?

Zhang Jingjing couldn't help but laugh and got on the bicycle, turned around and said, "Anyway, don't ...... it"

Feng Yiming nodded, and said in a long tone: "Anyway, if I don't confess you, don't worry." ”

Watching Zhang Jingjing go out of the school gate, Feng Yiming turned his head to look around, and saw Gu Pingxin, who had four band-aids on his whole face, holding a lunch box and preparing to go to the cafeteria.

Feng Yiming couldn't help but say that he snatched the car key from Gu Ping's novice and rode to the back door of the school, at this time the evening market was not over yet, Feng Yiming hurriedly picked a few dishes and went back, his father is a well-known glutton, there is a little delicious food on the table, and his attention is not very concentrated, whether he can avoid the sequel to the tragic beating of the year tonight depends on the cooking skills he practiced in his previous life.

Since Zhang Changhe went to Cijianghe in the summer vacation, the situation in the city has suddenly opened up, although now whether it is the municipal government or the municipal party committee, there are still small hills, but with the passage of time, Zhang Changhe in a month or two, the key positions of the city have made a very targeted adjustment, it can be said that the overall situation has been stabilized, Feng Wei'an now no longer has to rush to dinner every night, and then go to Zhang Changhe's house for a meeting.

Feng Wei'an slowly put down the phone, his son said on the phone that he should go home early in the evening, Feng Wei'an listened to his son's voice a little trembling, thinking that this bastard boy had caused something bad again, in the past half a year, Feng Yiming just fought twice on the street, and also made a scene of being chased and killed with a knife, and if he wanted to make something happen again, Feng Wei'an felt that he should buy some quick-acting heart pills and put them by his side.

"Ring, ring, ring, ......ring" Feng Wei'an was still thinking about whether to make a call to Ding Xiangzhong to find out the situation, the phone rang again, grabbed the microphone, and only then did he feel relieved when he heard that it was Ye Huai'an's call. Ye Huai'an has been the secretary of the central district of the city for almost two months, this guy has a good brain and deep qualifications, unlike Feng Wei'an, after Ye Huai'an jumped out of the city's No. 1 Middle School, he has a rich resume, he has a backer, a scheming and a skill, and the district head Ning Daokun, who is his partner, was crushed to death by him.

"Huai'an, why did you call at this time, and you will get off work immediately. ”

"Lao Feng, I have something to tell you, but you have to promise that you can't get angry. ”

Feng Wei'an smiled: "What else do you old boy sell, just say it, don't be angry." ”

Ye Huai'an thought about the news from the old subordinates of the No. 1 Middle School in the city just now, swallowed his saliva, laughed dryly, and said: "You said that students, the most important thing in school is to study, right? As long as the academic performance is good, everything else is a trivial matter, right? The No. 1 Middle School in the city has always been based on the results of the college entrance examination......

Before he finished speaking, he heard Feng Wei'an's angry words coming from the microphone: "That little bastard gave him Lao Tzu again, what kind of trouble did I cause!"