Just when Ling Xin had wanted to squat down countless times, or beat her numb legs, the bell finally rang after class. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this is the most anticipated bell for the end of class in her life.

It's just that after announcing the end of class, Teacher Lin, who put away the teaching materials on the podium and was about to walk out of the classroom, didn't forget to call Ling Xin before leaving. "Ling Xin, you come to the office with me."

For the first time, Ling Xin followed behind Teacher Lin with trepidation.

Can you not be worried, now her legs are still numb and tired, although Mr. Lin has taken "special care" for her, at least there is no direct "Rulai Shenzhang" call, but this is already "special care" She is still a little unbearable, she is not the first time to go to the office, but this is the first time that Mr. Lin wants to be ruthless to get her.

The desk of the homeroom teacher, Mr. Ou, is opposite Mr. Lin, so every time Mr. Lin calls a student to the office, Mr. Ou can always "arrive as soon as possible".

When Teacher Lin returned to his position, Teacher Ou at the opposite table really looked up, but when he saw that it was Ling Xin, he didn't mean to come over, just laughed: "Xiaoxin has made the teacher angry again." ”

didn't dare to answer the call and chat with the homeroom teacher as usual, Ling Xin was busy standing in front of Teacher Lin's desk with a look of deep reflection.

"Hand out." Teacher Lin sat in the swivel chair and said in a calm tone. It's just that Ling Xin was still scared into a cold sweat when she saw the big ruler in the teacher's hand.

"Teacher, I know it's wrong...... Ling Xin hurriedly begged for mercy, not only did she not follow Teacher Lin's instructions to put her palms up and put them on the table, but she also hid her hands behind her.

"Hand out!" Teacher Lin's volume was raised twice, and it seemed that he was determined to teach this little girl a memorable lesson.

In the end, Ling Xin could only put her hand on the table with a slight tremble, and when she saw Teacher Lin's ruler raised high, she could even hear the sound of her own beating heartbeat.

"Bump!" The ruler slammed against the table, and the collision of the wooden ruler with the wooden desk made a loud sound.

The moment Teacher Lin's ruler fell, Ling Xin still retracted her hand out of instinct......

Teacher Lin raised his eyebrows, "If you dare to dodge, it won't be a ruler." ”

"Teacher, I know ...... wrong" Ling Xin tried to beg for mercy again.

"Hurry up! Hand! Seeing Mr. Lin's unreasonable look,

Ling Xin could only stretch out her white and tender right hand and put it on the table with a slight tremor again, knowing that Ling Xin, who knew that she couldn't hide this time, simply turned her head, not looking at her little white paw that was about to suffer, and turned her head and didn't forget to cast a look for help to the head teacher who looked like she was watching a good show.

"Xiaoxin, is this going to be an injection?" The head teacher, Teacher Ou, not only did not come over to save Ling Xin, but also laughed with a smile.

Just as Ling Xin was about to complain in her heart about the homeroom teacher's behavior of not saving her life and watching jokes, a loud noise interrupted her train of thought.

"Bump!" In fact, when she first came down, Ling Xin really didn't feel pain, but she couldn't feel the outstretched right hand a little.

It felt like it was a few seconds before Ling Xin felt the sensation in her hand come back, but she would rather the sensation hadn't returned, because it was so painful!

As a person with two different memories, Ling Xin's seniors have of course also been beaten by the teacher, this kind of ruler is just a scary sound, at most, when he first hit, he felt hot in his hands, and he couldn't even find any traces after a night.

Ling Xin was about to doubt the authenticity of her other memory, because ......

Does this hurt? Ling Xin felt that her whole hand was hot, stinging and stinging, and she was busy pinching the injured right hand with her left hand, watching her right hand quickly turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by the change of color, and at the same time, severe pain also came from her hand, Ling Xin burst into tears at that time, and she couldn't stop it.

But it's not that Ling Xin wants to cry, tears come out is just an instinctive reaction, when the pain reaches a certain level, in fact, tears will come out automatically.

Lin Xiaolan still kept a straight face, resisting the urge to comfort the little guy in front of her.

The little girl was holding her red right hand with her left hand, tears were flowing down, but she didn't cry, she just bit her lower lip and sniffed her nose occasionally, looking like she was going to cry or not to cry and tried to endure it.

But they have already shot, they have to be in place at one time, since they have to be effective, if they speak comforting at this time, then the purpose of teaching her a lesson will not be achieved? So Lin Xiaolan still looked at the aggrieved little girl in front of her with a serious expression.

"Oh oh, don't cry, don't cry, cry like a little cat, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, it's not beautiful if you cry again......" In the end, the head teacher Ou, who was still watching the show, couldn't sit still, walked over in two steps and bent down to hold the girl in his arms, touching his head and patting his back to comfort.

My mom never hit me like that!

If Ling Xin hadn't been biting her lower lip, this sentence in her heart would have already been roared out. Ling Xin has grown so big in her life, she really didn't even have her mother willing to be so heavy-handed, at most she just slapped her ass a few times, and it was the kind of snort, which actually didn't hurt too much, not to mention that she used props.

Ling Xin buried her head deep in the arms of the homeroom teacher, biting her lower lip and saying something, but because she was too close, and she kept biting her lower lip, she just made a string of "whine" sounds like choking.

"Xiaoxin knows it's wrong, teacher, you can forgive her, right?" The head teacher, Mr. Ou, turned his head to look at Lin Xiaolan, who had been keeping a straight face.

"Xiaoxin quickly said that she knew that she was wrong, and she would not do it again in the future." Teacher Ou, the head teacher, pulled Ling Xin out of her arms and turned her to Lin Xiaolan.

"I know it's wrong, and I won't do it again." Ling Xin could only admit her mistake.

There's no way, this Teacher Lin is unreasonable, he will do it if he doesn't agree with him, and this is the first teacher who can ignore his various auras, Ling Xin is really out of step with this responsible Teacher Lin. You can't tell the teacher, "I'm all about books, I'm not interested in getting better grades," right? Isn't this looking for a fight? As a student, learning is the duty, grades are fundamental, and if you are not interested in better grades, isn't that a lack of education?

However, after Ling Xin was beaten, she didn't hate this Teacher Lin, after all, the other party was for his own good, and many elders who had a bad attitude towards you and treated you harshly were often elders who were really good for you. For such an elder, Ling Xin really couldn't hate it. After being beaten, I can only take a long breath in my heart, and that's it, let's keep a low profile in math class in the future.

In the end, this matter came to an end with the adjustment of the homeroom teacher, but Ling Xin did not return to the classroom until the last class, and she did not go to Teacher Lin's math class in the middle.

That's because although Ling Xin said that she didn't cry, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was covered with tears.

In the end, Teacher Lin saw that the little girl who was still pinching her right hand was leaning on the arms of the head teacher, Mr. Ou, and let Mr. Ou wipe her face with a wet tissue. I still can't help but let the girl take a break in the office for a class, and she doesn't have to go back to this class.

It wasn't until the last class teacher, Teacher Ou's class, that Ling Xin let Teacher Ou take the hand and return to the classroom.

"The teacher hit you?" Tranquility asked worriedly, looking at her friend's red and swollen eyes.

"yes, it hurts." Ling Xin's mouth was deflated, and she stretched out her red and swollen right hand, which felt a little bigger, begging for comfort.