Towards evening, Zhang Xiaobei rubbed his sore shoulders and walked out of the room, came to the living room and turned on the TV nest to the sofa.

"Daddy hasn't come back yet." Zhang Xiaobei muttered quietly, holding the TV remote control in his hand and constantly changing the channel, a little absent-minded.

"Why hasn't Dad come back yet?"

…… Finally, after Zhang Xiaobei complained for the Nth time, the sound of the key turning suddenly came from the direction of the gate.

Hearing the sound of the key opening the door, Zhang Xiaobei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately threw away the TV remote control in his hand and jumped down from the sofa and ran towards the door.

At this time, the door opened, and Zhang's father walked into the house with a paper bag in his hand.

"Dad, you're finally back!" Zhang Xiaobei excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang's father's arm.

Dad Zhang stretched out a hand and touched the hair on Zhang Xiaobei's head, smiled knowingly, and nodded: "Well, look at what gift Dad bought you, open it and see if you like it?" ”

After Dad Zhang finished speaking, he lifted the paper bag he was carrying in his other hand and shook it in front of Zhang Xiaobei.

"What is this?" Zhang Xiaobei looked up suspiciously, looked at Father Zhang, and then looked at the paper bag that Father Zhang was carrying in front of her eyes.

Under the gesture of Zhang's father's eyes, Zhang Xiaobei reached out to take the paper bag, walked to the sofa and sat down, and carefully opened it and took out the box in the bag.

After taking out the box, Zhang Xiaobei could already roughly guess what would be inside the box.

But when he opened the box and saw the silver-white mobile phone in the box, Zhang Xiaobei couldn't help but scream and jump.

……

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The weekend passed quickly.

On Monday, it's time to go to school again.

Zhang's father got up early in the morning to make breakfast, and after having breakfast with Zhang Xiaobei, he drove Zhang Xiaobei to the direction of the school.

In the car, Zhang's father saw that Zhang Xiaobei was obviously a little depressed and seemed reluctant to go to school.

"Xiaobei, do you have any ......" Zhang's father just wanted to ask Zhang Xiaobei if he had anything on his mind, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he changed his words: "If you are really unhappy in school, tell my father, and my father will transfer you to another school." ”

Zhang's father's words made Zhang Xiaobei come back to his senses, and Zhang Xiaobei, who didn't want Zhang's father to worry, waved his hand and shook his head again and again, and said against his will: "No, no, I'm very happy at school, really, my classmates are very good to me, very good, very good......"

Zhang's father heard that Zhang Xiaobei was unwilling to tell the truth, so he didn't continue to ask, but sent Zhang Xiaobei to the school gate, watched Zhang Xiaobei get out of the car and enter the school gate, and took out his mobile phone to call Zhang Xiaobei's homeroom teacher.

The phone was connected, and Zhang's father first explained to the head teacher that he was Zhang Xiaobei's parent, and then greeted the head teacher a few words, and then cut straight to the topic: "Teacher, is my Xiaobei isolated by her classmates at school?" I don't think she's going to school. ”

The reply I received from the head teacher, of course, was no: "No." ”

The head teacher's words were like a reassuring pill, which made Father Zhang completely relieved.

After chatting with the head teacher for a few more words, Zhang's father hung up the phone and drove away.

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Zhang Xiaobei stepped into the school gate with a backpack on her back, and all kinds of strange eyes fell on her.

The clothes Zhang Xiaobei wore today were the new clothes she bought on Saturday.

Coincidentally, Zhang Xiaobei and the school flower Ling Qingmeng collided.