VIII Who soiled his clothes

The bottle quickly deformed, and the liquid inside was drunk in just one minute.

Han Anle chased after him, and he didn't even have time to say a word.

She couldn't help but grit her teeth, but she couldn't say anything.

Because of a little food, if the relationship with your classmates is completely stiff, it's really not worth it.

Originally, it was given free of charge by the state, so if you don't eat it, you don't have to worry about these things.

"Stinky fat man, if you bully other classmates like this all day long, sooner or later you will be retributed, maybe one day you will be bullied by others, and then you will know what it is like to be bullied!"

She just felt that if she gave up like this, she would be very faceless, and she would say a word to support the scene.

Thinking of such an unintentional sentence is to cause trouble for yourself.

Han Anle returned to his seat, and saw that the boy also returned to his seat with him.

What do you mean by that? Repeat to me! Didn't I just drink your carton of milk? Just like I killed your father and your mother, and said such vicious things......"

"I ...... I didn't say anything, it's a fact that you bullied me and other classmates. ”

The classmates who are usually bullied by fat boys cast complicated glances one after another, but no one dared to help speak.

"I don't think you want to study hard in school, what kind of milk to drink, a girl like you doesn't deserve to drink milk!"

Let the boy throw the remaining half of the unfinished yogurt on the ground and stomp on it hard.

The direction of the mouth of the yogurt bottle is just towards Han Anle.

One foot stepped on it and made the yogurt spray the whole pants.

Han Anle was wearing black jeans, and the white milk stained on them was particularly conspicuous.

She reached out and patted it quickly, causing the marks to disappear.

The boy still didn't give up, stepped forward and pushed hard, and directly planted the whole person on the ground.

Bang!

"Ah......h

"All the classmates, you listen to me, this girl is a slut! I don't know what kind of virtue I have, so don't play with this girl in the future, otherwise it's a cheap thing like this girl......"

The classmates didn't expect the fat boy to snatch someone else's milk and do such an excessive thing, and they all quieted down one by one.

The boy huffed back to his place and slapped the table hard.

Syllable!

Soon the class bell rang, and the students began to whisper.

"What happened just now, why did you make the fat man so angry?"

"It seems to be a bottle of yogurt, could it be that Han Anle stole the fat man's yogurt...... Although the fat man is usually quite unreasonable, she is so poor that she is usually reluctant to buy milk, and when she drinks Ren, she is moved by other people's milk......"

Han Anle received the strange gaze projected by 4 weeks, and lowered his head deeply.

She was thinking about what to say to prove her innocence to everyone, and the teacher had already walked into the classroom.

The homeroom teacher shouted to stand up, and all the students stood up and greeted the teacher.

"Stand up!"

"Hello teacher!"

……

The last class of the afternoon is a Chinese teacher's class.

The Chinese teacher's name is Liu Wen, and as his name suggests, he looks quiet on the surface.

He is not tall and has big eyes with bangs, and if you don't look carefully, I think I'm also a junior high school student.

But when Mr. Liu Wen loses his temper, it's not that simple.

Usually when Liu Wen is in a good mood, he looks like a cute little girl with a smile on his face, but he is similar to a tigress when he starts a fire.

Teacher Liu Wen has two extreme personalities that are absolutely opposite, which makes the students very vigilant.

"Students, turn the book to page 23 and get the location of the last lecture......"

Teacher Liu Wen asked a male student to get up and answer the question.

The male classmate happened to be distracted just now, and he didn't know what question Mr. Liu Wei asked, so he was naturally confused when he was called.

A male classmate next to him whispered no, because he didn't dare to say too loudly, and the boy never understood.

Teacher Liu Wen saw the trickiness at a glance, and asked the two male classmates to stand up together and listen to the lecture for one class.

"If anyone doesn't take the class seriously, just get out of here and listen to the class at the door!"

The classmates who were distracted just now and were not named by the teacher couldn't help but bow their heads a little luckily.

Han Anle has always been more serious in class, but the teacher's lectures are too boring, and he can't help but feel sleepy.

Hearing Teacher Liu Wen's tantrum, he immediately cheered up and hurriedly stared at the words on the page.

Teacher Liu Wen returned to the podium and continued to lecture, picking up chalk from time to time and writing some words on the blackboard.

Taking advantage of the fact that Teacher Liu Wen didn't care, the two boys who were punished for standing muttered quietly, their eyes were a little strange, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

When Teacher Liu Wen passed by the two boys again, one of the boys bent down and didn't know what small movements he had made.

When Teacher Liu Wen passed by the first row, the female squad leader stood up suddenly.

"Teacher Liu, you have ink on your back!"

Teacher Liu didn't pay attention, touched it with his hand, went to the lectern again, took out a small mirror, looked at it carefully for a while, and found that his clothes were stained with a large piece of black ink.

She immediately slapped the table angrily and stared viciously at the boys and girls below the stage.

"Who did it? Stand up for me immediately, if I don't admit it, I'll be dead! ”

The students immediately quieted down, and no one dared to say anything out loud when Teacher Liu was furious.

Don't look at Mr. Liu's small size, but starting a fire to give you a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots is not comfortable at all.

Stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots is to use bamboo strips to pump the palm of the hand, if it is beaten severely, the hand can quickly swell, maybe it will not get better for a few days.

Han Anle secretly looked at the two male classmates who were standing, just now the two of them were sneaking, and soon there were traces of ink on Teacher Liu Wen's clothes, and these two boys were probably the culprits.

If she took the initiative to tell Mi, the two boys would definitely try their best to settle the account after class.

Teacher Liu Wen had no choice but to take bamboo strips and ask his classmates one by one.

"Did you do it? Is it that your teacher admits that there will be no serious consequences, and if you refuse to say it all the time, the whole class will wait to be punished! ”

The classmates shook their heads vigorously one by one, for fear of being wronged.

On the contrary, it was two male classmates who had done bad things, looking very indifferent, just watching quietly, a little nervous.

It's as if they didn't do what they just did.

Liu Wen sat on the chair in front of the podium and looked at it coldly, and every student below looked like a detective.

Apparently this is not a good detective, and I didn't see any problems after looking at it for a while.

"If I continue to ask, I can't get a result, but it will delay everyone's time, I will give this person a morning, if I take the initiative to admit my mistake before lunch, I will not investigate the past. In the afternoon, if not a single student in the class comes to me and admits his mistake, then I will punish all of you for copying each of the texts you have studied 10 times as punishment! ”

"Ah......h