Yan Xiujuan saw that Tan Zihui was crying too badly, so she could only turn to ask what was going on.

Fancy and objective, without a hint of personal feelings, he said things from the 'morning math papers'.

The more Tan's father listened, the more unsightly his face became, and asked Tan Zihui if this was the case.

Tan Zihui sobbed and said:

"No matter what, she can't hit anyone, and it won't be good if you look at the scroll, she's hiding it, who knows-"

Dad Tan saw that she was still stubborn, and wanted to hit her again, but Dad Zhou stopped her and said:

"Mr. Tan, this is the school, if you want to teach the child, go home and teach the lesson."

Then he turned to the head teacher Yan Xiujuan and said:

"Teacher Yan, I was relieved of the atmosphere of No. 3 Middle School to hand over my daughter to you, but today I am really disappointed."

The girl was obviously trying to embarrass Lingling.

How old a child is, there are so many hearts.

His Lingling is still so simple, where have you seen it, you must have been wronged and angry before beating people.

Fortunately, Lingling called him, otherwise he wouldn't have been bullied to death.

Yan Xiujuan chuckled in her heart: "Director Zhou..."

Zhou Rongxiu said:

"I hope that Teacher Yan will handle this matter well, and this kind of thing will not happen in the future, maintain the atmosphere of the three middle schools, and don't make it difficult for Principal Zhen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Principal Zhen hurried over, and when he saw Father Zhou, he hurriedly apologized and shook hands.

Tan Zihui's face turned white.

She really didn't expect things to be so big, and Principal Zhen, who has never shown up much, came forward.

Her dad immediately nodded his head.

This is the first time she has realized the gap between herself and Zhou Lingling, which she can't change no matter how hard she tries.

Why are some people born with good dads?

Why didn't she?

Her father always beats her, her grades drop, her backlash, and any little mistake.

Tan Zihui looked in the direction of Zhou Lingling again.

I saw that Director Zhou was holding her shoulders and talking to Mr. Principal.

He was tall, his tone and demeanor were calm, and he looked like a big leader.

Mr. Principal can only say yes, yes.

The matter was settled that afternoon.

Tan Zihui was transferred to Class 5.

There are a total of five classes in the entire junior high school, one class is commonly known as the rocket class, and the students in it are all top students in the top 20.

The other four classes went down in turn.

Class 5 has the worst grades and the weakest teachers.

and also gave Tan Zihui a three-day suspension from class.

However, none of this is worth mentioning compared to persuasion.

Fancy didn't want to force her to death.

But being transferred to Class 5 was enough to embarrass her face a hundred times.

I can't tell how many people laughed at her behind her back.

Let her also taste the taste of being used as an after-dinner conversation in private.

Fancy just wants to make an example of her.

There must be a lot of people in this school who are not used to her, so she will take a preventive shot and lay a quiet and harmonious world for her future study and life.

After settling this matter, Dad Zhou had to go back.

He threw a lap of subordinates who had a meeting and came to support the fancy guys.

Originally, he wanted to take his daughter home to rest, but anyway, the afternoon of classes had passed.

Fancy shook his head and pushed him to hurry to work.

Math class hadn't been missed yet, and she had to listen well.

When Fancy returned to the classroom, it happened to be recess, and Tan Zihui in the front row was wiping her tears and packing her schoolbag to go home.

There was a circle of little sisters around her, and when she saw the fancy coming in, she dared not speak angrily.

Now the whole class knows that Zhou Lingling can't be offended, and the principal has to bow her father's head.

Sitting in her seat, her table mate carefully pushed her math paper in front of her, and then quickly lowered his head and did not dare to meet her.

After this math class ended, Fancy went to ask the math teacher if there was the correct answer to the papers in the past two days, and she wanted to be right.

The math teacher was an elderly middle-aged woman with thin curly hair, very fluffy, and looked like a charter wife.

Xia Yingfan first looked at the fancy for a few seconds in surprise and asked:

"You're done?"

Nodding fancy, he handed the scroll over.

Xia Yingfan glanced at it quickly, was even more surprised, and said:

"You come to my office."

Fancy followed her to the office and watched as she quickly came up with the correct answer and finished the paper.

134 points.

Fancy frowned, lower than she expected.

Just as he was about to pick it up to see what was going on, he heard Xia Yingfan ask:

"You did it yourself?"

Fancy knows what she means, and yes for sure.

This is also the reason why she didn't want to take out the paper in front of so many classmates.

It is sure to attract a lot of skepticism.

Then she shouldn't think about going to class today.

It's annoying.

Xia Yingfan said with a complicated face:

"This is last year's high school entrance examination paper, and there are some contents that we haven't learned yet."

Fancy: "??? ”

So what do you mean by sending the roll down?

As a result, she studied math for three years in junior high school all night last night.

She still thought that Zhou Lingling really didn't know anything.

Xia Yingfan said:

"I just want to hit your self-confidence, the last monthly exam paper was easy."

Fancy: "......"

Can anyone tell her if the teachers like this?

She doesn't read much, don't lie to her.

Xia Yingfan pulled her and didn't let her go, took out a few more sets of rolls from the drawer, and said:

"You can do these sets, if you can get 120 points, I will invite you to eat spicy strips."

Fancy knew that she didn't really want to invite her to eat spicy noodles, but she didn't believe her, so she put it in a nice way.

This teacher is also quite interesting.

So Fancy did half an afternoon of math problems in the office.

Until the afternoon after school, she only finished one and a half sets, and Xia Yingfan asked her to do it again tomorrow during recess or sub-class time.

It was not Father Zhou who came to pick up the fancy home today, but his secretary.

Zhou Lingling called him Uncle Xiao Chen.

Fancy shouted.

Xiao Chen looks no more than thirty years old, with black-rimmed glasses, and he can't be serious.

Fancy asked him to park his car at a nearby supermarket and said she was going to buy something.

She'd have to buy some food for the red.

I've been keeping it up for the past two days, and I just let it out this morning to play on its own, and now it's time to go home.

There is a special food to eat in the book city world, and you can feed it once every two or three days.

The world is not very good, and if you eat meat, you must feed it every day, otherwise it will wilt.

Fancy walked around the fresh food area and bought three catties of raw chicken for 38 yuan.

She didn't dare to buy more, first, there was no place to put it, and second, there was no money.

Father Zhou gave her pocket money on a monthly basis, and the way of giving it was a little different, very particular.

300 yuan is the first month, the second month depends on how much she spends 300, and the remaining amount x2 is her pocket money for the next month.

Half a year and at the end of the year, another 20% of the accumulated monthly balance will be paid.

Father Zhou is cultivating her concept of learning to manage money and save money.

This has had a great impact on the fancy temperament that has been cultivated since childhood.

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