Chapter Seventy-Five: Xiao Hong
The summer downpours in the south come and go as fast as they come.
In the blink of an eye, the torrential rain was like a faucet suddenly being turned on and off, and it stopped suddenly.
The ditches that can be seen everywhere on the ground seem to herald the final curtain of this rainstorm.
"Xiao Hong, what are you going to do? Why don't you go and try it again? ”
Ma Yan had just walked back to the podium, but when he looked up, he suddenly found that Xiao Hong had left his seat and ran straight towards the door of the classroom.
"You stand with me!" But Ma Yan just watched from a distance, and didn't mean to stop it at all.
In his opinion, except for Zhang Fan, a freak, no student in this school has dared to disobey him, "If you dare to walk out of this classroom today, you will never come to my class in the future!" ”
However, today is destined to disappoint him.
Xiao Hong just ran to the door of the classroom, and when he heard this, his body only paused slightly, and his expression was a little hesitant, but he still ran straight out of the classroom.
"Xiao Hong, you !!"
The decibel of Ma Yan's voice suddenly increased by several levels, and his right hand slammed the whip in his hand towards the podium, and the whip bounced in the air a few times, and then rolled aside.
"Are you in the 19th class of junior high school going to rebel? I'd like to see what you want to do. Ma Yan glanced at Zhang Fan with gloomy eyes, and then glanced out the window.
The development of the matter was a little unexpected by Zhang Fan, he originally just wanted to make a big deal about Ma Yan's beating, this beating can't be in vain, no matter how bad it is, he also has the support of the principal Zhuang Zhou behind him, and he is not afraid of making a big fuss.
It's just that Xiao Hong's appearance interrupted his plan, Zhang Fan didn't expect that this little boy in the ninth class of junior high school actually had this kind of courage to confront the teacher, he smiled bitterly in his heart, just hoping not to drag Xiao Hong down.
As for Xiao Hong suddenly running out of the classroom, Zhang Fan felt that he was probably going to find the head teacher Song Chunmei.
Zhang Fan guessed correctly, as soon as Xiao Hong walked out of the classroom door, he went straight to the head teacher's office, because the office happened to be on the other side of the same floor of the classroom, and Song Chunmei led Xiao Hong back to the classroom in less than half a minute.
As soon as Song Chunmei heard Xiao Hong's description, she hurried to the classroom of the ninth class of junior high school.
Ma Yan likes to beat students, she has heard about it, and it is no secret in school.
However, Ma Yan's math scores in the class he taught are the best every year, although there are also parents of bad students who complain about Ma Yan, and the school turns a blind eye to this behavior, after all, everything is for the sake of "good for students".
But when Xiao Hong said that this student was Zhang Fan, Song Chunmei knew that something was wrong, Zhang Fan not only had good grades in admission, but also was a student sent by the director of education, and she also learned from Wang Qiang that this student had a great relationship with the principal Zhuang Zhou.
The most important thing is that when she heard Xiao Hong's description that Zhang Fan seemed to be in a coma, it was a big deal that this matter had developed to this point.
Song Chunmei prayed in her heart that nothing would happen, and she walked in the wind, and soon came to the classroom of the ninth class of junior high school.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Zhang Fan lying motionless on the ground.
She didn't say hello to Ma Yan, and hurriedly ran to Zhang Fan's side, held Zhang Fan's shoulders, and said half-kneeling: "Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan, what's wrong with you?" Can you hear me? ”
Zhang Fan still didn't respond.
Ma Yan sat on the chair in front of the podium, looking at Xiao Hong behind Song Chunmei with a blushing face, full of anger and nowhere to start.
His original idea was that if Zhang Fan could wake up by himself, this matter could be turned into a big thing and a small matter, but he didn't expect that there would be such a nosy student in the class, and this matter would be out of control.
Zhang Fan naturally knew that the person who came to him was the head teacher Song Chunmei.
He still pretended not to move when he heard the shouts of the head teacher, his eyes were closed, and his limbs trembled involuntarily from time to time.
Song Chunmei doesn't have Ma Yan's dirty thoughts, if something happens to Zhang Fan, she, as the head teacher, can't escape responsibility.
"Quick, Xiao Hong come over and take the handle, I'll carry Zhang Fan to the infirmary." Song Chunmei was a little nervous, she had never seen a student in a coma in class in her teaching career for so many years, let alone heard that she was still injured.
She looked at the red marks on Zhang Fan's face, and knew that Ma Yan's beating should not be wrong.
When Xiao Hong heard the words of the head teacher, he hurriedly ran forward and helped Song Chunmei put Zhang Fan on her back.
Zhang Mengmeng also stood up from her seat and wanted to come to help.
"The rest of the students sat still and did not move, and took the exam. Xiao Hong, you also go back to your seat and continue the exam, don't worry about anything else. As soon as Song Chunmei spoke, Zhang Mengmeng's movements were forced to stop, and she sat back in her position without saying a word.
Song Chunmei didn't talk to Ma Yan during the whole process, but said lightly to Ma Yan before leaving: "You can explain this matter to Director Wang yourself, I'll go to the infirmary first." ”
After speaking, Song Chunmei walked out of the classroom with Zhang Fan on her back without replying, and she didn't care about Ma Yantieqing's face.
Song Chunmei carried Zhang Fan away, and the originally noisy classroom quieted down, but the hearts of the students in the ninth class of junior high school were no longer on the exam, and most of them were speculating about the development of things in their hearts.
Zhang Mengmeng's heart was no longer on the exam, her white teeth bit her lower lip lightly, and she scribbled on the scratch paper.
Zhang Fan was on the back of the head teacher Song Chunmei, he could feel that although he was very thin, the woman did not have much strength, and Song Chunmei's figure was a little fat, and she was slightly panting before she had gone far, and she was powerless.
He was slightly moved, although he didn't have much contact with Song Chunmei, but this move diluted a lot of the unhappiness in his heart because of Ma Yan.
But after all, he pretended to be dizzy, and there was still a trace of guilt in his heart.
"Doctor Tao, quick! Come out and take a look! Before she arrived at the infirmary, Song Chunmei tore her throat and shouted, "A student has fainted!" ”
There were no patients in the school infirmary, and Tao Li was lying on the back chair, crossing Erlang's legs, smiling and teasing the little nurse in front of him.
As soon as he heard Song Chunmei's shout, he was shocked, and immediately tidied up his white coat and hurried out.
Tao Li is not slow, but he has been complaining in his heart, he, a medical school graduate who does not enter the stream, came to the school infirmary because there was no emergency here, leisurely and relaxed, and the salary was good, which made his parents drag the relationship and come in through the back door.
It's just that this month's patients have made him complain, and the patient who has been having unexplained diarrhea some time ago has made him anxious, and some time ago someone actually came to investigate the situation of those students with diarrhea.
Today came another coma, and for him, a graduate of a third-rate college, these challenges were really a bit daunting.