Chapter 23 Complaints

Early self-study, Dawn Branch was called to the principal's office.

"I heard your homeroom teacher say, you are in the middle of your studies, and a few days off will be able for you to keep up with the progress of your studies, right?" Fu Yaoyao smiled, her eyes shining, and she looked at the dawn branch sitting opposite.

is neither humble nor arrogant, generously let her look at it, and her appearance is not bad.

Fu Yaoyao nodded secretly.

Dawnbranch: "Yes. ”

"Okay, you come to me at noon, you have your role." Picking up the tea bowl, the principal Wang Fusen stood straight behind her, standing and sitting, the two of them were very compatible, when Fu Yaoyao spoke, Wang Fusen lowered his curly eyelashes, smiled warmly, and Fu Yaoyao's beautiful face looked outgoing and free.

Limingzhi stood up and walked out, hearing the sound of Wang Fusen gossiping with Fu Yaoyao behind him, Fu Yaoyao's low laughter, Limingzhi looked back and saw Wang Fusen's gentle face, and the warm sunlight sprinkled most of his body from the window, shrouding a faint circle of light.

He only had Fu Yaoyao in his eyes.

Sensing this, Wang Fusen raised his head, met Limingzhi's gaze with a smile, and then fell on Fu Yaoyao's face.

Dawn Branch withdrew her gaze, a little envious.

The sunlight in the corridor shone down on her, her hair was glazed, her brows drooped, her eyes hollow, and a faint sadness on her countenance. The hands hanging down his body secretly clenched into fists.

In that life, he was rebellious, starting from Li Zhen's divorce from Zhang Yan, with a fragile and sensitive heart, rejecting everything from external objects.

Distrust of family members.

Don't trust men.

I only trust the friends who have given me a little warmth.

She listened to all her friends' opinions. When her best friend said that the man was good, she felt good, so despite her mother's objections, the moth put out the fire......

Dawn Branch's nose was a little sore, and she bit her lower lip fiercely, suppressing all her grief.

Looking sideways out of the guardrail, the sun was shining through the clouds, and the warm sunlight dispelled the gloom on the tip of her heart. She suddenly found He Jiangmu who didn't know when he appeared at the top of the stairs again.

Tall man.

Black hair, deep dark eyes, a healthy complexion, an angular face, ruddy lips, a slightly pointed jaw, and a round neck, black striped short sleeves show off his sturdy figure.

Accidentally met him, Limingzhi blinked, his face was sluggish, He Jiangmu had already walked in front of her, half a body taller than her.

"I'm worried about you, so come back and have a look." He Jiangmu first explained the reason why he appeared here.

"Oh." Xue Qin bullied her yesterday, so He Jiangmu was not at ease. Dawn Branch pulled a smile, and somehow, a mischievous tear rolled down from her eyes, she hurriedly turned around, raised her hand to wipe her sweat away, "It's too hot and humid this day." ”

"Yes."

"I'm fine."

"Okay, I'm going to grandpa's, contact this number if I have something." He Jiangmu handed over a note.

Dawn Branch took it, a string of numbers.

"Yes." Dawn folded the paper and hid it in her trouser pocket. A warm smile was raised, "Goodbye." ”

He Jiangmu turned to leave. Dawn walked towards the classroom, her heart like a drop of water and ripples, she didn't think much about it, she just ignored the slightest strange feeling.

"Report." Dawn Branch shouted as he stood in the doorway.

In class, math teacher Zheng He was writing on the blackboard with his back to the students, holding chalk. Hearing the sound, he stopped what he was doing, lifted the frame of his glasses, and glanced at the Dawn Branch.

"Let's go in and sit." After a brief pause, he resumed writing.

Passing by a table, Dawn Branch stopped, and Xue Qin raised his head and gave her the middle finger.

A fierce face.

Face the feet of the ghost in front of you. Dawn lifted her foot and stepped down unceremoniously. Just at his middle finger, Dawn Branch stepped on two more feet. Xue Qin stood up in pain and slammed the table down.

The student at the front table was hit on the back by the corner of the table, and let out a wolf howl.

The classroom was suddenly quieter.

A pair of eyes brushed down on the two of them, Limingzhi and Xue Qin, who were facing each other.

The busy math teacher looked cold: "What's the matter?" ”

Xue Qin stood up and complained, "Dawn Branch stepped on my feet. ”

"Yes, I saw it." There is a boy at the back table to help out.

"I also stepped on two feet." Xue Qianfeng, the girl on the side table, helped.

When the voice fell silent, the male teacher's eyes re-examined the Dawn Branch, who was standing alone at the table. The girl looked soft and weak, not like a violent temper, and he gave respect and waited for Dawn Branch's explanation.

Limingzhi said: "I'm standing on the road between the tables and the tables, walking well, why do I want to step on your feet?" ”

Li Yajuan, who had been bullied, stood up with a red face: "Teacher, I saw Xue Qin stretching out his feet and giving his middle finger to Limingzhi. ”

In her seat, she could just see Xue Qin's series of movements.

"Xue Qin, go out and run the playground three laps." The male teacher said coldly.

Xue Qin glanced at Li Yajuan, walked out of her seat, went downstairs, and obediently went to the playground.

Limingzhi looked at Li Yajuan with some surprise.

I didn't expect her to help, because she was the most bullied in the class, and she was the least courageous, and she never knew how to resist.

"Thank you." This affection, Limingzhi remembered in his heart, and sincerely thanked her.

Li Yajuan lowered her head, not used to the gratitude of others.

Dawn found her place and sat down.

The male teacher continued the rhythm of the class, and what had just happened as if it didn't exist at all, had no effect on him. At the end of class, he picked up his books and stepped on the bell to walk outside.

"Nosy." A fat boy at Xue Qin's table waved his fist and gritted his teeth.

Li Yajuan lowered her head, pretended to flip through the book, and didn't dare to pay attention to it.

Someone went even further, walked over, waved his hand and slapped the book in her hand away.

"You go down for a run, too. The mouth is so cheap. A girl leaned on the edge of the table, unceremoniously tearing Li Yajuan's textbook in her hand, hissing and tearing paper, and the good textbook was torn and thrown to the ground.

"I just got my nails painted." The girl lowered her eyebrows in distress and looked at her cardamom-colored nails.

Li Yajuan's nose fluttered, tears rolled in her eyes, and her eyes fell on the ground, where the paper was shredded.

stood up, ignored everyone's cynicism, picked up paper by paper, and tears fell to the ground, blooming one after another.

"If you dare to help Dawn Branch in the future, I will make you completely embarrassed......"

The girl Xue Qianfeng is the first in the class, and she has a very good relationship with Xue Qin, and she is rumored to be the school flower in private. I opened a mahjong parlor at home and knew a lot of gangsters.

"It's amazing, do you need me to give you a round of applause?" Dawn walked in from outside, but only went to the toilet once, and when she came back, it was a big deal.

And the reason for this is all because of helping her.

It's both infuriating and funny.

Xue Qianfeng snorted and glanced at Limingzhi.

Limingzhi walked over, bent down to pick up a ball of torn paper on the ground, flattened it, folded it together, and handed it to Li Yajuan.

"Where's her seat?" Li Mingzhi asked Li Yajuan.

Li Yajuan subconsciously stretched out her fingers.

Dawn Branch said, "I see."

Crash.

A book was thrown in the trash.

Dawn Branch poured a pot of boiling water into the garbage can. The book was all soaked.

Xue Qianfeng woke up, screamed madly, and pounced.

Limingzhi took a step out of the way, learning Xue Qin's stretching feet, and with a snap, Xue Qianfeng fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Everyone stared at the arrogant Dawn Branch with a look of hell.