His facial features are also good-looking, his facial features are clear and handsome, although he hasn't grown yet, but it can be expected that he will definitely be a good-looking young man when he grows up.

It's just that he always likes to keep his head down.

At this time, he stood with his head down, and his little hands were subconsciously pulled together, like a child who had made a mistake.

Teacher Zhou's heart softened a little when he looked at it.

After a while, she asked, "Zihao, I called you here today to ask you, why did you only write one line in your composition today?" Is it because you can't write, or because of something else? ”

In the face of cute and well-behaved children, Teacher Zhou's voice was much softer.

But after asking, the child did not answer, but hung his head lower, and his little hands tightened.

Intuition told Teacher Zhou that something might be wrong with the child, she walked over, squatted down, pulled the child in front of her, and her voice softened again, with comfort, "Zihao, the teacher doesn't want to blame you, but wants to know the reason, if it's more difficult to write, you can tell the teacher, the teacher will help you guide?" ”

The child stiffened the moment she grabbed him, and after she asked, the office fell silent.

But it was only a few seconds, the child seemed to have made a decision after struggling, the little hands that were originally holding together were slightly clenched, he raised a handsome little face, stared at the teacher in front of him, and his immature voice was small, "Old, teacher, can you change the essay question for me?" ”

Why?

Teacher Zhou almost blurted out an inquiry, but she caught a glimpse of the redness in the child's eyes, and felt that the child's face seemed to be a little swollen?

She was stunned for a while, then raised her hand and wanted to touch the child's head, but saw that the child seemed to be frightened, like a frightened little animal, and closed his eyes.

Teacher Zhou's hand froze in place, but his brows frowned, and the child's reaction ...... She vaguely guessed something.

She slowly lowered her hand, and the child seemed to realize that his eyes were not closing his eyes correctly, and hurriedly opened them.

Teacher Zhou said: "Forget it, you want to go to dinner, and I'll talk about it later." Go ahead. ”

The child glanced at her and whispered, "Teacher, then I'll go first." Then he turned and left the office.

Teacher Zhou looked at the child's back, but frowned, and at this moment, a small voice came from outside, "Teacher, I know why Zhang Zihao's composition is only written with one line." ”

A small head poking out of the door is Zhang Zihao's tablemate Zhang Chaochao.

Seeing that Teacher Zhou saw himself, he hurriedly came out, entered the office, and said, "I, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." "He just accidentally passed by and heard.

"I know, can you tell the teacher the reason why Zhang Zihao can't write this essay well?"

Zhang Chaochao seemed to be very angry, his little fists were clenched, and his cheeks were bulging, "I know, because Zhang Zihao's father is a bad father, he always beats Zhang Zihao, Zhang Zihao is so pitiful, his mother ran away with others, grandma died, and his father always beat him......"

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Zhang Zihao was in a hurry when he came out of the office, and he ran away a little in despair, and he didn't see Zhang Chaochao, a tablemate near the office.

Even when Zhang Chaochao wanted to shout to him just now, the figure of the little guy had already run away.

Coming out of the office, Zhang Zihao went to the school gate, he knew that at noon, his father would come to bring him food.