The next day, during morning reading time, Liang Chan was called to the office by the head teacher.

Her swollen cheeks were compressed by Aunt Rong with an ice pack last night, and she also rolled a boiled egg this morning, which didn't look so scary, but she could still see the traces of being beaten, which showed that the other party didn't spare any effort.

On the way to the office, Liang Chan grabbed his hair and covered half of his face with his long hair like yesterday, not wanting to be discovered by the head teacher.

But she didn't know that the head teacher called her over for this purpose.

knocked on the door, Liang Chan heard Zhang Caiqin say "enter", pushed the door in, and paused in his footsteps. Next to Zhang Caiqin sat the head teacher of the third class of liberal arts, as well as Hu Beizi, another party to the incident.

Hu Beizi's eyes were quenched with cold poison, and she shot straight at her.

Liang Chan's heart fell to the bottom of the sea in an instant, and he walked over step by step, his voice was inaudible: "Teacher Zhang, you called me." ”

"Why didn't you tell the teacher when you were beaten?" Zhang Caiqin stared at her hidden face and asked weakly, "Did you not listen to what the teacher said last time?" ”

She asked Liang Chan to come to her if he had any difficulties in life and study.

Obviously, her words drifted out with the wind, and a word didn't enter Liang Chan's ears, let alone be remembered by her.

Liang Chan pursed his lower lip and said nothing.

Zhang Caiqin sighed silently, this child was a little taciturn before, and he was focused on learning, which was nothing wrong with this. Since the accident at home, her temperament has become more and more dull, and she is really worried that if she continues to be so tense, the string in her body will break sooner or later.

The college entrance examination is imminent, how can this be done?

Zhang Caiqin glanced at the head teacher of the third class. The two discussed the way to deal with it before, since someone proved that it was Hu Beizi who made the first move, she should apologize for it, and then they mediated and let the two girls shake hands and make peace to avoid such incidents from happening again.

The head teacher of the third class is a middle-aged man, notoriously stern, and is called "Living Yama" by the students, and speaks with natural coercion: "Hu Beizi, apologize to classmate Liang." No matter what grievances you have, you are violating the school rules if you move someone to beat someone, and this time you will not invite your parents if you are a first-time offender. ”

Who knew that Hu Beizi's tears flowed down: "Why? Why do you want me to apologize to her?! ”

She choked up and yelled, and both teachers were stunned.

Hu Beizi glared at Liang Chan viciously: "As long as she can pretend to be pitiful, she deserves sympathy, but what about me?" Her mother is a shameless junior, seducing my father, her father is a murderer, set fire to my father, I have no father...... I don't have a dad anymore! Is it because she studies well that the teacher supports her? ”

There were other teachers in the office, and they all froze when they heard this, and stopped what they were doing to look at that place.

Liang Chan's breathing was stagnant, her brain was buzzing, and she wished that she would die in that fire, and every day she lived was tantamount to Ling Chi for her.

Hu Beizi wiped a handful of tears and ran out regardless of the majesty of the teachers.

Liang Chan returned to the classroom like a walking corpse, facing the inquiring eyes of his classmates.

"Liang Chan, what did the girl in the third class of liberal arts mean by what she said yesterday?"

"It seems to be talking about the murderer and the ...... born to the mistress. Well, I guess it's nonsense. ”

"I heard someone saw you having a Rolls-Royce last night, is it really fake?"

Those beasts that fell into Liang Chan's eyes like eating people, she looked at her chest and panicked and wanted to flee.

*

Dinner was eaten in the cafeteria, Liang Chan took the meal card and made a set meal at the window, shuttling through the crowd, looking at her many eyes, thinking that she was doing it very secretly, but in fact, she could feel it all.

She sat down in a corner and ate slowly with her head down.

How would the head teacher know about her beating? It was impossible for others to complain more, she thought about it for a long time, and the only person she could think of was Mr. Shao.

The picture of them sitting in the car and talking last night came to mind, and although it was a little unpleasant in the end, I have to say that he is a delicate, gentle and considerate person.

The first time she saw him, she knew.

Liang Chan didn't blame him for taking the initiative to tell the teacher about it, he didn't know the situation, he just didn't want her to be bullied at school.

What's wrong with him?

He didn't have to ask about her, no one liked to make trouble for himself.

Liang Chan breathed a sigh of relief, she lost her appetite after eating a few bites, looking at the food on the plate that didn't move much, she couldn't bear to waste it, so she forced herself to eat it one bite at a time.

After the last bite, she was a little nauseous.

There was still some time before the evening self-study preparation bell rang, and Liang Chan walked alone along the cobblestone path of the campus.

Before the New Year, the wind was full of chills, and there was a slight stinging sensation on the face.

She stopped at the end of a path, in front of which was the outer wall of the laboratory building, just sheltered from the wind and not so cold. She took her phone out of her pocket and turned it on, and there were only two numbers in her address book.

One is an uncle, and the other is Shao Linfeng's private number that was saved last night.

Shao Linfeng has two mobile phones, one is used for work and will be turned off when he is on vacation, and the other is a personal mobile phone, which will be turned off when he is working.

From this point of view alone, he is a man who lives quite a self-conscious life.

Liang Chan stared at the string of numbers and wanted to call him to express his gratitude, because when she came home in the evening, he would most likely work in the study and could not be disturbed.

The screen went on and off, off and on, and the call never went out.

When the bell was about to ring, Liang Chan turned off his mobile phone and walked out of the corner, but was stopped by Hu Beizi after taking a few steps. In addition to her, there are four or five girls behind her, who are her best friends.

Liang Chan didn't scare her, and took the initiative to ask, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Liang Chan, I really underestimated you, how can you have the face to complain to the teacher, have I wronged you?" Hu Beizi's words were like sharp blades, piercing into Liang Cicada's heart, "It's very proud to be picked up by the owner of the Rolls-Royce, no wonder you are so arrogant, you can't get on the stage like your mother who is a junior, and you only deserve to live in the gutter in this life." No, you don't deserve to live! ”

Liang Chan's hand hanging down at his side clenched, but he still couldn't stop the trembling of his body.

"The thought of being in a school with a foul-smelling person like you makes me sick." The girl behind Hu Beizi spat out.

Other people's insults poured in, poking at Liang Chan's backbone.

Before Hu Beizi's slap came over, she shouted hysterically: "This is what you owe me, Liang Chan, the pain inflicted on you will never be worth my hatred for you!" ”