Chapter 167: Practice is the only criterion for testing truth
So what did Brother Chuan write in the notebook
In the principal's office, Principal Lan, who had just finished dealing with a wave of gambling, had just picked up a teacup and was about to take two sips to quench his anger.
As a result, the cup was handed to his lips, and there was a knock on the door.
As soon as Principal Lan raised his eyes, he saw his own junior sister who made him love and hate, and
Song Tingchuan, who made him grit his teeth with hatred.
yes, it's definitely not good.
The principal silently put down the teacup in his hand, pressed his eyebrows, and said tiredly
"Please come in."
Song Tingchuan glanced at Su Nan, Su Nan also glanced at him, and finally Su Nan walked into the office first, Song Tingchuan just stepped in, leaning lazily against the door panel, looking like a hanger, very arrogant.
Principal Lan was really angry when he saw him like this, but in the end, he didn't get angry, and asked Su Nan gently
"Is there anything wrong with Su Nan?"
Su Nan stepped forward and handed over the two notebooks in his hand to Principal Lan
"Song Tingchuan's three school rules, 58,929 words, I don't know if it counts, come and ask what you mean."
As soon as he saw Su Nan's indescribable expression, Principal Lan had a bad instinct.
But he still reached out and took it, and after only turning two pages, he began to reach out and rub the corners of his forehead.
After enduring and enduring it, Principal Lan looked at Song Tingchuan and tried his best to "reason" with this stinky boy in a normal tone.
"Song Tingchuan, if you want to be opportunistic in this kind of thing, then I can only"
Before Principal Lan finished speaking, Song Tingchuan yawned and interjected
"What is opportunistic, Master, if you don't explain it to me clearly, I have the right to sue you for defamation."
Principal Lan really couldn't help it now, slapped the notebook in his hand on the desk, and shouted
"You're embarrassed to sue me for slander, you wrote me more than 50,000 commas, and you dare to say that you're not opportunistic."
Yes, that's right, Song Tingchuan's book is densely packed with small commas, and people who are densely afraid must go crazy when they open it.
Song Tingchuan was indifferent to Principal Lan's anger, just lifted his eyelids and pouted
"That's what you said, if you don't want to write school rules, just write 19,643 words every time, ah I'm sorry, I forgot that you teach physical education, or I'll call our Chinese teacher over at this time, and ask her to give you a science popularization, whether punctuation is a word"
Principal Lan ""
What's wrong with teaching physical education, teaching physical education, he hasn't studied, hasn't written essays, doesn't he know that a punctuation mark counts as a word
Principal Lan was so angry that his face was a little distorted, Huo Di stood up suddenly, pointed at Song Tingchuan, and said angrily
"I told you a long time ago that you were asked to copy the school rules for"
"It's to make me feel the pain and never dare to do it again, I know."
Song Tingchuan is now handy in grabbing words.
After choking Principal Lan enough, he hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at him with a sneer, and said word by word
"Do you think that I don't feel pain when I write more than 50,000 commas"
Principal Lan ""
"Or would you like to come and feel it with me, and see if it hurts to write like this?"
Principal Lan ""
Su Nan ""
Su Nan knew that Song Tingchuan had a powerful mouth, but he really didn't expect this person to be so powerful.
The person who dared to fool her senior brother to accompany him to copy the school rules was really the first one in so many years.
Anyway, Song Tingchuan now has only one meaning, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.
If you think I'm not in pain, then you can practice and feel it yourself, and tell me that you are not in pain after feeling it, that's okay, I admit it, and I'll change it.
But being able to put the principal together in this way, Song Tingchuan felt that he would be happy to copy the school rules in the future.
After all, don't look at the comma is simple, and it's still disgusting to write more than 50,000 people, and he wants to vomit when he sees the comma now, okay, he doesn't believe that the principal can hold it.
If you don't feel it, then I think the principal is deliberately targeting me, and I can go to the Education Bureau to sue you.
The principal had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and he couldn't wait to spit out Song Tingchuan's face.