As soon as Song Ye finished saying this, the whole class fell silent, silently staring at the girl who was holding Erlang's legs with an indifferent expression, thinking that she was hallucinating.

The head teacher also had to re-look at the girl who had changed a lot in front of her, without the long hair that covered the sky, her appearance was not only good-looking, but even her temperament had changed, and she dared to speak in class.

But as a teacher, if she wants to protect her face and job, she has to give an explanation, almost without thinking about it, she just frowned and looked at Song Ye, "No matter what the reason, it is an indisputable fact that super glue is on your table, you immediately go out to punish me now, and then punish you when Tang Meiling's hand is ready." ”

From the perspective of an adult, she knows how to be alone.

And these children, at most, are called parents, which is harmless.

These thoughts may not be visible in front of others, but it is Song Ye in front of her.

"If a teacher punishes students so indiscriminately, isn't he afraid of spreading the reputation of ruining the teacher's morality?" Song Ye's face was reflected in the winter sun, as if he was flushing with cold air, and the words he said were even more chilling.

"What?" The head teacher was stunned. Indiscriminate? Corrupting the teacher's morality?

Seeing that the volcano was about to erupt, Song Ye was still calm and calm, "I never touched my desk from the time I entered the classroom to the time I sat down, and the whole class can testify that I didn't get this super glue." ”

Her voice was loud, reverberating through the classroom for everyone to hear.

However, when the head teacher's eyebrows swept over and asked, everyone hung their heads and remained silent.

"It seems that no one is willing to testify for Song Ye." The head teacher raised his eyebrows, his words seemed to be regretful, but in fact, there was some schadenfreude in his eyes, "Song Ye, you should reflect on some of your behaviors, forget it if you don't fit in, now you are still bullying your classmates and telling lies, if you continue like this, how can you have any success in the future." ”

Song Ye sneered in his heart, disapproving of this kind of high-sounding lesson, his eyes swept over the students in the classroom, his eyes were calm without a trace of sadness and joy, but it was inexplicably embarrassing.

"Me!" In the silence, a figure suddenly stood up, and with an answer, the chair was slammed down.

Song Ye raised his eyes and looked over, it was Wang Tiechuan who had been scolded by Tang Meiling just now.

Although Wang Tiechuan's grades are not good, he is tall, he is a sports student, and he is the representative of the physical education department of the class. ”

As soon as the words fell, another figure stood up, and the short and fat Zheng Feng pointed at Wang Tiechuan and scolded aggrievedly, "Little rascal, you are talking nonsense, I have never done this kind of thing, you are spewing blood!" ”

As soon as he heard the little rascal, Wang Tiechuan was also angry, and rushed over in a few steps to block Zheng Feng in front of the desk, and his tone was fierce, "You fucking shout again." "Wang Tiechuan's father was born as a gangster, so he was also treated as a hooligan and was discriminated against.

Zheng Feng was so frightened by his appearance that he took a step back and hit the desk, "Ah! Teacher, he's going to hit someone. ”

"Stop!" The head teacher was so angry that her throat and eyes were about to burst into flames, and she really wanted to kick out all these bad students who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it.

Over there, as soon as Wang Tiechuan raised his hand, his wrist was grabbed, the cold and soft touch made his body stiffen, and when he turned his head sideways, he saw Song Ye who was standing beside him at some point, "I'll deal with it." ”

The four words that are cold and clear, clearly without any strength, but they make people feel at ease for no reason, Wan Tiechuan pursed his lips, nodded unconsciously and stepped aside.

Zheng Feng leaned in front of the table, and when he saw Song Ye's face, the jealousy in his heart was like growing grass, and he couldn't help but pouted and snorted coldly, "Why, the teacher is here, you still want to do something to me, ah......"

Before she finished speaking, Song Ye had already reached out and grabbed her arm, pinched the numb tendons on her arm and crushed it hard, causing her to tremble in pain, and the whole person screamed and jumped away.

And at the moment when she dodged, Song Ye reached down to her desk, and in the blink of an eye, she fished out a bottle of something, which was super glue.

"Teacher, can you clear my suspicion?" Song Ye raised his hand and threw the thing in front of the head teacher.

As an ordinary student, super glue is not a necessary item at all, the evidence is conclusive, no matter how dissatisfied Song Ye is, the head teacher has to turn the muzzle of the gun to Zheng Feng, with a gloomy face, and said: "Zheng Feng, immediately go to the office to inform your parents to come, you don't have to attend this class." ”

"Teacher, I'm ......" Zheng Feng still wanted to speak, but was suddenly glared at by Tang Meiling, and didn't dare to say anything more.

The head teacher called a few boys to move away with the desks.

Tang Meiling looked at the sarcasm on the corner of Song Ye's mouth, and was even more sure that she was deliberately provoking herself and making herself ugly. As a pretentious school flower, today it has become a joke, her hands are glued to the table and she is taken out, she is so ashamed that she can't lift her face, thinking that she can't steal chickens and rice, she is even more resentful of Song Ye in her heart.

The lecture of the first class became self-study, and the class was like a swarm of bees at this time, whispering to each other, and the corners of their eyes kept skimming to Song Ye in the corner while speaking.

Whether it is his appearance or his cold breath, all of Song Ye's performances today are too shocking, leaving a deep impression in the hearts of this group of young boys and girls.

Song Ye didn't have a table, she simply put her hands around her chest, quietly looking at the sun outside the window, the winter light shone on her face, a thin layer, her fair to almost transparent skin exuded a halo, her long eyelashes, her amber pupils, and even the curvature of her chin were so delicate and charming, in such a small county class, her existence seemed to be really shining.

Suddenly, sensing that there was a breath approaching him, Song Ye retracted his gaze, and saw Wang Tiechuan carrying the desk in one hand and a chair beside him in the other, and even took the initiative to push the desk in front of him.

Facing Song Ye's calm gaze, Wang Tiechuan somehow scratched the back of his head with some embarrassment, and laughed, "Thank you for stopping me just now, I will sit with you in the future, and no one will dare to bully you again." ”

I guess no one can bully me. Song Ye thought in his heart, but he didn't refuse on his face, "Well, thank you." This boy obviously knew Song Ye's situation in the class, and he had come forward to testify just now that he had been separated from the group, and she admired such a courageous person.

Flipping through the textbook in his hand and looking at the familiar words, Song Ye's heart rarely had a trace of calm, and there was also a trace of warm ironing.