"If you mess around again, I'll ask you to go out."

"Answer me head-on, do you look down on Jiaming?"

"If I offended you before, and then you transferred your hatred to Jia Ming, I really look down on you, what is there to do at me, what is angry with the child?"

"Song Wenjun, is it your nature to say that you are talking nonsense by showing evidence?"

“…… Okay, I'll come up with proof, you wait! ”

The next class is Chinese, Lin Qianqian limped back to the office and gave Wan Bingye an ultimatum, Song Wenjun didn't go out, she wouldn't go to class.

"Grandma, I'm begging you, okay? There's a limit to how much you can mess around. ”

"Principal Wan, I'll just go out, you don't need to talk like that."

Well?

She didn't even talk much nonsense before agreeing? Wan Bingye wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Thank you for your understanding, it is a great joy for me that Mr. Lin can come back to work, and I am grateful for your support."

"Yes, 100% support."

Turning around, she went to the first-grade class, and when the little kid saw her come in, he sat up straight nervously, not daring to slip away.

The first-grader had no concept of discipline and could not sit still at all for forty minutes, and the old teacher on the podium was tired and his mouth was dry.

"Don't even talk, I'll spank anyone who talks again."

The teacher's surname is Li, about the same age as Wan Bingye, in his fifties, chubby, and wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.

The child was scared twice, the timid were good, and the bold were taken as the wind on their ears, and they still went their own way.

There are a total of eight children, and there is no place in Mr. Li's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys that does not hurt.

Song Wenjun couldn't help laughing, the whole class was full of good babies, sitting there upright, staring at the class schedule on the table without squinting.

Today, I want to talk about three pinyin letters, and Mr. Li has written them on the blackboard, but he was wiped clean by a boy.

This action instantly ignited Teacher Li's "gasoline barrel", and she kicked the boy's ass despite Song Wenjun's listening to the class as a parent.

"Wow-"

The atmosphere of this class is so joyful!

No matter how others make trouble, Lu Xiaoman carefully writes the three letters to learn today.

Song Wenjun seems to see herself when she was a child from him, but she was also naughty when she was a child, but she was serious when she was studying and having fun when she played.

She couldn't stand the noise, so she sneaked out of the window.

Lu Xiaomei has a poor background, she went to class with third-grade children, she wandered to the third-grade classroom, looked inside, and Lu Xiaomei was not there.

Wang Hui was in the fourth grade, and she was also not in the classroom, and Song Wenjun frowned and came to the teacher's office.

"Principal Wan, Lu Xiaomei and Wang Hui didn't come to class, do you know about this?"

"Who? Who didn't come? Which class? Wan Bingye asked in surprise.

"Lu Xiaomei, Wang Hui."

"Huh? These two kids skipped class again? I'm so angry, I have to find their parents this time. ”

After speaking, Wan Bingye smiled embarrassedly, "It just so happens that you are here, this Lu Xiaomei, come to school to study, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, this is not good." ”

"How many days did she go to class?"

Principal Wan thought for a moment and stretched out three fingers.

"Sister-in-law Jiaming, I know that she is an orphan adopted by you, and some bad habits can't be changed, but how can you do it without studying? Without culture, it will be difficult to move forward in the future. ”

There is nothing wrong with this, she just didn't expect Lu Xiaomei to be so bold that she dared to skip class.

Thinking of what Li Yuhua said, it seems that she really needs to discipline Lu Xiaomei well, but she can't manage it, she can only send her back to the orphanage and let more suitable people adopt her.

(End of chapter)