Jiang Jiang is very considerate and very flattering.
This move was undoubtedly a stab at Song Yiyi's chest, and she rushed forward hoping to strangle Jiang Jiang to death in the next second.
"There is surveillance in the teacher's office. You should think clearly before taking action."
Jiang Jiang's little finger pointed at the monitor above her head.
As a person with no backing.
When encountering any conflict, almost subconsciously, the first thing to do is to protect your own personal safety.
The head teacher had just hung up the phone. As soon as he entered the office, he heard these words and immediately felt his scalp numb.
Unexpectedly, the little girl who is usually silent can be quite sharp when speaking.
The veins on his forehead were throbbing.
"Okay, you two just stay aside quietly and wait for your parents to come."
"snort!"
Song Yiyi opened her mouth and let out a cold snort.
He looked at Jiang Jiang with disdain.
Father Song rushed into the teacher's office full of anger.
He is covered in fat, with a big gold chain hanging around his neck, and various patterns tattooed on his arms.
As soon as he spoke, the expression on his face was distorted.
"Who, who bullied my daughter?! Which person who doesn't care about his life has the courage to bully my daughter? Isn't it true that my daughter has no body to rely on?"
Jiang Jiang looked at him.
When Song Yiyi saw that her father was coming, she burst into tears: "Dad, someone hit me, hurt me, and scolded me. Look, my head is red, and the wound on my head hurts. I feel like I
It hurts like hell."
While Song Yiyi covered the wound on her head, tears fell even more fiercely.
When Song's father saw his daughter like this, he immediately yelled: "Did your parents educate your child well? How did you educate your child? How can you educate your child to be like this?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, saliva splashed out.
"Oh, Dad, you don't know that there are no children whose parents grew up in orphanages."
Song Yiyi hid behind her father and smiled.
The head teacher looked on and felt a headache, "Classmate Song Yiyi, please speak according to the facts."
"What is the fact? The fact is that this Jiang Jiang bullied me."
It seems that if you eat too much, you won’t be able to call the parents.
Naturally, the tone of voice was harsh.
Jiang Jiang squinted: "Isn't it true that you didn't want me to do my homework and asked me to do my homework? After I refused, you got so angry that you hit your head? You cursed and told me to get out?"
Jiang Jiang has encountered this kind of thing many times.
Summarize everything in a concise and concise way.
She has not been supported by her "parents" for so many years, and she has become accustomed to facing such situations.
Quiet, there was an eerie silence in the office.
"Even if it's like this... Even if it's like this, you shouldn't refuse my request to help me with my homework."
Song Yiyi's tone was still very arrogant.
During this moment, the class teacher felt that his headache was getting worse: "Student Song Yiyi, you have to complete your homework independently, why should you let other students do it for you?"
Song Yiyi was stunned for several seconds.
"Just... just... my hands hurt. I can't write because of the pain in my hands. What if I ask my classmates for help? We are all in the same class, so why don't we count as classmates?"
Song's father followed suit: "Students should always take care of each other. Even if you refuse to help, you should still speak up."