I am a god in script killing

Chapter 87 Rose's Funeral (21)

"Wow, the princess is coming to school!"

"Princess, don't go to the men's room, the women's room is next door."

"Whether he is a man or a woman, I have seen him dance in a skirt!"

"He went to the toilet, took off his pants to see if it was a boy!"

The chattering sound of the crowd seemed to never go away, and when Bo Juan opened his eyes, he saw the scene in front of him:

The junior high school students of Yucai Middle School laughed together, next to the men's restroom, someone stumbled out of the restroom, and was immediately pinned to the ground by the following boys.

"Yo, what is the princess running for?"

"Didn't you take off your pants? Everyone has something and no one cares about yours. Let's see what's wrong?"

The boy who stopped him was so angry, he exaggerated in a suddenly enlightened way:
"Oh - or did the princess realize that she went into the wrong toilet? She shouldn't have gone into the men's room but the women's room?"

The onlookers laughed.

The boy who was laughing suddenly said "ouch" and his laughter stopped abruptly.

Then he let out a soft "hiss" and frowned:
"How dare you hit me! How dare you fight back!"

"You still dare to hit our elder brother!"

The younger brothers in the back rolled up their sleeves as if they couldn't stand it, and wanted to hit someone:
"I think you deserve a beating! You are like a girl, how can a boy dance in a skirt?!"

"What are you doing?"

Bo Jun heard himself opening his mouth to speak, or Bai Wei was speaking.

Teacher Bai's voice was still pleasant and elegant, but it was slightly raised and not too loud.

But junior high school students are always afraid of teachers, even if they are social wind in junior high school with serious secondary illness.

When the onlookers saw a teacher coming, they hurried out of the way, chattering in low voices and spread out.

So Bai Wei saw the boy who was bullied by a group of boys on the ground, curled up but struggled to fight back.

"Mr. Bai?!"

The boy who rolled up his sleeves was stunned.

"Teacher Bai..."

Four boys stood up, the same four boys who came out of the psychological consultation room a few days ago.

Those few stunned young people who were punished for their post-reading impressions.

"Have you not been punished enough?"

Bai Wei frowned, looked at the four boys who had finished the trouble, glanced at each of their expressions, and soon knew who was in the lead:
"Jiang Yuan, you are the youngest among them, why are you messing around with your seniors? Did you finish writing your post-reading review or did your mother's feather duster loose again?"

Jiang Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to retort unhappily: "...it's not Mr. Bai, it's this Ren Huai who went into the men's room and..."

"What?" Bai Wei smiled lightly, with a gentle voice, "Teacher can't control you anymore, can you talk back?"

Jiang Yuan pursed his lips, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Bai."

"You three, what happened to the senior students? Did you finish writing your reflections?"

Bai Wei looked at the other three students whose muscles were tense but who were still holding on and did not hesitate for a second:

"I will go to the Academic Affairs Office to receive my punishment in a while. I will call your class teacher and class director. I will contact your parents if I can't hand in my feelings after reading this afternoon."

"Why, isn't it just a fight?!"

"That's right, I haven't hit him yet, and he didn't bleed or break him."

"And what we're telling is the truth. It's not like you don't know, teacher, that women's clothing that affects the school spirit..."

"enough."

Bai Wei didn't say anything else, and just said "if you say it again, you will be demerited and detained for probation" to make these four people shut up.

The boy on the ground had bruised wrists, lowered his head and pursed his lips. From this angle, he only had delicate eyebrows and a stubborn expression.

Ren Huai...

Bai Wei reached out to support him, sighed and thought:
What a stubborn little swan.

In this case, I don't know how much bullying I will suffer in the future.

(End of this chapter)