Peach Fortune Ring

Song Yan's face turned red, and he defended in a deep voice: "Teacher Yan, I said it before, and I'll repeat it again, I'm not mixed with people in the society, please don't mess around!"

If the other party wasn't a teacher, he really wanted to slap him.

"I am messing around. Since I still have to argue, I have nothing to say. I will report to the principal and expel you! I wanted to give you another chance."

Seeing this, Song Yan was also completely angry: "Go if you like!"

After speaking, Song Yan walked to his seat. He never announced that his uncle was the deputy director of the Education Bureau, but the principal knew about it. Based on this, the principal would not expel him.

Seeing Song Yan's disdain for him, Yan Weimin was almost so angry that one Buddha was born and the other ascended to heaven.

"Song Yan, if you don't get fired, I, Yan Weimin, will write the words upside down!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Weimin walked out of the classroom angrily, and went to the principal's office, leaving only dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom looking at each other.

After returning to his seat, Li Lei gave him a thumbs up: "You are awesome, you actually put old Yan

Be so angry! " Then he said worriedly: "Will he really go to the principal to fire you?" "

"It's going to rain, mother wants to marry, let him go!" Song Yan said indifferently, suddenly, he felt a move in his heart, and felt that it was necessary to tell his uncle about it. He will touch himself, and although the uncle hurts him, he will beat him once he is really angry.

Thinking of this, he walked out of the classroom, took out his mobile phone and called his uncle.

On the phone, he reported the whole process of what happened to his uncle. The uncle didn't say much, just let him go to school with peace of mind.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan felt much more at ease. Suddenly, he realized: It seems that after my mental strength increased by 10 points, my mind also became more enlightened. If it was before, I would never have thought of calling my uncle.

Angrily, Yan Weimin came to the principal's office, suppressed the anger in his heart, and reported Song Yan's matter to the principal Zhu Hongcheng, and showed the video of Song Yan's fight to the principal, and suggested that Song Yan should be expelled to improve his style of study.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhu Hongcheng just said in a nonchalant manner: "Mr. Yan, you go back to class first, and I will make a decision on this matter after deliberation."

If it was normal, Yan Weimin would definitely find that the principal's attitude is very ambiguous, but at this moment, he only has one thought in his mind to expel Song Yan, and said eagerly: "Principal, there is nothing to consider about this matter, a crap stick like Song Yan You should be expelled as soon as possible, as you know, the third class of senior high school has reached the most critical time, and the existence of students like Song Yan will definitely affect other students!"

"Mr. Yan, don't you understand me? Go back to class!" Zhu Hongcheng said in a more serious tone, feeling a little more dissatisfied with Yan Weimin in his heart. Others don't know, but he knows that Song Yan's uncle is the deputy director of the Education Bureau. Fired his nephew, isn't it to find a way for himself?

Besides, he knows Yan Weimin a little bit, not to mention seeking profit, he has different attitudes towards top students and poor students, and he also accepts gifts from students' parents. If it weren't for his good teaching level, he would have been dismissed as a class teacher a long time ago position.

Yan Weimin was stunned for a moment, realizing that there was something wrong with his attitude, and after apologizing to the principal, he walked out of the principal's office sullenly.

Because he threatened to expel Song Yan in front of the whole class, but he didn't do it now. If he went to the classroom rashly, he would definitely lose face.

"Could it be that my class teacher can't help a poor student?" The more Yan Weimin thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, and the hatred and disgust towards Song Yan deepened in his heart.

"By the way, I can call Song Yan's parents. As long as I lose face to his parents, I won't be able to please Song Yan when he comes home!"

Thinking of this, Yan Weimin hurried to the office and found the phone number of Song Yan's parents. As far as he knew, Song Yan's parents were killed in a car accident and now they are living in the uncle's house.

"No wonder this kid is such a bastard. It should be because his parents died too early and lacked education!" Yan Weimin thought maliciously.

After finding out the phone number, Yan Weimin dialed it.

When the phone was connected, Yan Weimin said in a bad tone: "Are you Song Yan's guardian? I am Yan Weimin, his head teacher."

"Hello, Teacher Yan, what can I do?" Yang Yanli's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How did you educate Song Yan? Not only did he get into fights at school, but he also associates with gangsters in society, and his attitude towards teachers is even worse. Come to the school, or I will suggest to the principal to expel him!"

According to his usual experience, other parents would be shocked when they heard that their children would be expelled, and rushed to the school to say good things to the teacher and apologize.

But Yang Yanli was an exception. She didn't like Song Yan at first, and she wished that he would be fired so that he could go to work, which would save a lot of money.

Besides, as the wife of the bureau chief, she was used to flattery and was scolded by Yan Weimin. She couldn't feel comfortable, so she said coldly: "Mr. Yan, you can do whatever you like, if you can fire him, I have to thank you too."

Snapped!

The phone hung up, and a blind tone of "beep beep" came from the microphone.

Yan Weimin was dumbfounded, and his face turned green and red. He has been teaching for so many years, and he has never met such an arrogant parent, especially the last sentence "If you can fire him, I have to thank you" as irony come and listen.

"Bastard!"

Yan Weimin slapped the table hard, the anger in his chest almost burst out of his body.

It's just that the headmaster's attitude is ambiguous now, and the parents are not cooperative, so he really has nothing to do with Song Yan.

"No, I can't just spare that kid, even if he is not expelled, he will have no face to stay in Class Nine!"

Thinking of this, he got up and walked towards class nine.

"Song Yan!"

Song Yan, who was reciting the textbook with a photographic memory, stood up frowning and looked at Yan Weimin coldly.

When other students saw this scene, they all thought that Song Yan might be expelled.

Yan Weimin sneered and said, "You stand outside in the corridor. From now on, you don't have to enter the classroom for all my classes. Also, I will leave it to you to wipe the blackboard and clean the classroom."

Song Yan's face changed suddenly, but he still didn't say anything in the end. Suddenly, he thought that it must be Yan Weimin's suggestion to the principal that he failed to deliberately vent his anger on himself.

Thinking of this, he smiled at Yan Weimin with a bit of contempt, then he grabbed the Chinese papers for the third year of high school and a stack of review materials and walked outside the teacher calmly.

Seeing Song Yan's smile, Yan Weimin felt very uncomfortable, stared at the textbooks and materials in his hand and said sarcastically: "If you had worked so hard earlier, your grades would not be so rubbish!"

Hearing this, Song Yan suddenly thought of a way, stopped in his tracks, and said to Yan Weimin: "Mr. Yan, do you dare to make a bet with me that I will definitely score more than 120 in Chinese in the next monthly exam!"

"Are you telling a joke?" Yan Weimin sneered.

"If I don't reach 120 points, I will drop out of school. If I reach it, how about you bow to me in front of the whole class and admit my mistake?"

Hearing Song Yan's words, Yan Weimin was furious again, before he could speak, Song Yan continued: "Why, don't you dare?"

"Okay, I promise you! You just wait to get out of school!" Yan Weimin said viciously, he did not believe that Song Yan could score 120 points in the test in just over ten days.

When the students heard Song Yan's words, some thought he was awesome, some thought he was too arrogant, and of course, some of them were gloating because they didn't like him.

Song Yan didn't care about those strange eyes, and walked out of the classroom calmly.

To put it bluntly, the test of Chinese is memory, and he has the supernatural power of photographic memory. After more than ten days, he failed to score 120 in the monthly test. He felt that he should find a piece of tofu and kill him.

[Author's Digression]: Thank you [Little Mosquito] for your tip.

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Chapter 9 Fame Points

In the corridor outside Class [-] of Senior Three, a tall and handsome boy was concentrating on flipping through his books.

Yes, this boy was Song Yan who was kicked out of the classroom by Yan Weimin.