The poor little phoenix I picked up turned out to be the big boss behind it

After Sang Wu's injury was treated, Jun Qi took him to the dean's office. The two head teachers and the three who were fighting were all there, including Su You, of course.

Huang Mao had been taken to the principal's office. Although Huang Mao was dissatisfied, he did not show it and could only stand by the wall with the other two.

Su You, of course, was sitting on the sofa slowly drinking his soda. Feng Jing had already called up the phone numbers of the parents of the three of them. If they couldn't reach an agreement later, they would have to call their parents.

Sang Wu walked beside Jun Qi, hooking his little finger on the hem of his clothes. This was a habit he had developed since childhood and seemed to give him a sense of security.

There was a knock on the door, and Jun Qi pushed the door open and entered.

"Classmates Jun and Sang are here, sit here."

The dean stood up from his desk and quickly greeted the two of them. Yu Shan, who had been nervous, was relieved to see them coming.

"Tsk, look at how damaged this arm is."

Su You put down the soda in his hand and walked to Sang Wu. He couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the red, yellow, purple and green wounds.

"Sit here."

Jun Qi found Sang Wu a sofa farthest away from Huang Mao and the others, and poured him a glass of warm water.

It is also more useful for Jun Qi to take care of Sang Wu. After all, for him, just staying with his brother is the best. Of course, it is better if there are no outsiders here.

"This...Student Jun, I and the two teachers have already taught the three of them a lesson, and they will also be punished with a notification and a review under the national flag. They have also realized their mistakes. Do you think this treatment is okay?"

The dean of students wiped the sweat from his forehead. Jun Qi meant the largest shareholder of their school. He didn't dare to be rude.

"Let them apologize to Sang Wu first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

The expression on Jun Qi's face is not good. It can be said that he has already settled down for not beating those three guys up again. Who can accept that his younger brother was inexplicably beaten by three senior students? Also injured.

"Okay, okay." The director agreed quickly, and then waved to Huang Mao San. "Come all over."

Huang Mao glanced at Sang Wu, who was sitting on the sofa over there. He was still a little frightened, but in order to prevent his family from knowing about this, he still moved his feet, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The other two people also followed him. behind.

"I'm sorry...Sang Wu, it's our fault."

"Oh." He responded softly.

Sang Wu's toes touched the ground every now and then, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked his eyes. This was a sign of his thinking, but it was unclear what he was thinking.

What does this mean?

This left a group of people scratching their heads, but this was not a problem for Jun Qi and Su You who had grown up with him.

"He heard it. Go back and stand where you were."

Seeing that Jun Qi didn't want to answer other people's questions, Su You could only wave his hand and let them go back, not to block them like a mountain.

"us……"

Huang Mao wanted to say something more, but after struggling, he walked back dejectedly.

"I feel like the seniors have all endured the disappointment, so please write me a [-]-word letter of review." Sang Wu seemed to have finally thought of a good idea, looking in Huang Mao's direction with a smile on his face.

"Oh, by the way, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's best not to hire a ghostwriter or make typos. The most important thing is that what I want to see is what you wrote to me sincerely, not what you just copied online. Is that okay? "

"Can."

The three of them all replied with a bitter look on their faces, can they say no? In all my years of living, I have never seen anything so frustrating. Being blamed for everything and having to write a self-criticism to that guy is really a bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Although Jun Qi felt that just reviewing and punishing them would be a bit advantageous to them, but as long as it was not a dangerous matter, he would never reject any of Sang Wu's decisions, but after that, the three of them still needed to hammer and toss before they knew what not to say. Nor should it be done.

This matter also came to an end under Sang Wu's "understanding", but the injury was really eye-catching. When I returned that afternoon, I received double concern from my father and mother.

Because his injury was seen by his classmates, Sang Wu could not directly recover, but only slightly accelerated the adhesion of cell tissue.

early morning.

Jun Qitian was picked up by the crew before dawn. Su You also had something to do today, so Sang Wu was the only one who went to school.

"Baby, you really don't want the driver to take you there. Then remember to send a message to your aunt when you arrive."

"Be careful when you go to school. Don't bump into each other again. I'll ask the driver to bring you food at noon. There are so many people in the school cafeteria so you won't be crowded."

"Okay, I understand. Auntie, please go back and sleep in the cage."

……

Under Jun's mother's careful instructions, Sang Wu carried his schoolbag and stepped out of the house. The moment he left Jun's house, the smile on his face slowly faded until it disappeared.

He is actually angry at getting out of bed, but his brother is not here, so there is no need to send out his angry out of bed to the people who want to see it.

In fact, when Jun Qi was around, he preferred to walk to school so that they could stay together a little longer. Although he missed his brother very much, Sang Wu never wanted to be a stumbling block to his brother's career.

Generally speaking, as long as Jun Qi is not around, he will go to a remote corner and teleport directly to school, which is fast and no one will disturb him.

But when Sang Wu walked to where he usually stood today, he felt something was wrong. When he wanted to step back and leave, a red figure appeared behind him.

Mei Ji wore a red cheongsam with manzhushahua patterns embroidered with black thread, which also outlined her graceful figure. She held a bottle exactly like Cang Ming's in her hand.

Sang Wu turned around and looked behind him. Well... a charming woman whom he had never seen before.

He was thinking as he prepared to leave Mei Ji.

"Hey~ little brother, where are you going?"

Mei Ji moved a step in the direction Sang Wu wanted to go, blocking his way.

Sang Wu frowned. He was a little annoyed, but his aunt had said that you should be polite when dealing with women, "I have to go to school, please get out of my way, thank you."

Meiji came here looking for the flashing Life Magic Crystal Powder. This was the first time she had seen the bottle light up outside after carrying it for so many years. Moreover, she had already cast spells on this area, except for two old men practicing Tai Chi and a group of people. The little baby is the only one left by the aunt to perform the square dance.

But... as she got closer, the magic crystal powder stopped responding, and she didn't know what was going on.

Could it be that I found the wrong one again?