Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Mei Yurong was feeling a little embarrassed. Just now, she heard someone shouting in a high voice, "parents" or "expelled". She thought some parents were coming to make trouble and bully the students, so she was so frightened that she quickly called the Tang boy.

Mei Yurong bit the bullet and came over.

"What happened? Tang Xiao...principal."

Normally, the name 'Tang Xiaozi' goes smoothly, but Mei Yurong almost stopped.

"Aunt Mei, please help me look through it. It's not easy for us male teachers to do anything."

As soon as she heard that this was the case, Aunt Mei felt relieved and readily agreed.

Start from the first cabinet on the left and slowly rummage through it.

Ding Min turned around anxiously. The old lady's hands and feet were too slow.

But no matter how anxious she was, Aunt Mei still rummaged slowly and leisurely, and folded and piled up the randomly bunched clothes when she saw them.

There is a two-hour lunch break at noon. After such a delay, the first class in the afternoon has already started.

But no one moved, waiting for the final result.

Finally, the next one is Song Paner’s wardrobe.

Ding Min didn't care about anything and squeezed directly next to Aunt Mei, staring at her hands.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Mei stopped, glanced at Ding Min displeased, and said:

"Little girl, stand back, no one else comes forward, why are you so special?"

Ding Min was stunned, snorted, and took two steps back unwillingly.

Aunt Mei was also a retired railway cadre. She was bored at home and found a job like looking at the dormitory to pass the time.

As people grow older, she can tell at a glance that this little girl has something wrong with her features and that there must be something wrong in her heart.

So I slowly delayed the time, trying to get the little girl standing against the wall to think of a solution quickly.

But now I couldn't put it off any longer, so I could only reach out and open the cabinet door and start rummaging neatly.

"I didn't find anything. This wardrobe is really well organized. He is a clean and good boy."

Aunt Mei smiled and praised her sincerely.

"Impossible, she must have stolen it. If you look through it carefully, are you blind and didn't see it?"

Ding Min jumped up and down anxiously. He had clearly put it in this morning, so how could he not have it?

"Zhiqiang! This student must be taught well! We must not ruin the reputation of our railway school."

Aunt Mei had something to say, and she didn't stop, and then rummaged through the rest of the cabinets.

"Aunt Mei, it's my fault, please don't be angry."

Tang Zhiqiang apologized sincerely. This old Mrs. Mei was her mother's leader. She had been an official all her life, but she didn't expect to be scolded by a little girl.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhiqiang looked at Ren Mei and said: "Teacher Ren, as a class teacher, in addition to teaching students cultural knowledge, you should also teach them how to behave. Our Railway Middle School students must be civilized, polite, and have excellent high moral standing."

Tang Zhiqiang made an impassioned speech, but Ren Mei did not dare to refute, and secretly cursed Ding Min in her heart. This niece was really mean, and she should not let her fool around.

"Principal, I will definitely strengthen students' quality education when I go back. Student Ding Min, think about it carefully, where did you put your money?"

Ren Mei winked at her niece and asked her to tell her where the money was hidden.

But Ding Min was already panicking. She remembered clearly that after Song Pan'er left, she waited for a while, and when all the other roommates had left, she put the money in Song Pan'er's cabinet.

I still waited until class was about to start before running to the office to get my homework. What on earth was going on! Ding Min was so anxious that tears fell down.

Seeing Aunt Mei finish rummaging through the cabinets, she started rummaging through the bed again. She searched the entire dormitory and found nothing.

Tang Zhiqiang finally announced: "Classmate Ding Min, no one in the dormitory has stolen your money. You can think about it yourself and see if you forgot where you put it. Teacher Ren Mei will help you find it. In addition, you can borrow the school radio before recess tomorrow." For your use."

"Okay, let's all disperse!"

After Tang Zhiqiang finished speaking, he took the lead and left first.

Let Ding Min cry as much as she wants, that's what happened.

She didn't dare to call the police. Firstly, there was no evidence, and secondly, she couldn't say that she deliberately put money in other people's cabinets to frame them.

I can only guess that when she was hiding the money, people from other dormitories passing by saw it and took it away, so she had to forget it.

Ding Min really lost his wife and his troops this time.

She couldn't clean up Song Pan'er, and she also lost five hundred yuan, which she had stolen from home.

The aunt also called herself a waste, which caused her to lose her image in front of the principal.

Ding Min was extremely sad. She didn't do well in her classes in the morning. She really lost five hundred yuan. How could she explain it to her parents?

The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and Song Paner was very satisfied, but she was still a little upset.

This time I directly confronted the class teacher, and it was almost a falling out. I'm afraid I'll have to be careful in the days to come.

Fortunately, you don't have to be afraid. If the soldiers come, the water will be blocked and the earth will cover it.

If Ren Mei bullies her, she will go to the principal's office to file a complaint. Otherwise, there are people we know in the education bureau nearby. The new director was promoted by me, Song Pan'er.

Song Pan'er thought shamelessly.

Ren Mei's revenge came quickly. Song Pan'er hadn't even admired Ding Min's miserable look of swallowing her anger for two days when she heard the news that her essay had failed.

Song Paner had expected it a long time ago and was not too disappointed.

You don’t need to rely on this school-level essay selection to prove your writing skills.

The two short stories I submitted before have received replies. Although only one was accepted, Song Paner is still very satisfied.

He happily put away his royalties and started running to the library again.

Behind the school library is a row of bungalows with more than 20 rooms.

Most of the rooms are used as dormitories for single teachers from out of town, but the three outermost rooms are separated and used as mailrooms, canteens, and a telephone room.

Before Song Paner went to study in the evening, she went to the phone room to call her grandma and asked her if she had eaten well in the evening.

"My eldest granddaughter, my mother-in-law eats the bean stew. Our two pools of beans are ripe, so we have to eat them quickly, otherwise we will get old. There are also foreign persimmons and cucumbers. There are many young and old, and I can't finish them." ."

"And your Panpan, he gnawed all the small cucumbers growing under the cucumber seedlings. I punished him not to eat at night."

"Nai caught a little piglet yesterday and raised it for a few months. Then he will kill it and eat the meat during the Chinese New Year. Nai will stew big bones for you to chew on so that he can grow taller."

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From the moment she answered the phone, Song Paner asked Qian, "What did you eat at night?" '

Mrs. Qian never stopped talking on the other end of the phone. She wanted to tell her granddaughter all the big and small things at home.

Song Pan'er's grin grew wider and wider. The female classmate on the phone next to her looked at her as if she was crazy, then turned around and said something to the other person on the phone.

Song Pan'er ignored her and chatted with her for a while before hanging up the phone and paying more than six yuan for the phone bill.

The boss of the phone room smiled brightly and paid two cents a minute. It was rare for a student to pay more than six yuan a minute.

After chatting with grandma for half an hour, Song Paner was like a car with a full tank of gas, full of power.