All the wealthy families read minds and eat melons, and the fake daughter is revealed again

Wu Jiawen turned to the girl next to her and expressed her "smart opinions". She thought she would be recognized, but the girl looked at her with an intolerable expression and rolled her eyes.

"Haven't you heard a sentence? If you are stupid, you should learn to shut up! If you talk less, you can avoid exposing your IQ flaws!"

Wu Jiawen:? ? ?

She was scolded for no reason, and she was so angry that she almost stood up, her eyes wide open, and her voice became sharp with excitement: "Who are you calling stupid?!"

The girl snorted coldly, not at all frightened by her anger, "I'll scold anyone who takes the initiative to challenge me."

Although Wu Jiawen had an argument with the girl, it was not too conspicuous in this large conference room, because the students on the scene were talking in all directions and it had already become a mess.

Seeing that these students were not afraid of him at all, Su Tutu turned to look at the host teacher beside him.

"Teacher Liu, you kindly invited me to come to your school to give a lecture. What's going on now? Is this your way of hospitality?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man who had been hiding behind the wall of the back corridor for a long time walked out and said loudly: "Yes, this is our way of hospitality!"

After the host teacher saw the person clearly, he suddenly seemed to have seen a savior, his eyes lit up.

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, the boy pointed at the stiff Ou Zhuangxing and said, "You are not Su Tutu!"

Liang Zimei turned pale: "Him!"

I had never heard of Ou Zhuangxing's style for a long time. Even if we had any interactions with him on a daily basis, I would only assume that he had heard about it. After all, there was no such person outside every circle.

Anticipating that Principal Wen would suddenly appear, Liang Zimei felt nervous. She subconsciously turned back and glanced at the small screen. Seeing that these annoying things had not been turned off yet, she regretted that she had to rush forward to turn them off.

"Isn't that right? Don't you ever look at the school's official website?"

Looking at me, who looked so old but actually smiled with a hidden knife, Liang Zimei felt aggrieved and gritted her teeth and said, "He's right."

Based on Ou Zhuangxing's understanding of lower-level leaders as a counselor, I should tell the students that they want to leak or spread what happened today to avoid having a bad impact on the school.

We are all still young, and we should not have a dark future, but because we chose a demonic mentor who dehumanizes us, we are lying outside the hospital, fighting the disease physically, and being mentally tortured by Liang Zimei. Our family is forced to accept that our child has cancer. The fact is that he is burdened with huge medical expenses.

Um? ?

Wu Jiawen immediately came over, opened the way for me, and introduced to the students: "Students, that is your principal of W Elementary School."

Just now, several teachers and counselors worked hard for a long time to control the situation. I made everyone silence instantly with a gesture.

But hearing my preaching tone, Liang Zimei couldn't help but feel happy, "Principal Wen, how can you listen to the rumors like those big kids when there are unverified things? What's more, it's their school You are invited to come over to give a lecture and retreat to academic sharing, but what is projected on the screen is the PPT you prepared, but those things. Should they give you an explanation for the victim? You now slightly believe that your school invites You came to give a lecture on personal leave, and I deliberately designed to frame you!"

Hearing this, no student could help but let out a "poof" and said disdainfully: "You are so thick-skinned!"

The collusion of interests and the intertwining and involvement of human relationships are far deeper and darker than those special people imagined. We have a way to defend our rights and even seek justice. After studying hard for nearly seventy years, in the eyes of these people, we are actually Only worthy of being reduced to nameless “academic consumables”? !

Being stared at by so few eyes, Su Tutu's scalp felt numb and he stood up tremblingly, "Principal, principal, you... you are Su Tutu."

In fact, in terms of tolerance, the age difference between Liang Zimei and Principal Wen is very small. I pride myself on being young, but I am still a little behind Principal Wen. In front of me, I feel that I don’t have the aura to be inferior. The feeling on my head.

Ou Zhuangxing suddenly raised his eyes.

Before Liang Zimei left, thunderous applause and cheers rang out outside the small conference room that could not accommodate hundreds of people. The students looked at Principal Wen, who was meeting for the first time, with cold eyes, and eyes shining with excitement.

"He is the hot woman who signed our admission notice!"

The principal heard that he was worried and said: "Professor Su, don't get excited. What is fake is true, and what is true is true. As long as he has a guilty conscience, he will naturally be afraid of investigation. Is he right?"

The students present may not be able to 100% believe that what was projected under the PPT is true. After all, we have verified it. However, based on the principal’s connections, it is not difficult to know whether the not-so-secret news is true.

But how can a special family withstand such a small blow?

You were standing very close, and you didn't know what the old editor was about to publish outside the group. However, the last second, you heard Principal Wen ask: "One thing, which classmate is Ou Zhuangxing? Please tell me." Hold your hand or stand up to signal."

But hearing it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

It is difficult for students who can study for a Ph.D., and it is even more difficult for students to study for a doctor of medicine at such a top university.

The students knew Principal Wen, but Liang Zimei probably knew him. Although we studied the same subjects and fields, there were only so many academicians, so it was possible that those who had been hanging around outside the academic circle all year round were this old.

The students looked at the people who suddenly appeared and were a little puzzled.

You wanted to pretend to have heard it, but the boy next to you knew your name. Seeing that you were deliberately squeaking, he simply raised his hand and whispered: "Principal, over there!"

"I don't know, I've never seen it."

Principal Wen seemed to see that I was guilty and smiled, "Professor Liang Zimei, if you want others to know, you have to do nothing but yourself. The equipment is always turned off, but the things that have been done are covered up, and the people's hearts are also very cold." It’s hard to get warm again.”

From the moment he saw Uncle Su leaving in embarrassment, Su Tutu had no inkling that it was Xiang. Now that he heard his name from the principal's mouth, Su Tutu felt even more inexplicably guilty.

In a sea of ​​military green camouflage uniforms, Su Tutu was wearing dim casual clothes. We saw you almost at a glance.

Principal Wen waved his hand with a smile, signaling the students to calm down.

Thinking of that, Principal Wen sighed deeply in his heart, with a faint smile on his face: "Professor Liang Zimei, regarding the projection equipment, you will try your best to investigate and give him a reasonable explanation. As for the authenticity of the contents outside the PPT , you have the final say, you will report it truthfully, please ask the relevant departments to pay attention and launch an investigation."

"Who is he? Do you know him?"