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Even if some of these children are not good at studying, so what? At least they have the right to live.

The meeting room over there was soon arranged.

Nanzhi's piece of paper was selected according to grade. There were fewer people in the fifth grade, so the fifth graders came first.

At this time, the class has already started outside.

When the dean reminded Zhao Xiaoyu from Class 6, Grade in the class teacher group to come to the meeting room.

The head teacher asked in the group in confusion.

"Are you coming now?"

Qiao Jialiang replied, "Yes, hurry up!"

The head teacher, who originally wanted to ask what was going on, immediately stopped asking and could only silently go to his class to call the students.

Nanzhi waited quietly. The door of the conference room suddenly opened and Qiao Jialiang walked in with a child.

"Teacher Fang, Zhao Xiaoyu is here!"

After Qiao Jialiang finished speaking, he comforted Zhao Xiaoyu and said, "Don't be afraid, classmate. Just answer whatever the teacher asks you."

Zhao Xiaoyu kept his head down the whole time, didn't say anything, just nodded.

Nanzhi had been looking at the child since she walked in.

The child is a little thin. A fifth grader should be over ten years old, but he looks like a girl of seven or eight years old.

Of course, it could also be that the height is inherited from one's parents.

It's just that this child seems to be very introverted.

Nanzhi thought for a moment, a kind smile appeared on his face, and he said to Zhao Xiaoyu, "Student Zhao, come and sit down!"

"Don't be nervous, the teacher just saw that you were in a bad mood on the playground today, so I wanted to talk to you alone!"

Nanzhi said this and gave Qiao Jialiang a look, asking him to go out first.

Qiao Jialiang took a look and finally closed the door of the conference room. Standing at the door, he was still wondering why the teacher suddenly called the child out to talk during the break?

Wouldn't this delay the children's studies?

No matter what he thought, he still suppressed his doubts. After all, teachers would never do anything bad to students.

After Qiao Jialiang left, Nanzhi sat next to the child instead of sitting opposite him, as this way she would be closer.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoyu lowered her head, sat obediently on the chair, and kept clasping her hands.

Although Nanzhi doesn't understand psychology, she can still see this most basic psychological tension.

She reached out and directly held Zhao Xiaoyu's clasped hands, and said gently, "Don't be nervous, the teacher is not scary, just treat the teacher as an ordinary grandma!"

At this moment, the child's life has appeared in Nanzhi's mind.

It turns out that it wasn't that the child was short, but that her mother was a dwarf, so her height was much shorter.

Because of her mother, this child was gossiped about by many people in the village, and other children in the village laughed at her for having a mother with a child.

As a result, she was bullied by the children in the village. At first, she resisted, but gradually, due to the huge difference in physical strength, she could not win. Resistance only made the other children bully her even more.

And she didn't dare tell her mother.

Because her father worked in another place and only came back once a year, it was already very difficult for her mother to take care of her, so she endured it every time.

That's why she has such a timid personality.

The reason why there was black fog above the child’s head was because of the old people in their village.

When Nanzhi saw the disgusting scene, her hands unconsciously exerted force. By the time she came to her senses, she was shocked.

At this time, the child's hands had been pinched red by Nanzhi.

Nanzhi reacted immediately and hurriedly apologized to Zhao Xiaoyu.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, teacher didn't mean it."

Nanzhi held the child's hand and rubbed it, so that the blood could circulate faster in the red part of her hand that she had accidentally pinched.

Looking at her fair little hands that were pinched red by her, Nanzhi felt extremely guilty.

Thinking that the old man actually dared to treat a child like this, Nanzhi couldn't help but feel angry rising in his heart.

Nanzhi squatted in front of the child and gently comforted Zhao Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu is a good child, and your mother is also a great mother. In fact, you don't need to care about what others say. There are thousands of people in the world. Your mother is just sick, which caused her to be short. But compared with those who have lost their lives or are physically disabled, it is much better."

"You don't have to feel inferior or think that you will be laughed at. They are just jealous that your mother is always by your side and taking care of you!"

"I just envy you for having a good mother!"

"You should feel proud and happy. Next time you are bullied, go tell your mother. Don't let her worry. A mother is strong. You should believe that your mother has the ability to protect you!"

Zhao Xiaoyu didn't know why, but suddenly tears started to fall uncontrollably.

At this moment, all the sadness and grievances suddenly emerged from the bottom of her heart. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she had been looked at with strange eyes by others.

Wherever she went, people were talking about her, saying that she would definitely grow up to be a dwarf like her mother.

She was not afraid all the time, and even in her dreams she found herself becoming a person like her mother, being laughed at and bullied.

She had no ability to resist.

Every time this time came, she would wake up in shock.

No one knew the fear in her heart.

She was very happy every time she grew one centimeter taller. Now she is over one meter tall, 1.3 meters tall, three centimeters taller than her mother.

But those rumors always blew into her ears from all directions.

Even though she covered her ears every time she walked, the sounds still entered her ears clearly.

She recently felt that she was sick and had auditory hallucinations, as if someone was always talking to her in her ears.

Let her kill those who have bad intentions, those who bully her, and those who speak ill of them.

That voice frightened her.

But she didn't dare tell anyone. Every time she couldn't stand it anymore, she would sneak away and hide herself.

But......

Nanzhi hugged the child who had been attacked by rumors since childhood, and felt heartbroken.

This child has psychological problems.

After all, Nanzhi is not a real psychological counselor. This matter must be treated by a psychiatrist.

The child cried in Nanzhi's arms for a long time, so long that Nanzhi felt her body become stiff.

Only when the child's emotions calmed down a lot did Nanzhi let her go and wiped her tears.

"Okay, don't worry, the teachers will take care of everything!"

"Go to class first, the teacher will talk to you later!"

Nanzhi's gentle tone seemed to give the child a reassurance.

The child, who had not looked up, suddenly raised his head the next moment, and a pair of misty eyes met Nanzhi's eyes.

Those pure eyes are full of trust.

Nanzhi was stunned for a moment.