My bamboo horse can destroy the world

The current scene can be said to be very embarrassing. Song Lin really doesn't have much communication with the head teacher. After all, he has been playing truant almost since he entered high school.

In my impression, the class teacher is an old man who is serious and a little too much. Sometimes his mouth is a little bit bad but his intentions are good, so the whole class still respects him quite a lot.

Now this respected and respected old teacher is standing not far away with a serious face, using the unique tone of a strict teacher: "Song Lin, come to me here."

This sounds like a concept that a student who has done something wrong is told by the teacher "come to the office and ask the parents".

Brother Xiong and others at the side didn't interfere, either standing or sitting as if they wanted to watch Song Lin's good show.

"It's not time for school right now." Song Lin spread out his hands, with cheap rings on his fingers, and exaggerated piercings in his ears. The head teacher couldn't even believe that this was his student.

"Even if it's not school time, I'm still your teacher!" The head teacher's face turned black, "You go home now, and let your parents bring you to school tomorrow."

"Isn't it just for further education?" Song Lin tilted his head, put his hands in his pockets, shrunk his shoulders, "Do you think I won't pass the university entrance exam?"

The homeroom teacher was choking. Song Lin almost rarely came to class, but his grades were always in the middle and upper reaches. Every time he came to take an exam in a hurry, he disappeared without a trace within a minute after finishing the paper. The head teacher always thought that this was a child with personality, but now the problem is more serious than he imagined.

Song Lin is definitely not stupid. On the contrary, he has an extraordinary understanding of some things that have the correct answers. In addition, Qu Yuanhan is a very versatile teacher. Song Lin has never made a mistake in his studies.

"You don't look like a student now!" Although he didn't have the same weird hairstyle as the group of socially dressed people behind him, his face clearly showed that this child had gone astray.

"Then the teacher told me what it means to look like a student?" Song Lin didn't want to lose face in front of Brother Xiong. Although he didn't have any problems with the class teacher, he couldn't lose his share. No rings? What law says that?"

"This is the school rule!"

"The school rules still stipulate that you can't skip classes. I have been escaping for so long and I haven't seen you how." Song Lin pouted, "In the end, it's because my grades are good that you turn a blind eye to me. Yet?"

The class teacher's lips trembled, his face turned purple from anger.

Song Lin glanced back at Brother Xiong, who was watching the show, and grinned: "Brother Xiong, you don't need to worry about this matter. This person is quite troublesome. Let me coax him away."

Brother Xiong probably felt that there was nothing interesting to watch, so he waved his hand at Song Lin, and took out a cigarette on his own. Song Lin immediately took out the lighter in his pocket and lit it.

Song Lin watched Brother Xiong and the others turned and left with bored faces. Brother Chao still remembered turning his head to look at Song Lin, and Song Lin returned a big smile.

"Look at what you look like now!" The homeroom teacher yelled at Song Lin once he got a chance to be alone, "You are a dog leg of a bastard now!"

"There's nothing wrong with being a dog leg." Song Lin watched Brother Xiong and the others leave, and then murmured after a long time, "Teacher, where do you live, I'll take you back."

Song Lin's sudden softening attitude made the class teacher stunned.

"I must have a good talk with you." The head teacher is a soft-spoken character, and Song Lin's softening attitude also calmed him down.

"Teacher." Song Lin pulled the head teacher's clothes and started to walk outside West Street, "Why did you come here, isn't this... a red light district?"

The head teacher's face froze, obviously there was something unspeakable.

Of course Song Lin also knew that the head teacher would not be the one who came here, he was well informed, the head teacher had a harmonious family and lovely children, so there was no reason to come here.

"Look, there are things you can't talk about. I don't ask, and you don't ask me if I can do it?" Song Lin tried to discuss it with the head teacher.

"I am your teacher, it is impossible to ignore you."

The head teacher's stubbornness made Song Lin sigh: "I'm almost there."

"……kindness?"

"I'm an adult." Song Lin stopped walking back with the head teacher, turned his head and smiled at the head teacher, "After that, my dad doesn't care about me anymore, what else do you care about me?"

The head teacher is not a fool. He has never seen any kind of family in his teaching career for so many years. He can make up the complicated family background behind Song Lin in one sentence, and suddenly he doesn't know what to say.

"But speaking of it..." Song Lin was about to reach the West Street exit, "Why are you here?"

He was patronizing the education of the students, and suddenly thought of his own business, the head teacher's face froze instantly, he actually forgot the business.

"Although I'm an errand runner, I know him well in West Street." He simply forgot what he said just now that he should not pursue it, "I can help you if there is anything you need."

The head teacher's face changed a few times, and finally fixed on the black face: "Have you seen Yang Li in the class?"

Yang Li?

In Song Lin's mind, a slightly thin girl with mushroom hair and school uniform appeared.

"His parents called and said she hadn't come home. I asked my classmates and said that someone saw her running towards West Street."

"That's it." Without saying a word, Song Lin took out his old mobile phone and dialed, "Hello? Brother Chao, I'm Linzi, do me a favor and find someone... a girl, about the same size as me, with a mushroom head, Wearing glasses looks pretty good, I guess I don’t come here often... Maybe I wear school uniforms?...Well, okay, thank you Brother Chao, I’ll treat you to noodles later.”

After hanging up the phone, Song Lin tilted his head and looked at the head teacher.

"Do you have a photo? Brothers have to see it to know how to find it."

"...Yes." The homeroom teacher didn't expect Song Lin to have this ability, and was quite surprised.

"Bluetooth." In this era, there are very few people who still use Bluetooth, but Song Lin is unwilling to give his contact information to the head teacher. Just imagining it feels troublesome.

After sending Yang Li's photo to Brother Chao, Song Lin sat directly on the curb in an easy manner, and the head teacher looked anxious and about to move his legs at any time.

"Don't worry, rely on friends outside, you know the school well, I know West Street well, as long as she is here, I can't find her!"