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The child who ignored him before had been haunting Mr. Luo's heart for the past few days, and he felt uncomfortable. He thought about it and was still afraid that his little things would suffer, so he planned to sneak in and observe while picking him up from school.

It was easy to get in at the school. He told the security room that it was inconvenient for the child to come out by himself, and then called Principal Fang to prove it. Luo Zijun scurried to the back door of the classroom.

Obviously he did nothing wrong, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his back. Teacher Luo felt a little guilty.

The back door was ajar, and the backs of a group of children could be seen. Du Chengyi was sitting in the row by the window, with his back straight, and his handsome appearance stood out from a group of peers.

When school was over, most of the children in the class were sorting their schoolbags and talking in twos and threes. Only Du Chengyi was alone, and he didn’t strike up a conversation with others, and no one struck up a conversation with him. He lowered his head, put things in one by one, and then Check the belly of the table carefully.

Luo Zijun found that the kid who ignored him yesterday was sitting diagonally behind Dudu, surrounded by two boys, and one of them asked him loudly, "Why can't Duchengyi come to your birthday party?"

The kid lifted his chin and snorted, "Because I didn't invite him, he's not qualified to come."

Du Chengyi paused while arranging his schoolbag.The children around all laughed, they just acted as if they couldn't hear and understand Dudu, so they were even more unscrupulous.

Dudu was carrying his schoolbag and wanted to leave through the back door, but was stopped by one of the boys: "Duchengyi, do you want to go to Lin Xiaoyuan's birthday party?"

Dudu smiled: "No, I'm not familiar with you." He strode around others and left, leaving behind a group of classmates who were looking at each other.

When he reached the door, Luo Zijun suddenly appeared and blocked him: "get out of class is over?"

Du Chengyi was taken aback for a moment, and a look of surprise suddenly popped up on his face, like a black and white photo suddenly dyed in color.Luo Zijun wrapped his arms around his shoulders and left.

My son, awesome.

"I found that since you raised Dudu, you have been paranoid all day long because you are afraid that he will be bullied."

On weekends, Luo Zijun took his little things to Xu Chen's house for a meal. He said that children are so used to not learning, but he perfectly reproduced the class consciousness of adults.

Xu Chen laughed that he was a little too worried. His point of view was actually a bit similar to Fang Yiting's. Children naturally have their own solutions, so it's better to let nature take its course.

Luo Zijun said "呵——" through the gap between his teeth.

He said: "I don't know who it was that was saddled in front of someone back then, that's in a hurry."

Li Liang used orange peels to throw Luo Zijun.

Dudu watched happily, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and two dimples appeared in his smile.

Li Liang fed fruit into his mouth and said, "How about I get some autographed photos for you to send?"

Nowadays, children start chasing stars when they are very young, and it is almost impossible to win over stars with autographs on them.

"How do you know there are fans of you in their class?!" Luo Zijun was lying on the sofa flipping through magazines, while lazily trying to get Du Chengyi to pluck his hair, but the child ran away.

Teacher Luo is not very happy.

Xu Chen said: "From the age of 80 to the age of 5, there are fans of my baby."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is so sour, I have a toothache, okay, your baby is the best looking, who doesn't have a baby yet."

Xu Chen smiled: "That must be him the best looking."

Du Chengyi ate oranges beside him for a long time without saying a word, and then choked out a sentence: "Uncle Luo looks good."

Xu Chen trembled and almost smashed the pots and pans to the ground.Luo Zijun smiled triumphantly, and little flowers bloomed in his heart in the winter.

In fact, Mr. Luo worried that Dudu was being bullied at school was totally unnecessary.

Because Du Chengyi doesn't care, he has come all the way in the orphanage since he was a child, and has developed a mentality that it is best to make friends with me, and I can play with myself if no one makes friends with me, read books, write small diaries, I don't feel alone at all.

Yes, Duchengyi has a habit of keeping a diary, which I learned from Xu Chen before. Xu's father likes to write plans, and he likes to keep a diary.Because it takes a lot of effort to speak, he prefers to write after he knows how to read.

Every day after class, when he doesn't go to the toilet, drink water, or rush homework, he likes to take out a small notebook and draw and paint. It doesn't matter if he laughs or fights in the class.

"Can you stop following me to the toilet?!"

"Meddle in your own business, I'll tell you! Do you think you want to skip class after being in the toilet for so long! I'm going to tell the teacher!"

A man and a woman quarreled next to Du Chengyi. The girl was his deskmate, and the boy was another well-known "Skin King" in the class.The boy was so strong that he kicked the desk of Duchengyi. His nib slipped, and a long black line was poked on the diary, and a small hole was also torn in the paper.

Du Chengyi stopped writing and stared at the boy with a look of ruthlessness in his eyes for an instant.

"What are you looking at, deaf man!" The boy looked arrogant, but his voice was trembling.

Dudu pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

"Deaf! Deaf! Slightly, slightly... hit me!"

Du Chengyi dragged the table back and ignored him.

During the break of the second class in the afternoon, Dudu went to the bathroom, and when he walked to the door, he saw his deskmate and Pi Dawang arguing with their waists up.

The girl was in a hurry to sue the teacher, but the boy blocked the door of the toilet and refused to let her go. The two remained deadlocked.

Du Chengyi walked over expressionlessly, pushed the girl into the toilet, and stood at the door by himself.

"The deaf meddles!" the boy cried, pointing to his face.

Du Chengyi said: "You go in, I'll call the police, you go to jail, understand?"

Although the children in the third grade don't understand what jail is, they are more or less aware of it. In the boy's young heart, the police are still a bit of a deterrent.

The child said again: "The police station is next door."

"Prince King" was obviously scared and flinched, but before returning to the classroom, he pushed Du Chengyi hard. Dudu couldn't stand still, and fell to the door of the toilet, hitting the threshold with his palm and scratching.

He silently got up and wiped away the blood.

At first, everyone thought that this matter would be over for this reason, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the third class in the afternoon, the homeroom teacher suddenly ran in and called Du Chengyi out.

In the principal's office, Fang Yiting, the dean, and their homeroom teachers were all present, assuming a three-session trial.Fang Yiting frowned at him, and the dean looked domineering.

The head teacher asked Du Chengyi: "Someone said that you followed your deskmate into the women's bathroom after class, is that true?"

Dudu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly reacted.It's good that the villain will file a complaint first.

"No."

When he replied like this, he also knew that his one-sided words were useless. The people in front of him had already preconceived that he did it, and there was no probe at the door of the toilet, and ten mouths couldn't tell clearly.

Sure enough, those teachers didn't believe it, and called Luo Zijun to the school.

Fang Yiting probably explained the situation to him on the phone. When Luo Zijun rushed into the office, he dragged Du Chengyi up and down to look for a long time: "Is everything okay?"

The child quietly hid his hands behind his back: "It's okay."

Luo Zijun caught a glimpse of it, grabbed his palm, opened it, and saw a bright red wound inside, the blood had stopped flowing, but it hadn't been treated, and the white skin looked quite hideous.Luo Zijun narrowed his eyes.

"This parent, the school alone is not enough for children's quality education." The dean tapped his knuckles on the table.

"It's not me." Du Chengyi whispered, looking at Luo Zijun with anxious and soft eyes.He doesn't care if others misunderstand him, only Uncle Luo can't, he must explain clearly.

Luo Zijun touched the child's soft hair, and mouthed "it's all right" to him, like a pot of warm tea slowly flowing into the child's heart.

"It's definitely not him. I hope all the teachers can investigate clearly."

"How do you know it's not him?"

"He said it wasn't him."

"How can a child's one-sided words be believed?!"

The dean is an old-fashioned middle-aged woman in her 50s. She is serious and dogmatic. She has always adhered to a strict educational policy for students' grades and moral education. Sometimes, she would rather kill a hundred than miss one.

Luo Zijun leaned back on the sofa, raised his legs, and glanced sideways at the middle-aged dean.

"If you don't believe what your own child says, how can I believe someone else's?"

The dean's face at this moment was a bit ugly, Fang Yiting almost laughed out loud sitting behind the desk, she could only turn her face away and try to bear it.

When Du Chengyi heard the words "my child", he looked at Luo Zijun in astonishment, his eyes were red, and quickly lowered his head for fear of losing his composure, Luo Zijun secretly pinched his little hand.

Teacher Luo is here, and Teacher Luo believes in you.

The office fell silent, the matter was at an impasse, there was no possibility of a probe at the door of the toilet, the truth was all based on one's mouth, or the person concerned, that is, the girl, was asked grandly, "Who the hell wants to go to the toilet with you?" , but this kind of practice is tantamount to public humiliation for a little girl, and it is really inappropriate.

When the adults in the room were racking their brains and thinking, the door of the principal's office was kicked open by "Peng", and Lin Xiaoyuan dragged the little girl involved and stood panting at the door.

Who is Lin Xiaoyuan?It was the rich second generation who met Du Chengyi halfway before and said "he is not qualified to attend my birthday party" without saying a word.

Looking carefully, this child is also quite handsome, with star eyebrows and sword eyes, and wheat-colored skin, he looks very energetic, and he is also expected to be a heartthrob when he grows up.

Lin Xiaoyuan said: "Teacher, I will report that it is Fried Chicken Bucket who must follow her into the toilet. Duchengyi will drive him away!"

Lin Xiaoyuan spoke with a straight voice, and the girl next to her kept nodding her head, not showing any embarrassment: "It's the fried chicken bucket, you must follow me! He has pestered me several times, I said If you want to sue the teacher, he will beat me!"

The class teacher asked: "Who is the fried chicken bucket?"

Lin Xiaoyuan said: "The fried chicken bucket is Zhang Yang. He likes to eat fried chicken, so he is called the KFC fried chicken bucket. He also has an older brother named KFC Family Bucket."

Luo Zijun: "...Your class has a rich spare time life."

Du Chengyi: "...It's none of my business, I don't know anything."

That day the teacher dragged Zhang Yang over again, and gave him a tough lecture in front of several people. Zhang Yang was terrified with snot and tears, and promised again and again that he would not do it again, and the incident was over.

On the way home, Luo Zijun thought that the punishment was too light.

Du Chengyi said: "The Zhang family has money, but it's useless."

Luo Zijun stared at him in surprise: "How old are you when you know about money? Don't keep thinking about these grown-ups."

The child replied to him lightly: "Fact."

Teacher Luo went to the pharmacy to buy a Band-Aid and disinfectant, and stood on the side of the street to treat the wound on the child's palm carefully. The people in the pharmacy praised him as a careful father.Dudu rubbed his face against his arm, probably as a gesture of gratitude, and Teacher Luo's tail was so proud that he raised his tail to the sky.

The two of them hooked their hands and walked back slowly like this.

A new dessert shop opened along the street, offering a [-]% discount on new winter products. Snow-white ice cream balls are mixed with mangoes, and then decorated with pink organic strawberries. It looks very appetizing.

Luo Zijun stopped still, and dragged Du Chengyi to walk in: "Okay, I didn't take good care of you. At your age, you should be like other children, mainly eating, drinking and having fun."

Duchengyi fully expressed his desire not to eat ice cream, and repeatedly stated that the beef in the supermarket is discounted today, and if you go late, it will be gone.

But for some reason, Luo Zijun's distressed face still made him reluctantly accept the simplest ice cream ball, and licked it in small mouthfuls.

It's a little cold, but it's so sweet.Du Chengyi is now in his teens, and only two people have bought him ice cream, one is Xu Chen and the other is Luo Zijun.

Teacher Luo tilted his head to see the child's gentle eating, and suddenly showed a sly smile: "It's too cold to eat it all by myself."

As soon as the words fell, he snatched the ball from Dudu's hand, took a big bite at the place where the child had just licked, and licked his mouth with satisfaction: "Baby, you can ask for more, as long as you want, as long as I have .”