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Chen Hao didn't see the eyes of the teachers, and immediately retorted: "What bastard, you are slandering!"

"That's it, then call the police." At this moment, Tan Zhao suddenly said this.

"Call the police? Teacher Su, you..."

"You can't say that. My student not only beat someone, but also slandered students who were younger than him. If you say it big, it's campus bullying. If you say it small, it can't be handled lightly. Since In this way, it is better to kill chickens to warn monkeys, even in the third year of high school, and to fight and kill, and give this classmate Chen Hao an explanation."

This is not wrong, but this is... a campus dispute.

The teachers were about to persuade him, but Chen Hao suddenly couldn't stand it anymore: "No, you can't call the police!" If he calls the police, he can't hide the fact that he took other people's money to teach Feng Xiulan to buy new sneakers!

"Teacher, I forgive classmate Feng Xiulan, and I will not hold him accountable."

After all, he was just a freshman in high school, a student who didn't get out of the society, and he got out of it as soon as he cheated.

"It's not so good, classmate Feng Xiulan treats you like this, little classmate, you can't be so weak and bully?" Tan Zhao said with "concern".

"No, no, no, actually... I did scold him, I'm sorry." Chen Hao finally couldn't hold back anymore.

In the end, whether the parents didn't call, Feng Xiulan compensated Chen Hao for medical expenses, and by the way, he wanted to conduct a school-wide review. Chen Hao apologized for his verbal mistakes, and also wrote a review. As for punishment, of course, there was no such thing.

After this matter was dealt with, it was completely dark outside. Today was Friday, and there were no students on the campus for evening self-study, so it seemed extremely empty.

Tan Zhao walked in front, Feng Xiulan followed him, and they walked side by side when they entered the community.

"...Thank you."

It was so late today, Tan Zhao's hot pot was naturally unfinished. Hearing this, he said, "Student Feng, do you think you are wrong at all?"

Feng Xiulan's footsteps were fast in an instant.

After entering the room, Feng Xiulan was about to shut himself in, but Tan Zhao stopped him with his plaster arm faster than him this time: "If you feel wronged, then you can say it, maybe no one will." Listen, maybe someone will listen, but if you don't say anything, how can you let others help you!"

"I don't need others to help me! Put away your fake kindness!" Feng Xiulan shouted suddenly.

"Then you are willing to be slandered by others? To be pointed at your nose and scolded? If you can choose, no one would be willing. Feng Xiulan, please formalize your identity. No one is born strong, and there is not much a teacher can do. Since If you don’t want it, the teacher won’t do any unnecessary things in the future.” After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he was about to pack his luggage, and since he was paid, he could live on a flat floor without rubbing against others.

No one...is born strong?

But no one helped him, not even his parents and relatives, how could he trust a teacher who didn't teach him much?

It doesn't matter, he will be able to leave this city in less than two months. He will stay away from these people, go to a place where no one knows him, and live a good life.

Feng Xiulan wrapped himself up in the quilt without revealing a trace of skin, but there was silence all around, and the sound of the wheels of the suitcase outside the door was particularly harsh, and he suddenly felt his heart ache, so he wrapped himself up even tighter .

Finally, there was a "Gada" sound outside the door, and the entire flat floor became silent again.

Like, the way it was originally.

"what--"

Feng Xiulan scratched his hair angrily, finally opened the door, and the room that greeted him was cold and silent.

It was himself who pushed away Su Jinglin's help.

Feng Xiulan understood, but...it was too late, he was already strong enough to not need other people's help a long time ago, whether he was punished or chased and beaten, it didn't matter.

Whether it's a broom star or a wolf-hearted dog, he doesn't care anymore.

Feng Xiulan sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. For some reason, he always felt that the room was extremely empty today.

After half an hour of watching TV blankly, Feng Xiulan finally couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the key and went out.

He has always been alone, grew up alone, went to school alone, was beaten alone, and did everything alone. He didn't need to be accompanied, so... Su Jinglin was all to blame.

At this moment, Mr. Su is sitting on the Malatang stall in the night market with a suitcase, eating to his heart's content.Halfway through the meal, I still felt that it wasn't enough. Just about to add another meal, I saw Jia Ge who was wearing a small apron holding the order paper raised his head and looked at him.

"Brother Jia, are you over eighteen years old?"

"Don't tell me!"

The two spoke almost at the same time, and then closed at the same time. After all, the Mala Tang stall is not a good place to talk, especially when this kind of business is very good. Brother Jia left soon, but Tan Zhao didn't think about joining again. meal.

Brother Jia was busy for a while, and when Malatang closed the stall, he searched for Su Jinglin's eye-catching face, so he prepared to go back from get off work.

Just after leaving the night market, I saw Su Jinglin dragging a suitcase at the door.

"What are you doing, mind your own business!"

Tan Zhaogang checked and found that Zhao Jia was indeed eighteen years old. Since the other party wanted to work part-time, he had no position to stop him, not to mention that he could take care of grades: "No, I just want to ask you, is there any A cheap and easy hotel to live in?”

Jia Ge: ...

When it was time to pay at the hotel, Tan Zhao suddenly remembered that there was still 500 yuan that had not been returned to Feng Xiulan, so he transferred 500 yuan to someone on WeChat.

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Brother Jia and went upstairs with his luggage, the WeChat phone rang suddenly.

Hey, it's still Feng's classmate.

Tan Zhao picked it up immediately. Just as he was about to speak, a harsh voice came from the other end: "Call me! Useless things, the employer said, interrupt..."

Hey!

Zhao Jia also heard it, and after a pause in leaving, she saw Su Jinglin, who was still in a plaster cast, posting her luggage to the front desk, and ran out like a gust of wind.

Fuck!This one or two is poisonous.

Brother Jia hesitated for a moment, and finally chased after Su Jinglin.

Tan Zhao's movements are fast. He has been around here for a long time. There are only a few places where he can hide and beat people. The voice call on WeChat is still going on, and he can vaguely hear the sound of the night market not far away. .

Tan Zhaofa ran for 5 minutes before he heard a scream coming from the alley.

This voice belongs to Feng Xiulan.

Fuck, is there any law these days, Tan Zhao rushed in, these few are obviously real gangsters, with more or less hostility on their bodies.

When Zhao Jia arrived, he saw the gangster next to him lying on the ground, Feng Xiulan hugged his legs and huddled inside, Su Jinglin stood in the hollow, obviously angry.

"Brother Jia, call the police."

"Don't order me." But Brother Jia still quickly called the police.

Reported to the police, Tan Zhaoxian asked Jia Ge to send Feng Xiulan to the hospital, and waited for the police to come and take notes at the police station. The police saw that these gangsters were old faces, and with Tan Zhaosan’s identity as the head teacher of Tan Zhaosan Middle School, he immediately had a bottom line. How long did it take to get the result.

Someone ordered, but contacted by phone, these people don't know the identity of the other party.

After Tan Zhao finished the matter and went to the hospital, Feng Xiulan's leg had already received the same treatment as his right hand.

"No fractures, but some fractures..."

Although they are both school bullies, Zhao Jia and Feng Xiulan have nothing to do with each other, and they are not good at talking. The two sat opposite each other, and they didn't have a word to chat until Tan Zhao arrived.

When Brother Jia saw Su Jinglin coming, he immediately picked up his school uniform and left without hesitation.

"Brother Jia, be careful on the road."

Jia Ge waved his hand casually, and quickly disappeared into the corridor of the hospital.

Tan Zhao turned his head and met Feng Xiulan's gaze: "What do you see me doing? Brothers and sisters, are plaster teachers and students debuting in the C position?"

"..." This cold joke is not funny at all.

It's so late, it's a good thing that tomorrow is the weekend, classmate Xiao Feng hurt his leg, and Tan Zhao's hotel can't be accommodated.

"Thank you, Teacher Su."

These words were whispered and awkward, but Tan Zhao could hear them very sincerely.

"Also, I'm sorry."

The boy's clothes were still dirty, and he looked like a kitten who had been bullied: "Well, for the sake of your injury, the teacher will forgive you, but..."

"But what?"

"However, if you encounter such a situation in the future, don't call the teacher and call the police directly. Any behavior that harms others is a violation of personal rights, understand?"

...In fact, he just accidentally touched the WeChat number when he received the transfer notice.

In this regard, Feng Xiulan wisely did not say anything.

Tan Zhao, as the homeroom teacher, of course needed to notify the parents of such a big event, so he called Feng Xiulan's contact person.

It was still the secretary who answered the phone.

It's so late, and the secretary has a bit of a temper. He just said that he will tell Mr. Feng tomorrow.

Then he hung up the phone without mercy, and when he called again, it was a busy signal.

"It's useless, they don't care about me long ago." Feng Xiulan's voice was as calm as the calm moonlight at night.

Tan Zhao opened his mouth, feeling that it was inappropriate to say anything. He has never been very good at comforting people.

But on the second day, when they were discharged from the hospital, a secretary-like person came over with an elite face. After paying the money and asking about Feng Xiulan's situation, he thanked Tan Zhao for his meticulous work. After confirming that Feng Xiulan could solve it by himself, he went To leave with a briefcase.

"Wait a minute, this child has suffered such serious injuries, where are his parents?" Tan Zhao chased out and stopped the secretary at the stairs.

The secretary pushed his glasses and showed an apologetic expression: "Mr. Feng has a business worth tens of millions to discuss, and it's not convenient for him to come here because he's out of town."

"Ten million, is it as important as the safety of your son?" Tan Zhao asked suddenly.