Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

April 4, two years ago.

"Patrol car No. 3, call Lin'an 110! Please answer!"

"Patrol car No. 3 received it, and the police are dispatching to Chunxi Alley, please tell me!"

"Patrol car No. 3, call Lin'an 110, what's the situation at the scene?"

"Patrol Car No. 3 received—"

The policeman in black overalls stared in astonishment at the chaotic scene in front of him. There was a faint smell of blood in the air. Young students, men and women, fell on the cold concrete floor. Flowing down, making a rattling sound.

A teenager wearing a rivet jacket knelt on one knee among the fallen crowd, holding a young boy's half-length hair in his hand, with a little blood stained on the phalanges of his fingers.

He let go of his hand, the boy let out a painful □□, his bleeding head fell heavily to the ground, and he passed out soon.

He stepped over the wounded on the ground, walked up to the short-sleeved boy who was kneeling in the corner, casually wiped the blood from his fingers on his jacket, and gently wiped the boy's round and fair forehead with his finger that still smelled of blood. , Wiping away the dried tears from the corners of his eyes little by little.

"You see," he said with a smile, "only I can protect you well."

……

Meng Xi slowly opened his eyes, the light in front of him gradually faded, and the white wall returned to his vision.

"How is it possible! Their files are clean, there is no such thing at all!"

"It can't be so absolute, but I don't think Meng Xi is a liar—"

"You can't even tell that he's lying. Of course you don't think he's lying. Director Zhu, I saw the scene just now. Do you mean I'm lying?"

The headmaster and the director were arguing and asking loudly, and the next second, his arm was held by a warm palm.

Song Huai touched his forehead, it was cold.

Meng Xi turned his head slowly, his eyes swept over the principal, the director, Qiao Lei who was staring at Song Huai and him closely, and the classmates who were whispering behind him, in this group of people who were trying to find out the truth Among them, only one person was irrational and completely inclined to him and stood by his side.

Song Huai has fulfilled every promise he made.

Meng Xi patted Song Huai's hand, as if he had gained great courage from this comfort, and then gave him a sure look.

The principal looked angry, and tried to justify Qiao Lei's name: "What about the 4.13 brawl, such a major social incident, how could our teachers not hear the news at all?"

Although the director wanted to make peace with each other, he couldn't help but admit: "We really haven't heard of such a thing happening."

Meng Xi smiled lightly: "Why haven't I heard of it, the principal should be the one who understands the most?"

When the headmaster heard this, his complexion suddenly changed, and he immediately became ugly.

Meng Xi's words just hit the headmaster's lungs. Why is he protecting Qiao Lei so wholeheartedly? Isn't it because he has too much power to offend him?

If this kind of thing really happened, then for the sake of the child's future, the parents will definitely cover it up for him, and the file will naturally be as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Meng Xi's smile was mocking him mercilessly.

The principal swallowed subconsciously and looked at the director.

"..."

The director laughed awkwardly, and finally started to practice Tai Chi: "Since this is the case, Song Huai has done something wrong. You are kind enough to protect your classmates, but nothing happened, so—"

"Xiao Meng."

Qiao Lei interrupted the director, and he went straight to Meng Xi, with a distance of [-] centimeters between them.

He glanced down, and Song Huai's arm was between them.

Like an insurmountable barrier.

"You once said that I was your best friend, the most intimate brother. We ate together, went to class together, went to Electric City to play games after school, and drank a cup of milk tea with two straws."

He stared fixedly at Meng Xi, his favorite boy reflected in those dark brown eyes.

It seemed that he could only see that one person in his eyes.

Qiao Lei lowered his voice, exhaled softly, and said, "The old man put me under the name of No. [-] Middle School, and drove me to Hong Kong. I was imprisoned in that ghostly place for nearly two years..."

"Xiao Meng, you betrayed me like this?"

Meng Xi turned his head subconsciously.

Such a close distance, as well as a deja vu tone, is like arthritis meeting a rainy day, and it is always easy for him to recall some not-so-good things.

"It's hard to say whether to betray or not."

With a hook of Song Huai's arm, he inadvertently abducted Meng Xi to his right hand, abruptly separating the two of them.

"Principal," he bypassed the topic, and his eyes fell on the principal, "I remember that no matter whether it is a transfer or borrowing, there are conditions for joining our No. [-] Middle School."

This is true. Although many high schools can be transferred if they have money and connections, Fourth Middle School, as a private high school with a low-quality student source, is relatively less concerned about money and pays more attention to the quality of students.

In other words, if you want to transfer to the No. [-] Middle School, you not only have to go through layers of procedures, spend money and contacts, but you also have to take an entrance exam on the surface.

If the grades are unqualified, they will be downgraded and transferred to another school. If the grades are too bad, they may also face the phenomenon of rejection of the application.

A student like Chi Hui, although his family is a little bit difficult, has relatively good grades, good character, and many years of experience as a class cadre. The director specially won a part of the subsidy fund for him, and even reduced part of it. tuition fee.

If it is a high-quality student like Song Huai, the school will not only waive tuition and accommodation fees, but also give him a generous meal allowance every semester.Although Song Huai rejected all these conditions when he entered the school, and was admitted as an ordinary student, it can also reflect the school's love and cherishment of talents, and it is a common means of recruiting students.

As for Meng Xi, his father donated a teaching building to the school, and he was admitted with a low score in his first year of high school, so the transfer rules naturally did not apply.

It can be regarded as a loophole.

These rules are set by the principal and the board of directors. Qiao Lei's application for admission is reviewed by the principal, and no one knows it better than him.

The headmaster suddenly lost his temper.

His expression already showed that there was something wrong, Song Huai smiled slightly: "Qiao Lei transferred to another school, and he should have passed the performance test. But he just said that he stayed in Hong Kong for more than a year, which means that the first year of high school did not start. How long has it been since you left?"

"This……"

"The education model in Hong Kong is very different from that in the mainland. Has Joe received a complete high school education? I wonder how many points he got in our transfer exam?"

Song Huai continued, "As the study committee member of Class [-], it shouldn't be too much for me to care about the grades of new students?"

Tang De: "..."

You care about a fart, you care about hitting someone?

After these few questions, all of them hit the headmaster's point.

Even Qiao Lei frowned.

He hadn't expected his opponent to be so difficult.

"Of course we have all checked this result," the principal said vaguely, "you don't have to worry about it."

"Really?" Song Huai didn't force him to give out his score, "it happens that the weekend is the weekly exam, so we can test the level of new students, so that teachers and students can help him follow up on his study progress."

Everyone:"…………"

You almost said nakedly that you didn't trust him to get in!

Qiao Lei sneered and didn't care at all.

So what if you failed the exam, so what if you didn't take the exam, did he bother to transfer from the No. [-] middle school to study?

Young people are really short-sighted. They don't know that there is another term in the adult world called unspoken rules.

"..."

The headmaster broke out in a cold sweat.

He also forgot that these three students were in the same class, and they could mix up in the transfer exam, but if they really went to study in the same class, the problem must be clearly exposed.

If it's okay to say anything else, the key is Song Huai...

The headmaster had an ominous premonition. If Qiao Lei failed the exam as soon as the results came out on the weekend, Song Huai would probably call and report it to his uncle.

——At the beginning, it was agreed to rely on strength to transfer to No. [-] Middle School. Even Song Huai, a well-known top student in the city, was admitted through formal examinations. Even his grades were sealed in the school files. Can you pass the exam casually?The No. [-] Middle School of Emotion is a noble school?

Although everyone is well aware of this, the reason why unspoken rules are unspoken rules is because they cannot be put on the table.

Song Huai took out his phone, checked the time, and then looked at the principal.

The principal suddenly became anxious and coughed twice: "Student Qiao's foundation is indeed relatively weak, but considering that he is a student transferred from Hong Kong to the mainland to continue his studies, we think it's appropriate after consideration..."

"If I remember correctly," Song Huai interrupted him, "Student Qiao said just now that he was enrolled in No. [-] Middle School, which means that before he transferred to No. [-] Middle School, his student status was in No. [-] Middle School? In other words, he After taking a break from school for a whole year, self-study in Hong Kong, and return to Lin’an, can you still go directly to the second year of high school?”

He smiled lightly, "Is it so easy to suspend school?"

Now, even the director has nothing to say, and there is no way to save the scene.

Suspension of school is a vacation, and it does not mean that you have taken a break from your studies.

If an ordinary student suspends school due to illness, the original school will retain his student status and suspend his studies.

But it doesn't mean that after taking a year or two off and returning to school, you can go directly to the third year of high school.

If Qiao Lei can take advantage of this loophole, the rest of the students can follow suit. Anyway, I don’t like studying, so I can directly graduate from the college entrance examination after a two-year break. Wouldn’t it be easy to spend money to buy a university?Besides, it's not impossible to learn by yourself at home. If so, why not go through the formalities?

Qiao Lei has already done it, why not do it for me?

Sounds good, but isn't this flouting the "Compulsory Education Law"?

"This, this..."

The headmaster is one head and two older. He didn't have much direct contact with Song Huai before, and he never thought that this is a master who tore off a piece of your flesh and asked you to bear the pain and say sorry.

Qiao Lei saw that the principal was in a dilemma, and couldn't help being a little surprised for a while.

What Song Huai said just now, in his opinion, this is not a problem at all. It is really confusing to find a document and directly declare the upgrade, can't you get on the train first and then make up the ticket?

Isn't this kind of thing very simple?How come so many teachers can still be forced to speak by a student?

However, he soon got the answer——

If it's Song Huai, then yes.

"...Student Qiao's grades did not take into account suspension of school and student status at the time."

The principal gritted his teeth, simply avoided Qiao Lei's gaze, and said in a breath, "Since this is the case, then you really shouldn't sign up for the second year of high school."

"Director Zhu, take classmate Qiao to the senior one office to complete the formalities."

The author has something to say: Da Gao. Tide is relatively stuck. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to grind it slowly and try to write better.

Tomorrow, the minimum guarantee of [-] updates will be resumed.

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