The whole school is waiting for my confession

Jiang Qingyan remembered that at the beginning of school, the boys in their first year of high school were wronged, and all kinds of hints in class meetings were not allowed to smoke.

Especially Jiang Qingyan, who was suspected many times by the teacher for no reason.

But Jiang Qingyan really doesn't know how to smoke. On the contrary, Jiang Qingyan hates the smell of cigarettes. From this point of view, he is still quite popular.

But he couldn't take the initiative to make a small report. After all, it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it and left.

But Ye Yang didn't think that way anymore. In his eyes, Jiang Qingyan was similar to the kind of gangster who smoked, fought and burned his head.

Ye Yang doesn't smoke often either, because he only came home for two days after almost a month in the third year of high school, so he just came here.

There was movement of other people in the men's room, hiding in the cubicle talking and laughing, the smoke filled the air, and it was a decadent scene.

Ye Yang threw one to Jiang Qingyan, but Jiang Qingyan didn't pick it up, and the cigarette fell to his feet.

"Such a disgrace, do you think smoking is bad?"

Ye Yang doesn't look like a rebellious person, at most, he looked like an annoying little boy when he was chasing after Bai Juan.

But now, Jiang Qingyan and him obviously have nothing to say

Jiang Qingyan turned around and left. The toilet smelled flushed, but this was mixed with the smell of smoke, which was comparable to a garbage dump, too smoky.

Ye Yang stepped forward to pick up the cigarette and patted the ashes: "Don't tell me, or I'll say you smoked too."

Jiang Qingyan was obviously not the kind to be threatened by others, so she stopped when she heard the words: "

Can you say that again? "

A few boys inside had finished smoking, greeted Ye Yang, looked at Jiang Qingyan vigilantly, and passed him by.

Jiang Qingyan's face was expressionless, the height and the intimidating power of his eyes made several people lose the battle, they withdrew their gazes and hurried towards the senior year.

Although the three teaching buildings of the school are independent, each floor is connected by a corridor. They walked directly to the third year from the corridor on the fourth floor.

Ye Yang said again: "I'll talk to Bai Juan."

Jiang Qingyan asked back: "Why do you think he will believe you?"

Ye Yang took a breath of cigarettes and patted Jiang Qingyan: "Do you want to try?"

The three boys who had just left suddenly left and came back, each of them looked very unnatural, Jiang Qingyan frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Sure enough, the three of them were followed by a familiar bald middle-aged man.

Jiang Qingyan quickly acted preemptively: "Director! I will report! There is a student smoking here!"

Seeing Jiang Qingyan appearing here, the director asked with a strange expression: "It's you again, Jiang Qingyan, why don't you worry about it every day?"

Jiang Qingyan: ...

"I really don't have one. If you don't believe me, you smell it." He leaned over.

However, the smell of cigarettes on the bodies of these three men with embarrassing brows and eyes was so heavy that Jiang Qingyan smelled too.

The director was dubious.

Jiang Qingyan was about to breathe out at him, but was quickly pushed away by the director.

"Okay, I'll trust you once." The director asked, "Then why are you hanging around here if you have nothing to do? Is there anyone else here?"

When Jiang Qingyan probed, Ye Yang seemed to have hid in the cubicle, and there was no one there.

"I'll digest my food after eating." Jiang Qingyan said, "There are indeed people inside, and they should still be hiding inside."

The director reprimanded the other three people: "Wait here for me." After speaking, he ran in aggressively to arrest them.

Jiang Qingyan suddenly felt the sense of superiority of being a top student at this moment, and said helplessly, "Teacher, don't let them get away."

After a sound of pumping water, the director dragged Ye Yang out.

"Your kid also participated." The director asked, "Report all the classes."

Ye Yang was confused for a while: "Teacher, I just went to the bathroom, I don't smoke."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Qingyan thought to herself: Okay, the birth of an actor?

"The teacher didn't even say you smoked? Why did you deny it in such a hurry." Jiang Qingyan asked.

The director adjusted his glasses: "That's right, you're not asking yourself?"

Ye Yang calmly said, "Teacher, I don't smoke, but I smell smoke, and I saw him smoke with my own eyes." He pointed at Jiang Qingyan.

Perhaps it was because Ye Yang's tone was too sincere and his expression was very real, the director couldn't help but have some doubts about Jiang Qingyan.

"Teacher, do you believe this too?"

Jiang Qingyan thought to herself that she didn't even go into the toilet, so she had to adjust the monitoring. This frame-up was too substandard.

Ye Yang smiled slightly: "Teacher, if you don't believe me, touch his right pocket, I saw he put the lighter in the right pocket."

Jiang Qingyan smiled disdainfully, took out his pocket, and then froze.

When did this grandson put it in his pocket?

Fast enough.

The dean was still skeptical at first, but when he saw Jiang Qingyan's expression, his expression froze: "Take it out."

"Teacher, this is not mine."

Jiang Qingyan handed the lighter to the director's palm: "Director, there must be Ye Yang's fingerprints on it, can I apply for identification?"

"Identify...you still have the ability." The dean was heartbroken, and turned to face Ye Yang, "Which class are you in?"

Ye Yang replied: "Grade Three, Class Five, Ye Yang."

The director took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote down: "Are you a senior in high school hanging out here? Going to the bathroom?"

Not enough homework.

Ye Yang nodded.

The director patted him on the head with the book: "You think I'm a fool, don't you, follow me!"

Jiang Qingyan didn't do anything wrong, so naturally he wasn't afraid, he walked side by side with Ye Yang, and said softly, "It's so dark."

Ye Yang cooperated with a sinister smile: "To deal with you, I can only outsmart you. There is no monitoring in the toilet, so you can't tell."

Jiang Qingyan: "I've been on guard against you for a long time. There is no surveillance in the toilet, and there is no corridor?"

Ye Yang shrugged noncommittally.

Jiang Qingyan was originally full of anger, but now she calmed down, and even had the mentality of "I'll see what you can do".

The director separated the two of them: "Don't whisper."

As soon as they arrived at the office, the director mentioned that they would call the parents. The other three people immediately changed their mouths to admit their mistakes, but the director did not soften their hearts.

Only Ye Yang and Jiang Qingyan came quietly as if they were just visiting.

Jiang Qingyan is an old acquaintance in this place, she took out some snacks from the coffee table and sat down on the sofa.

The director was angry when he saw him like this, Jiang Qingyan handed the snacks in front of him and said, "Help tear it open."

Jiang Qingyan kept her injured right hand in her pocket all the time, and now she stretched it out in the air-conditioned room.

The director was furious, the current students are too crazy, don't they have the slightest awareness to admit their mistakes.

But the director is already more familiar with Jiang Qingyan than he is with the students in his own class. Halfway through the education, he still couldn't help asking: "What did you do?"

"It's a long story." Jiang Qingyan took the snacks from the torn package.

Only then did the director realize that he had really helped him without knowing it.

On the other side, they were educated by the devil. At this time, the people who were weeping bitterly were dumbfounded: Can it still be like this?

*

With such a good student as Jiang Qingyan, the teacher in charge of the class, Mr. Chen, is really ten years old. It was hard for him to take a lunch break, but he hadn't seen him for a long time, so he came to find something for him again.

Teacher Chen knew something was wrong when he received the master's call. Looking at Jiang Qingyan, who was lying sleepy on the director's sofa, he was so angry that his teeth itch: You bastard!

But he was concerned about Jiang Qingyan's current psychological state, and he was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he explained it quietly with the director, trying to make big things into small things.

The director is very principled: "Of course it has to be dealt with according to school discipline. Parents should be called parents, and they should be punished. How can I openly give him special treatment?"

Teacher Chen hated iron but steel, and felt that what the director said was very reasonable, but Jiang Qingyan still had to say a few more words.

But the little ancestor inside still thought that the incident was not big enough, so he had to adjust the monitoring.

Although teachers often say "don't do anything illegal in the classroom, the monitor can see clearly" to scare students, but it is very troublesome to adjust the monitor.

It's not that the adjustment is just adjusted, the process is quite troublesome.

Teacher Chen yelled at Jiang Qingyan who was in the window: "Jiang Qingyan, stop talking, and admit your mistake."

Jiang Qingyan was still disobedient: "This is my business, how can I not say anything, now this is slander, why I didn't do it, I have to admit my mistake."

Teacher Chen was also shaken when he saw Jiang Qingyan's words with certainty: "That's right, Director, what evidence do you have?"

The director said: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but someone saw it. Jiang Qingyan and Ye Yang would report each other in the toilet."

"Ye Yang?"

Teacher Chen walked into the room and saw a boy sitting in the shadow with his back turned to him.

Sensing the gaze, Ye Yang suddenly said: "Ah, teacher, I remembered, classmate Jiang doesn't smoke, I misread."

Jiang Qingyan sat up straight when she heard the words, she didn't understand what this man was up to, did her conscience realize it?

The director was completely fooled by Ye Yang who suddenly changed his words: "Ye Yang, you have to speak responsibly. What's wrong with you? Is this something that can be wrong?"

Teacher Chen was also anxious: "What do you mean? So you really lied?"

The eyes of the whole room were focused on Ye Yang, and he said seriously: "Yes, yes."

Director: "So why are you lying?"

Ye Yang remained calm: "When I saw the teacher at first, I was a little scared, so I wanted to shirk the responsibility... just now, classmate Jiang said that the monitoring would be adjusted, so I was afraid..."

Jiang Qingyan looked Ye Yang up and down suspiciously: This doesn't look like repentance or fear.

But being able to tell the truth, he still has a bit of conscience: "I said I didn't, so I wronged a good person."

Teacher Chen: "It's good that everything is clear now."

The director severely reprimanded Ye Yang a few words.

Jiang Qingyan got up and followed the teacher in charge to leave, but she always felt that something was wrong. When she turned around, Ye Yang looked at herself with the same insidious smile just before the head teacher's spittle.

It's disgusting to see.

On the way back, Teacher Chen patted Jiang Qingyan on the head: "I knew you couldn't do this."

Jiang Qingyan avoided it in disgust: "Aren't you the one who made me admit my mistake just now?"

Teacher Chen spread his hands in embarrassment: "There is no such thing."

Jiang Qingyan looked frustrated: "Oh, even the head teacher doesn't believe her students."

Teacher Chen was ashamed of being told.

Jiang Qingyan strikes while the iron is hot: "You are talking about returning to physical education class, the next class, the opportunity for redemption has come."

Teacher Chen: "Okay, okay, change to free activity class."