Ling Sirui's parents in class two of the third year are a bit strange

At noon, in the teacher's office.

Teacher Ye walked in holding the lesson plan, and saw two young female teachers discussing something in a low voice.

"Have you heard that there is a good teacher in his class. There is a transfer student who is very pitiful. The parents are perverted and beat the child until his face is black and blue."

"Oh my God, how perverted is this parent to do such a thing! He happened to meet Mr. Hao. Mr. Hao is so jealous, he will never sit idly by!"

"I've seen that transfer student. It seems to be Ling Sirui. He looks very cute and cute. How could anyone be willing to attack such a child?"

"Did Mr. Hao say something? He must have called the police!"

Teacher Ye put the lesson plan on the table and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Ms. Ye, you came just in time!" One of the female teachers pulled Mrs. Ye in a spirited manner and said, "Do you still remember that during the parent-child sports meeting last time, Mrs. Hao sent a message in the parent group, and one parent never responded. At that time, did Ms. Huang and you still argue about this matter?"

Teacher Ye was at a loss: "Who can remember this..."

"It's the parent from last time. The child who had the accident this time is the child of that parent. What's his name?"

"Ling Sirui, that child's name is Ling Sirui, the parents don't know what it's called."

"Hey, they're here!" One female teacher elbowed the other, and the two hurriedly separated, sat up straight, and pretended to be serious about grading homework.

Teacher Ye was taken aback, and looked in front of the door, and saw Hao Ke walking into the teacher's office with a small radish head.

"Come, come here." Hao Ke pulled out the chair from his desk and let the child sit down.

Little Luobotou sat on the chair obediently, with two thin legs hanging, looking at Hao Ke eagerly.

"Ling Sirui, I'll rub the bruises away for you. It might hurt a little. If it hurts, just hum." Hao Ke said, took out the ointment given by the teacher in the infirmary, squeezed it into the palm of his hand, and rubbed it on Ling Sirui's face Go, slowly rubbing the blue marks on the child's cheekbones with the strength of the palm.

In the teacher's office, the cool smell of traditional Chinese medicine diffused.

"How can it be like this, I really can't stand it."

"Mr. Hao, have you called the police?" The two female teachers couldn't approve the homework, so they turned around to care for the children on the chair.

I don't know if I don't look at it, I am shocked when I look at it, and I don't know who is so mad that he can deal with such a tender little face!

"Why call the police, he fell it himself." Hao Ke said expressionlessly.

The two female teachers gasped. How could Teacher Hao believe such nonsense?Can a child fall like this for no reason?

"He insisted that he fell it by himself." Hao Ke's expression became colder and colder. Obviously, he thought of the guesses of the female teachers immediately, but in the process of verifying, Ling Sirui did not cooperate, and only said that he fell by himself. of.

When I went to the infirmary, the teacher in the infirmary also said that this was not a mark of being beaten, but it was indeed dropped.

But is it okay to fall out?How many falls did it take to get your face like this?There were bruises on the forehead, cheekbones, and chin. The child's face was already very fragile, and he fell so badly. Hao Ke didn't believe it had nothing to do with the parents.

"Well……"

Ling Sirui snorted lightly.

Hao Ke immediately relaxed the movements of his hands and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Ling Sirui said softly, looking at Hao Ke with misty eyes like a deer, "Teacher Hao's hands are so comfortable!"

The female teachers in the office were heartbroken.

Condemn the parent who brought the child up like this even more!And the floor where the child fell like this!

"You." Hao Ke was helpless, and continued to rub Ling Sirui's face, "It's enough to rub the bruises away, this time I will rub it for you, go back and ask your dad to rub it for you, and ask him to record the video of rubbing your face send to me!"

"But... Teacher Hao... Ling Xu rubs my face, so I can't record a video, and if I record a video, I can't rub my face..." Ling Sirui whispered, "And he doesn't know how to do this, so forget it."

Hao Ke narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Hao, don't be angry, it really has nothing to do with Ling Xu..." Ling Sirui peeked at Hao Ke's face from the edge of Hao Ke's palm.

Hao Ke put down his hands, took out two pieces of paper, wiped off the ointment on his hands, and said to Ling Sirui: "Your father is at home recently, and he is not on a business trip?"

"Ah."

"Then ask him to come over tomorrow." Hao Ke said bluntly.

"This..." Ling Sirui showed embarrassment.

"If you don't want to scream, I'll find a way." Hao Ke stuffed the ointment into Ling Sirui's pocket, looked at his rubbed red face, "Go back to class."

"Okay... okay..." Ling Sirui stood up from the chair and left the classroom office.

As soon as Ling Sirui left, the teachers in the office rushed to give Hao Ke advice on how to deal with such "bad parents".

"If it doesn't work, we'll put him on social news, let him know that the child is not his private property, and he can beat and scold him at will!"

"Yes, yes."

Hao Ke, who has always been jealous of evil, did not speak, and did not immediately support these radical statements.

Sensing that Hao Ke seemed to be in a dilemma, Teacher Ye pulled him aside and asked him what was going on.

"Actually..." Hao Ke said after deliberation, "I think maybe Ling Sirui's father didn't do it on purpose, there may be some misunderstandings, but after the child was injured, Ling Sirui's father was clearly at home, but he let go of it, this incident made me feel more embarrassed. angry."

Teacher Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, do you think Ling Sirui's father is okay?"

Hao Ke thought for a while, then nodded: "He is a little strange, but generally speaking, he still loves children very much. He is willing to do hard work for the children, just for the children to go to our school. Maybe his life will be rougher. , but generally a good guy."

"I understand." Teacher Ye put his hands behind his back, "I still need to meet people and explain it clearly in person. The situation in life is very complicated, so you can't jump to conclusions. Teacher Hao, you just follow the Go at your pace, and if necessary, do a home visit."

Home visits, the ultimate weapon of the class teacher, hit the parent's lair directly, and stifled all problems in the cradle.

In fact, Hao Ke has been planning to make a home visit. After all, Ling Sirui is a transfer student, but he has not been able to find the right time, and Ling Sirui is very resistant to mentioning his home.

Is it possible to bypass Ling Sirui, make a home visit, and meet Ling Xu directly?

Hao Ke frowned, thinking of Ling Xu's experience of walking so fast and disappearing in the blink of an eye that night in order to avoid his question, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Forget it, let's find a way to get Ling Sirui's father to meet him at school.

Hao Ke called Ms. Shu, and asked her to arrange the dates when the parents needed to cooperate with the class, and brought Ling Sirui's parent on the 14th to the front.

"The most recent one is... the day after tomorrow's theme blackboard report, and parents are needed to help." Miss Shu looked at the class schedule and reported.

"Very good, change the person in charge to parent No. 14, send a notice in the group, Aite him, if he ignores, chat with him in private until he answers." Hao Ke said decisively.

"Okay...okay." Miss Shu took out her mobile phone, staring at the screen and typing.

After a while, Ms. Shu rushed over holding her mobile phone: "Hao, Mr. Hao, we're in touch!"

"Oh?" Hao Ke looked up from the lesson plan, a little surprised, he thought it was going to be a protracted battle, "What did he say?"

"He said..." Miss Shu read out Ling Xu's reply, "He can't draw blackboard newspapers."

Hao Ke: ...

Hao Ke: "That's it, is it gone?"

Miss Shu said tremblingly: "Yes, he only said this."

Hao Ke took a deep breath: "Give me the phone."

Miss Shu immediately handed over the phone, as if throwing a hot potato.

Hao Ke pressed the voice button and said, "You don't need to know how to write on the blackboard. Parents come to the school to help. Knowing what the children are doing is a good opportunity for parent-child communication. Please be sure to come on time."

After finishing speaking, Hao Ke stared at the chat box.

He still remembered the last time, when he asked Ling Xu what to do, Ling Xu directly threw him a picture of a seagull with fingers, which made him half dead.

The other party is typing...

[Private Chat] Ling Xu: Good

Hao Ke stared at the word "good" in surprise.

Why did you agree so easily?

Hao Ke was surprised, and Ms. Shu was even more surprised.

Seeing Hao Ke staring at the screen, she didn't speak for a while, so she leaned over to look: "Huh?"

Miss Shu exclaimed: "He actually agreed."

Then, he held the folder and complained a little resentfully: "I explained to him how to do a large blackboard newspaper and why I asked parents to come to school to do the blackboard newspaper, but he ignored me, really."

Hao Ke returned the phone to Ms. Shu: "It would be great if you could add him. You don't know how troublesome it was when I added him back then."

"Teacher Hao has a solution!" Ms. Shu looked at Hao Ke with sparkling eyes, adoring her face.

That night, the old dilapidated rental house was pitch black.

In a place invisible to the naked eye, in a pure white space.

Ling Xu raised his left hand and struck forward with flaming spiritual power.

The little pure white fox on the white wall scrambled for a while, but was finally overtaken by the flames, and then was thrown high, face down, and fell headlong on the ground.

"Pa-ta", the little fox fell to the ground, revealing its belly, like a dead fox.

"Let's stop here today." Ling Xu moved his wrist.

Ling Sirui, who had finished training in the white "field", turned back into a human form, whimpered, and fell down on the sofa.

Ling Xu stepped out from the white door, and when his figure landed on the sofa, Ling Sirui subconsciously shrank his legs: "Woooo..."

"Don't cry." In the darkness, the man said coldly.

Ling Sirui blocked his mouth with his small fist.

"These two days of training are not bad." Ling Xu said, "Your speed and responsiveness have improved, but your strength is still too weak."

"Hey..." Ling Sirui accidentally let out a little cry again.

Ling Xu turned around, and the street light from outside the window came in. Against the backlight, his figure looked particularly oppressive: "Ling Sirui, I think you have to get rid of your love for crying first. How about this, after you cry, I'll hit you just once."

There was silence in the room.

It seems to be silently accusing this kind of crude stick education.

At this time, Ling Xu's phone vibrated, it was WeChat!

Ling Sirui immediately took a peek and saw that there were only two people added to Ling Xu's WeChat account. One was Wan Jianguo who would forward chicken soup and health jokes to Ling Xu, and the other was Mr. Hao.

Could it be that Teacher Hao sent the message to condemn Ling Xu and rescue poor Ling Sirui?

Ling Sirui looked over expectantly.

I saw Ling Xu picked up the phone, looked at it twice, and put it back into his clothes.

"What... what's the matter?" Ling Sirui asked tentatively.

"Your class is going to run a newspaper," Ling Xu said, "Let me go the day after tomorrow."

Ling Sirui looked at him in surprise: "You, you agreed?"

Ling Xu scratched his abdominal muscles through his clothes, and seemed a little restless: "Hmm..."

"You actually agreed! What if the secret is revealed? Our "Person Permit" is finished!" "Ling Sirui also became anxious. Originally, he didn't agree to this matter, thinking that Ling Xu would definitely not agree, so he followed Ling Xu's previous tricks to fool Mr. Hao, and it would be fine to just come here, work overtime, go on a business trip. No matter what it is, as Ling Xu is an adult, it is impossible for Mr. Hao to force him to go to school.

Ling Xu turned his face and looked out of the window. He didn't answer Ling Sirui, because he didn't know why, but when he heard Hao Ke's voice from the female teacher's WeChat voice, he agreed.

After being separated for such a long time, I don't know how Hao Ke is doing now, whether he has fully recovered, or...doesn't remember anything about that day?