I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

The client switched from grinding and chirping to making quick decisions at once, and Wen Yu couldn't react to the switch.

"Is there a question?" The girl raised her eyebrows, but her simple questioning movements seemed extravagant due to her own temperament.

Wen Yu's gaze moved down to her school badge, Song Qiulin.

A name that sounds familiar, is it the one that Fang Yang keeps chanting in her ear?

"Five points will be deducted for being late for 15 minutes, and if the monthly score is less than [-], the public review will be made by reading [-] characters at the morning meeting." Song Qiulin reminded her.

"Oh." Wen Yu nodded. Anyway, she was used to reading the review, and waved to her leisurely before leaving, "Goodbye, classmate."

The boy at the beginning saw her go and ran over with small steps, looked up at Song Qiulin, "Sister, did she make things difficult for you?"

Song Qiulin glanced at him, did not continue the topic, but said: "Compared to her, I hope you can give me less trouble."

The boy who was warmed by Song Qiulin's help just now was thrown into the Antarctic glacier and shook his body, "I'm sorry senior, I won't do it next time."

Song Qiulin pursed his lips and looked at Wen Yu's leaving back without replying.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you can still enter the classroom 15 minutes ago."

A few boys passing by hurriedly ran past Wen Yu, their sneakers rubbing against the ground making screeching sounds.

Hearing this, Wen Yu quickened her pace a little, opened her legs and stepped up two steps. Their class was higher than the floor. She gritted her teeth and climbed two floors, and her chest felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, stuffy and painful.

"Huhu——ha, ok...give up!" Wen Yu was very clear about his background, and between being late and exhausted on the stairs, he decisively chose the former.

It had been 15 minutes since she walked slowly to the classroom. Wang Mei, also known as the old witch, was the English teacher of her class. She was standing on the podium leading the students to read aloud passionately.

The old witch is very strange. Wen Yu doesn't care about sleeping in English class every day, but there is only one thing that she cares about very much, that is being late, leaving early and absent from class.

She feels that as long as it doesn't affect other students' study in class, it has nothing to do with her. According to her words, if you don't study hard, you have to do enough superficial skills for me. Respect in the classroom.

Wen Yu always respected her when the live broadcast did not exceed the time limit.

"If you are late, stand outside consciously." The old witch saw her from the window, without giving her a look, and said lightly.

Wen Yu stared at her stiff profile, shrugged, and swiftly withdrew his hand knocking on the door.

It was quite windy outside in late autumn, and the flowers in the classroom were comfortable with closed doors, but she was different, she ate meat buns alone in the cold wind.

Afraid of being discovered, Wen Yu even squatted down to hide his body. This time it doesn't look like a standing punishment, it looks like physical/punishment.

The teaching director passed by, saw her in such a mess, and pointed at her without any surprise, "Punishment to stand is not honest."

Wen Yu winked at her, "I stayed up late last night to do the homework and didn't sleep well. If I don't eat something in the morning, my body won't be able to handle it."

The dean's surname is Chen, who is a high school classmate of Wen Yu's stepfather. He was so early that he had to help look after this precious little girl at school. Hearing what she said, she didn't plan to stop her, "The competition is still several months away. What are you playing now?" Why are you still staying up late? I don’t worry about my body, I let your parents whisper in my ears all day long.”

"Understood." Wen Yu's tone softened, completely different from the impatient look at the school gate just now.

Pretending to be a bad girl is a matter of time, but she still has to slow down in front of her stepfather's acquaintances. After all, her image of a good girl has already spread in the circle of adults. "The appearance of exhaling fragrance is not too wonderful.

Speaking of this matter, my stepfather couldn't get away with it. After all, it wasn't her own will that Wen Yu became the school bully that everyone feared.

The stepfather, Jiang Jiacheng, was too generous with the pocket money, and the seven-figure card was not enough. On the morning of the first day of school, he sent her here and stuffed a dozen pieces of cash in his pocket. Wen Yu didn't have the habit of using a wallet. She simply put the change in her pocket, and a few coins mixed with banknotes collided with each other and made a tinkling sound.

That's how people are targeted.

The gangsters are all members of Class [-], who are notorious for being chaotic. Although they didn't bring any sticks or weapons, all the boys were tall and strong. Wen Yu was very sensible when they were cornered like ducks. I didn't get tough with them, and I paid the money very quickly, and there was no buffer time for sadness after the incident, so I called Jiang Jiang when I turned around.

Jiang Jiang is the only son of Jiang Jiacheng, with a carefree personality, free-spirited at home and lawless at school.

Other students are still in the era of leaving early to play games in Internet cafes. He has already risen to the stage of being aboveboard and asking teachers for leave to go to bars and Internet cafes for "self-study". The key is that his academic performance can be maintained, and he has never been debited once. So no adults ever doubted him, which is why he was able to be unrestrained for so long.

Jiang Jiang treated Wen Yu like his own sister, and when he heard that she was being bullied, he immediately led a few friends from outside the school to block those bastards on the way home.

The few people he found were not social gangsters, he just picked a few stronger ones, and ordered them to "dress up" that day.

So the poor boy, under the "friendly persuasion" of several boys wearing punks and silver chains around his neck and hands, handed over the stolen money crying and crying, and one of the law students analyzed the pros and cons of the incident for him After that, he panicked and agreed to go to school to publicly apologize to Wen Yu.

A boy who is only a sophomore in high school, no matter how good he is at ordinary times, he still panics when he gets involved with the police.

After this incident, no one dared to bully Wen Yu anymore, or...it would be more appropriate to describe it as no one dared to approach her.

Those who are timid will avoid her when they meet her on the road, and those who are more courageous will point and point at her from a distance.

The gossip from the students became more and more outrageous. From the beginning, one person called ten to the last saying that her family sells planes in Russia/Russia.

Several windows were opened in the classroom for ventilation. Wen Yu's smell of steamed stuffed buns was quickly caught by the old witch on the podium. She immediately opened her eyes and looked out the door. His face was speechless again.

"Late again, aren't you?" Director Chen pointed to Wen Yu, and then said to Wang Mei, "I'll take it to the office and teach me a lesson. What does it look like to be late every day?"

"I'm not late every day." Wen Yu muttered back in a low voice.

The dean glanced at her, and Wen Yu immediately understood what she meant, and gave her an "ok" sign with a blink of an eye.

The old witch's lips moved, but she still couldn't refute anything. In fact, Wen Yu was not late every day, but she slept in her class all day, so it was strange that she still had a good attitude towards Wen Yu.

"That's it, Mr. Wang, you continue to lead the reading, and I will take him to talk about it."

The old witch nodded. She knew that Wen Yu had something to do with the dean, and she didn't refute her face openly.

"Follow me." The dean pretended to be serious and said to Wen Yu.

"Okay, teacher." Wen Yu patted his buttocks, ready to stand up.

Before her legs were straightened, Wen Yu saw Song Qiulin, who had finished her guard duty, coming from the other end of the corridor. Her expression was still icy cold, her long black hair was combed behind her head, and a few strands of hair were hanging down on her forehead, making it difficult to see her eyes clearly. She is quite tall, and when she walks, she walks neither fast nor slow, but she is in front of Wen Yu in the blink of an eye.

It's also a school uniform, Wen Yu thinks it looks like a sack on himself, but why does it look so good on others?

It was only after he walked in to look at Wen Yu that he realized that this man had deep facial features, beautifully protruding browbones, deep eye sockets, and a pair of dark eyes that were always indifferent and serious.

Others are afraid of being stared at by this person's bone-chilling gaze, so they will desperately avoid it, but Wen Yu is different. She enjoys admiring beautiful things, and she can't help but look at people with her cheeky thorns.

Song Qiulin didn't talk to her, as if he was dealing with a cloud of air, he ignored her and knocked on the door, then handed the deduction slip with Wen Yu's name on it to the podium, said "Excuse me", and exited.

While chewing the bun in his mouth, Wen Yu still stared at her with wide eyes.

Song Qiulin only glanced sideways, but didn't even make a sound.

Feeling bored, Wen Yu pouted and was about to stand up, but Song Qiulin suddenly turned around and said to her, "Your mouth is dirty."

Wen Yu touched his mouth inexplicably, "No."

Song Qiulin stretched out his finger and tapped a spot on his lips.

"This? These are moles." Wen Yu rubbed the mole with his thumb, then turned his face to face her, "There are two."

After speaking, Wen Yu began to criticize herself, what was she trying to show off.

Wen Yu often wears a mask at school. To be honest, he doesn't stay with her often. I really don't know that she has grown such two things.

The mole is not dark in color, and is rare and symmetrical. It is dotted at the corner of the mouth, lining the most eye-catching and beautiful lips among the facial features.

Song Qiulin frowned slightly, stared at her for a long time before saying, "Go to bed early next time, don't be late again."

"Oh." Because Song Qiulin's tone was quite good this time, Wen Yu didn't dare to bully her again.

The teaching director took Wen Yu to his office, said no lesson, and filled his own cup with hot water to make her a cup of milk, "When you are still growing up, drink more hot milk in the morning, what do you pour into your stomach all day long?" Ice soda is no wonder my health is bad."

"Hey." Wen Yu squinted his eyes and smiled, the pear dimples on both sides of his cheeks were sunken, and he looked very cute, "Thank you, teacher."

Sitting on the sofa, holding the cup and taking a sip of milk, Wen Yu felt warmer.

When she ate the second bun, she suddenly twitched, "No, how did Song Qiulin know that I was late because I went to bed late?"