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Zhang Ailin was persuaded to leave again, this is No. 13 times.

Outside the office of head teacher Wang Bing, there are three floors inside and outside three floors of good things, and they all want to get their ears into the wall and hear about this big thing.

There were only two people in the room, Wang Bing was sitting in grief and indignation, and Zhang Ailin was standing unrepentant.

Zhang Ailin is not short among the girls. She is about 1.7 meters tall, her black hair is casually tied into a high ponytail, she has a fair face, a high nose bridge, and beautifully curved eyebrows, which makes her look a bit heroic.

But she has a dead face on her face all the year round, and every inch of her skin is filled with "love whoever" and "don't bother me".

"You are really a heroine. It's fine if you're famous in school, I'll make you implicated so that even the principal of the school knows me."

After saying that, Wang Bing raised his old thermos cup, swallowed chrysanthemum tea, and suppressed the fire in his heart.

Zhang Ailin didn't speak, she looked calm and lowered her head.

The lower head made Wang Bing feel ashamed that the stone had finally opened up.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ailin raised her toes again and rubbed on the ground.

The soles of my feet were a little muddy, and it was sticky to stand on, making it a bit uncomfortable.

Wang Bingchang sighed and said, "Your family doesn't worry about your food and clothes, most people don't have this condition. If you don't want to learn, you can just play by yourself. You have nothing to do, go harass other girls' classmates What are you doing?"

Wang Bing only asked her one thing: You should be quiet and play with yourself.

After a long time, Zhang Ailin slowly uttered three words: "I didn't touch it."

Wang Bing snorted and said, "Don't tell me that. If you don't provoke others, they can't say that about you."

Suddenly, the door was knocked, and the noise outside the office also fell silent.

Both Wang Bing and Zhang Ailin turned their heads to look in the direction of the source of the sound.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a person came in.

His name is Meng Wenjun, a friend who grew up with Zhang Ailin.

Meng Wenjun is half a head taller than Zhang Ailin, and he smiles brightly when he sees people, especially his eyes, which are very clean, as if he has never seen any haze.

In the eyes of others, he looks good, studies well, and is a better person. He is popular everywhere, and no one doesn't like him.

Everyone wondered why such a good person had to play with this muddy Zhang Ailin, and they were still inseparable.

Meng Wenjun greeted with a smile: "Teacher Wang."

Wang Bing nodded, as if greeting, and said, "Wen Jun is here again?"

The smile on Meng Wenjun's face remained undiminished, and he nodded without speaking.

Wang Bing was also used to it. Every time he called Zhang Ailin's father, he was never connected. Every time, Meng Wenjun would deal with it. If it was not enough, he would send someone to deal with it.In the past year, not only did Wang Bing not see anyone else, he hadn't even heard his voice.

"Okay, you can take it back. The school said, this time for a week." Wang Bing waved his hand.

The word "persuade to quit" means to persuade others to quit, but to Zhang Ailin it means to go home and rest.

No matter how big the matter is, just one phone call is enough to deal with it.

Therefore, everyone is guessing what kind of royal family Zhang Ailin is.

Misbehavior, eccentric, and this gold medal for avoiding death, who wouldn't hate it?Apart from Meng Wenjun, there are probably not many people in the school who really like Zhang Ailin.

Meng Wenjun apologized and thanked at the same time, and after a set of rhetoric, Wang Bing's anger also eased.

Just as Meng Wenjun was about to drag Zhang Ailin away, Wang Bing couldn't help but softly called out: "Zhang Ailin."

The two who were about to leave turned their heads at the same time, staring at Wang Bing's face with four eyes, which made Wang Bing a little embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" Wang Bing suddenly lowered his head, pretending to organize the documents in hand.

"What?" Zhang Ailin asked.

"And at home." Wang Bing turned a page of the book, gesturing on it with his finger, pretending to be careless.

"I thought they were dead." Zhang Ailin said softly, her tone calm like a pool of stagnant water.

As if it wasn't an answer in her mouth, but just a few words printed on the page, she read it.

Wang Bing was stunned when he heard this, and his actions paused for a moment, then he picked up his pen again and drew a few random strokes on the page: "Let's go, pay attention to safety on the road."

When the two went out, Wang Bing took off his glasses with both hands, wiped them with a cloth on the table, and felt heavy in his hands.

The glasses were given by Zhang Ailin.

The rebellious child in the class was criticized a few times and secretly broke Wang Bing's glasses.

Wang Bing knew about this, and asked Zhang Ailin, who was passing by, to listen when he was judging education in the office.

A few days later, Zhang Ailin was stunned and severely injured her arm. When Wang Bing conveyed the notice from the school to persuade her to quit, Zhang Ailin took out a glasses case from her pocket, took out a few fragments, and put them on the table. Without saying anything, he left.

Zhang Ailin said she didn't do anything about today's matter. Others don't believe it, but he does.

"Little fool." Wang Bing sighed, put on his glasses again, and lowered his head on the table.

As soon as he left the school, Meng Wenjun deliberately made fun of Zhang Ailin while twirling the basketball in his hand, saying: "My daughter is promising, and she will take the initiative to push cabbage." , Hold it with your fingertips.

The daughter Zhang Ailin suddenly raised her hand and slapped it, and slapped the squeaking ball in Meng Wenjun's hand into the green belt on the roadside.

In the green belt, water is being poured, and the water pipe is open, like a fountain, making dense and tight sprays.

"Fuck you?" Meng Wenjun shouted.

Zhang Ailin flicked her tongue at Meng Wenjun, pointed to the position of the basketball with her chin, and deliberately provoked: "Don't pick it up?"

Meng Wenjun stared at her, stretched out his index finger, and tapped her, helplessly, then ran in against the wind and rain, stretched his arms in an attempt to resist the spray, but it was just a futile move.

No one would believe it if they saw it, the wet man not far away was Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun, who is usually not in a hurry when encountering anything, is now flustered in the spray of this small park, baring his teeth and claws in embarrassment.

Meng Wenjun is afraid of water.

Zhang Ailin knew it better than anyone else.

But it was because Meng Wenjun was afraid of water, so she wanted to do this, and she wanted to see his embarrassed appearance.

It seems that the more Meng Wenjun struggles, the happier Zhang Ailin will be.

She laughed out loud at this end, leaning forward and backward while laughing, hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her bag, and took random pictures of Meng Wenjun.She shouted at Meng Wenjun: "You dance well!"

After a while, Meng Wenjun held the ball and finally rushed out of the water curtain.

For him, that feeling was almost like escaping death.

Meng Wenjun flicked his hair, wiped the water on his face, and walked straight towards Zhang Ailin.

Zhang Ailin burst into tears with laughter, and didn't care that Meng Wenjun was drenched all over. She walked up to him and showed him the photos she had just taken one by one.

"Look at you, you are the king of landlubbers."

While flipping through, a screenshot of the chat record suddenly appeared under the flipping of Zhang Ailin's fingers.

The smile on Zhang Ailin's face hadn't had time to close, it froze on her face coldly, and the smile in her eyes stopped abruptly.

She hastily pressed the power off button, and the screen of the phone turned black, blurring the faces of her and Meng Wenjun.

She smiled, and he frowned and pretended to be angry. The two different expressions showed the same embarrassment.

That screenshot, even if Zhang Ailin closed it quickly, Meng Wenjun still saw it.

So what if you see it?He can't help her.It can only leave a heavy hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that he can't get over by himself.

So he pretended not to see, following the atmosphere a few seconds ago, he laughed and made trouble with her.

Zhang Ailin kept laughing until she got into the elevator, and that was enough.

"Don't do it, don't do it, the elevator is dangerous." Zhang Ailin slapped Meng Wenjun to stop it.

After getting on the elevator, Zhang Ailin first pressed 28 for Meng Wenjun, then went downstairs to find [-], and pressed the light for herself.

Meng Wenjun had something to say in his heart, and it kept coming up.

Along the way, countless times came to my lips, but was suppressed by reason.

The elevator went up from the eleventh floor, and with a ding-dong sound, Twelve arrived.

At this moment, Meng Wenjun felt that he opened his mouth uncontrollably:

"Some people have passed, and she should be dead."

These words sounded particularly bright in the small space of the elevator.

The elevator doors opened in response to the sound.

Zhang Ailin raised her right hand and stretched out two fingers to swipe the elevator buttons from bottom to top. The buttons on each floor from the 28th floor to the [-]th floor lit up.Like a punishment for him.

"You will be home a few minutes later tonight."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ailin walked out of the elevator and walked to the door with the 1201 door.

Here it is.her home.

When she opened the door, a strong smell of perfume hit her face.

Another strange taste.

There was also an unfamiliar female voice, entangled in the air with the smell of perfume, rushing straight into Zhang Ailin's mind.

A pair of blue high-heeled shoes lay casually beside the shoe cabinet at the door, which happened to be pressed on top of her shoes.

Zhang Ailin raised her foot and kicked, and threw the shoe on the table leg, and then slowly slid down.

She should have been annoying.

But she seems to be used to it in her bones.

As if this action is as it should be.

It seemed that when she came home, such a pair of stranger's shoes should be pressed on her shoes.

As if she should lift her leg and kick like this when she comes home from school.

When I walked to my father's door, no matter how tightly the door was closed, it couldn't stop the laughter inside.

Zhang Ailin only felt noisy, so she knocked on the door.

There was a sudden silence for a few seconds, and then a woman's terrified voice sounded: "Why are there still people?!"

"Get out!" The man's roar broke out.

Zhang Ailin knew it was calling her.

Anger suddenly came out of her body. She raised her hand, clenched her fist, and smashed it against the wooden door with all her strength. Blood burst out from the joints, leaving red marks on the beige door.

She returned to the room, locked the door tightly, then leaned against the door, and slowly slid to the ground.

The thick black cloth curtains tightly wrapped the windows, and not a single ray of light came through.

Only a little uneasy light extended from the crack of the door, slightly brightening up the dull room.

In this room, everything is written off into nothingness.

The pain slowly climbed up from the joints, and Zhang Ailin realized that her hand was injured belatedly.She just felt sore and sore all over her arm.

Trying to control her strength, she raised her hand tremblingly, and slowly approached the crack of the door. With the faint light, she saw the blood continuously flowing down.

Where it hurts the most, blood and flesh are blurred together, and it's hard to tell the severity of the injury.

Suddenly, the phone rang.