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Holding a stack of documents in his arms, Fangzheng walked in through the back door with an uneasy expression on his face.

He put the stack of papers on the desk, eyeing the horizon, trying to align the corners of the paper with the sides of his desk.Fangzheng's two sword eyebrows were solemnly twisted together, and he clicked his tongue.The table is not perfectly straight.

He took out a pencil knife from the pencil case, and carefully picked off the excess part of the wooden table along the side of the paper.

Fangzheng let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that the side of the table and the paper had completely overlapped.

He turned his head and said to Zhou Zhou on the left: "Student Zhou Zhou, teacher Wang Bing invites you to his office."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhou and Zhang Ailin sitting behind Fangzheng raised their heads at the same time.

Zhang Ailin turned the pen in her hand, feeling inexplicably funny in her heart.Can't tell what's funny.Looking at Fangzheng's serious and serious face, he felt inexplicably funny.

Zhou Zhou froze for a moment, then asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Fangzheng nodded seriously, and said in a tone that was almost like reciting: "It's Lingci who is here."

Zhang Ailin burst out laughing.He turned the pen in his hand and continued writing.

Following her laughter, Fangzheng glanced at Zhang Ailin, and then turned his gaze back to Zhou Zhou's face.

It was as if Zhang Ailin thought Fang Zheng was strange, but in Fangzheng's mind, people like Zhang Ailin simply couldn't understand.The scene of that day seemed to be engraved in Fangzheng's heart.

He has been the class monitor for so many years and has dealt with so many conflicts between classmates, big and small, but he has never seen anyone like Zhang Ailin.

"She should be locked up, it's too dangerous." Fangzheng thought about the events of that day for a long time, and wrote down solemnly in his heavy notebook with a feeling of writing history.

Different from Zhang Ailin's mood, when Zhou Zhou heard these words from Fangzheng's mouth, his whole heart rose instantly and hung in the air.

Anxiety from the cracks in her bones enveloped her.

"Are they talking about something?" Zhou Zhou asked after swallowing.

"It seems to be about you." Fangzheng said.

Anxiety was magnified into panic.Zhou Zhou suppressed the emotions in his heart, pretended to smile calmly and said, "Okay, I see, thank you."

"You're welcome, it's my job." Fangzheng said.

When she turned her head away, she purposely glanced at Zhang Ailin who was writing with her head down.

Zhou Zhou is polite, smart, sweet-looking, and actively participates in class activities.Why are you sitting at the same table with someone like Zhang Ailin?

Fangzheng admired Zhou Zhou as much as he disliked Zhang Ailin.

Zhou Zhou's hand clenched under the table fell into the corner of Zhang Ailin's eyes.

While writing, she asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhou was surprised by her greeting, and asked subconsciously, "Huh?"

"You seem very nervous." Zhang Ailin stopped writing, looked at Zhou Zhou and said.

how do you know.

Zhou Zhou asked subconsciously.

The last thing that came out of his mouth was just a sentence: "No."

With that said, Zhou Zhou had already got up: "I'll go."

When speaking, there is a kind of cordiality between a couple saying goodbye before leaving home.

"Okay." Zhang Ailin answered her softly.

Like being in the kitchen while preparing dinner, wearing an apron, poking your head out in response to someone who is about to go out temporarily.

Zhou Zhou has always thought that she is a rational person, and her own goals have always been firm. She never thought that such an extra person would suddenly appear out of thin air, which would almost disturb her emotions.

She looked at Wei Chan, her mother, standing opposite Wang Bing.The three of them stood in the empty office room.

It reminded her involuntarily of the scene when Wang Bing walked in and informed Zhang Ailin to drop out of school that day.

Zhou Zhou felt that Wei Chan had stamped him all over his body.

Wei Chan was wearing an ordinary white shirt with the top button left on the neckline, and the collar opened and closed just right.

A knee-length black organza dress was worn underneath, with three or four flying black butterflies adorning it, fluttering gently with the swing of Wei Chan's legs.

She specially curled her hair today. Her long dark brown hair was draped behind her head, and she wore light makeup. Compared with usual, she should look more gentle.

Wei Chan put one arm lightly on the towering frosted glass partition beside Wang Bing's desk, and said, "Mr. Wang, we also understand the school and you, but, after all, Zhang... that student Zhang is really a bit It scared me. You said, Zhou Zhou, as you know, has always been the most obedient and docile. She is at the same table as this classmate Zhang. As a parent, I am really worried that Zhou Zhou will be bullied by her ah."

After being told by Wei Chan, Wang Bing hesitated for a long time, and had no choice but to echo her over and over again.

Ever since Wei Chan stood here, she has been talking and Wang Bing has been listening.

Although the tone was the most stable, but the words were rushed, and Wang Bing was not allowed to fight back at all, and the wry smile on his face was overflowing.

"Yes... indeed, if I were a parent, I would definitely be worried..."

When Wei Chan heard her satisfactory answer, she clapped her hands lightly and said, "Yes, that's the reason. Why didn't I tell you on the phone? I was just worried that I couldn't explain clearly, so I came to bother you today.

The child Zhou Zhou has a very old-fashioned personality. She changed her deskmate for so long, even if she was afraid, she never told me about classmate Zhang.I'm really worried about Zhou Zhou, so can you change Zhou Zhou's seat?It doesn't have to be too good, as long as you keep a certain distance with Zhang.As a parent, I really don't feel relieved, and I hope you understand, Mr. Wang. After finishing speaking, a smile appeared on her face again. Two beautiful dimples appeared on Wei Chan's face.

Wang Bing turned sideways, tried to look at Zhou Zhou standing behind Wei Chan, and asked in a questioning tone, "Zhou Zhou?"

Zhou Zhou stood behind Wei Chan.Wei Chan covered Zhou Zhou's face with her body.

Wang Bing couldn't see Zhou Zhou's anger, and Wei Chan couldn't even see it.

How could Wei Chan see it.How could she see it.How could a daughter who was born by herself, raised by herself, and brought up by herself through hard work, be angry with her love, how could she be dissatisfied with her understanding?

Wei Chan's attitude was taken for granted, and her tone seemed to be that she was the person involved and that she was Zhou Zhou.

"I don't want to change." Zhou Zhou's voice.

It was like a thunderclap on the ground, and it exploded.

Wei Chan quickly turned around, looked at Zhou Zhou in disbelief, and almost screamed: "What did you say?!"

Zhou Zhou met Wei Chan's gaze without fear, and there was no doubt in her eyes. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. Those eyes had already told Wei Chan everything she wanted to say.

The anger in my heart is just like that.

"Zhou Zhou?" Wang Bing was also a little surprised. He stood up and walked to Wei Chan and Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou turned his head and repeated word for word to Wang Bing: "Teacher, I'm fine. No need to change."

Wei Chan also stopped talking, narrowed her almond eyes slightly, folded her arms around her chest, and stared closely at Zhou Zhou.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Wang Bing was neither right nor left, neither was it right to say this, nor was it right to say that. In just a short time, a fine layer of sweat had already appeared on his body.

"That... Zhou Zhou's mother..." Wang Bing interjected.

"Mr. Wang, we haven't communicated well about this matter, and we need to communicate further. Please wait a moment. Zhou Zhou, come with me." Then, Wei Chan patted Zhou Zhou's shoulder and wanted to go Go out the office door.

"It's very clear, Mom." Zhou Zhou bit the last two words very hard.

Wei Chan didn't stop, and repeated again: "Zhou Zhou, can you come out for a while?"

"Mr. Wang, I don't need to change. I sit in that seat very well, and I don't want to change it either." Zhou Zhou said to Wang Bing.

Wang Bing took a breath, looked at Zhou Zhou, then at Wei Chan, wanted to say something, but was blocked by Wei Chan's words.

"Zhou Zhou! Why are you so disobedient!" Wei Chan stopped and shouted at Zhou Zhou.

It was Wei Chan who was already furious.

But she didn't expect that instead of backing down this time, Zhou Zhou went a step further and raised his volume.

"My name is Zhou Zhou, and I am Zhou Zhou. I can sit wherever I want, can't I?!"

How do I feel, can't I?

I own the name, can't I?

I am me, can't I?

A wave of anger drilled from the bottom of my heart approached Wei Chan's brain directly.As a name like "Wei Chan", she resolutely does not allow herself to lose her composure in front of strangers, and she will never tear her tenderness in front of strangers.

She suppressed her anger and gave Zhou Zhou a vicious look.That look seemed to penetrate her.

Without leaving a word, he turned around and left Wang Bing's office.

After a long time, Wang Bing said slowly: "Zhou Zhou, if you are really sad, don't bear it. You can go to class later."

After saying that, Wang Bing simply cleaned up his desktop, picked up two folders, left the office, and closed the door for Zhou Zhou.

The moment the door was closed tightly, Zhou Zhou's tears fell down.

She squatted down feebly, put her arms on her body, bit her roots tightly, and whimpered softly.

The sunlight coming in from the window was still warm.The class that was taking physical education outside shouted loud slogans.This end of the room is quiet.Feng'er poked his head in by the window, then quietly tiptoed away.

Quietly sad, quietly shed tears.

Why has to be this way?Why must it be like this, mother?

Why is everything I like wrong?

Why is everything I don't like right?

Why did you decide for me without asking for any opinion of mine?

Why can it be so taken for granted, so firmly believed, that this is called love?

why?

Why?