Bend yourself and the great God HE

In the management office, the counselor was answering the phone call from the principal, nodding and bowing.

Qiao Yun snorted slightly. He stood side by side with Mo Ran, Liu Xing, and Chen Feng on the back wall, waiting for the counselor to answer the phone and punish the four for fighting.

Qiao Yun touched Liu Xing with his elbow: "Hey, you and Chen Feng will be dumb for a while, don't talk."

"That won't work." Liu Xing frowned, "Chen Feng and I have fought together, you can't be a hero alone."

"You idiot, is this the time to be a hero?" Qiao Yun cast a glance at him, "Maybe he will be fired. It's fine if you get fired, don't hurt Chen Feng."

Liu Xing's family is petty and middle-class, and he can spend money to change to a better university after being expelled.It was relatively difficult for Chen Feng, a child from an ordinary family, Qiao Yun was not joking about this matter, he must protect Chen Feng.

Chen Feng carelessly said loyalty: "It's okay, don't worry about me, adults can be responsible for their actions."

Qiao Yun was very anxious, and the three of them pushed and yelled, talking and talking, and arguing about taking responsibility.

The counselor who answered the phone stared back: "You three are not being honest when you are here! Do you want to be expelled at the same time and be honest?!"

Several people immediately stopped pushing soil.

"Counselor, this matter has nothing to do with the two of them, you let them go." Qiao Yun was so courageous.

The counselor's eight-character eyebrows were raised in the middle: "It has nothing to do with the two of them, and who has anything to do with it?"

"Me." Qiao Yun looked at the ground, thinking that Moran would not be able to escape, and added, "Me and Moran."

Immediately, Mo Ran coughed, "Oh, yes, Qiao Yun and I are responsible for our fault."

The counselor grinned and laughed angrily: "None of you four can escape."

The impact of this matter is too great, so many students watched them do it, and if it is spread, the century-old reputation of C University will be ruined.

"The principal said, all four of you have to record your demerits, and..." the counselor sighed, "Let's prepare the self-criticism."

As long as it is not expulsion, any punishment is easy to say.I thanked Principal Ai for his mercy, and Qiao Yun agreed.

It's not that Qiao Yun has never written a review, it was commonplace in high school.

But the other three really didn't write.

Back at 504, Chen Feng proposed: "What should I do? Go to the campus network and copy one?"

Liu Xing shook his head: "The campus website is full of templates, which are not vivid enough. Copying campus texts is not as good as copying ready-made ones."

Ok? ? ?

Liu Xing smiled mischievously, opened his computer, and there was a folder named [Qiao Yun Quotations] inside.

"Look, it's full of young master Qiao's manuscripts in high school. The classic cases of fights, skipping classes and playing games, and being so angry that the teacher wanted to jump off the building... the self-criticism. It's fine to just scratch and change it."

Qiao Yun's eyes widened: "Damn it! When did you save it, Uncle Liu, and you actually recorded my dark history behind my back!!"

Inevitably, Qiao Yun's fist was about to fall on Liu Xing.

Liu Xing hid and yelled: "Hey, I'm the class monitor. I have to sort out every self-criticism in the class and hand it over to the teacher. Isn't it too late to delete it?"

Don't care about you so much, let's talk after beating.

Mo Ran coughed lightly, and said, "I haven't written the review book yet, Liu Xing passed me a copy of the classic manuscript, and I want to learn from it."

"???"

Qiao Yun seemed to be executed in public.

The cold wind blew by, and he roared: "No way!!!"

The review was to be read out through the school radio. On Monday morning, four people came to the radio room together.

Qiao Yun glanced at the manuscript in Mo Ran's hand, and threatened in a cold voice: "Show me, which paragraph did you copy?"

Mo Ran moved the manuscript, put it behind his back, and shook his head: "I didn't copy it, I wrote it myself."

Qiao Yun wanted to snatch it away, but the manuscript was carried on Mo Ran's buttocks, so it was not easy to get his hands on.

"Don't you know how to write?" He glanced at Liu Xing who was about to read the manuscript, "Do you dare to say that he didn't send it to you?"

Mo Ran replied without looking sideways: "He did not post it, and I did not copy it."

Qiao Yun breathed a sigh of relief, the black history was saved.

But Mo Ran approached him and said, "I read it, and the writing was not good, so I didn't copy it."

I!go!you!big!Father!of!street!Of course!

Liu Xing and Chen Feng's manuscripts are well-regulated. After explaining them in detail, the attitude of admitting their mistakes is quite correct. They even exaggerated C at the end. They are grateful to the school for nurturing, teachers for teaching, and promise not to do anything next time.

The counselor was very satisfied, and nodded with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed.

Qiao Yun could even tell that he was drowsy, it was boring.

When Chen Feng finished reading, the counselor roared, "Qiao Yun is your turn", and he lazily straightened his back.

No way, these two guys actually read the self-criticism for half an hour! ! !

Qiao Yun squeezed the self-criticism book in his hand, which was less than fifty cents, and cleared his throat.

The counselor saw that the number of lines in that word was a bit small, "Wait, wait, Qiao Yun, what did you write, a poem? There are no five elements."

Liu Xing and Chen Feng couldn't hold back, and let out a snort.

Qiao Yun sighed. I used to write too much, ran out of materials, and couldn't think of good words.A few short sentences are also the essence, and the confession is all in it.

No, no, the counselor shook his head again and again. If the headmaster heard this, he would be the first to ask him about his responsibility for supervision.

"You improvise for me, don't come down for 10 minutes."

Qiao Yun said, "...???"

cough--

Qiao Yun threw the manuscript and stood in front of the microphone.

Fortunately, it is a broadcasting room, which is not as spectacular as the teachers and students in the high school, and no one will laugh if the improvisation is wrong.

Laughing, he can't see either.

"Hello everyone, I'm Qiao Yun, a freshman from the Department of Finance. Like the first two, I'm here for a review."

The opening attitude is correct, the tone is sincere, and the counselor is very satisfied.

"The cause of the incident was that a certain classmate plagiarized Mo Ran's work to participate in the computer competition. I took the initiative to punish the troublemaker and publicly exposed the other party's plagiarism."

The counselor opened his eyes, faintly feeling something was wrong.

Qiao Yun continued: "It's wrong to hit someone with your hands. I regret it, but plagiarism is even more shameless! If you are plagiarized in the future, don't be angry, don't get angry, and don't hit people with your hands. Even if someone stands up to refute you When you are plagiarized, you have to be good-tempered, explain to people with a smile, never hit someone, never condemn the other party, never..."

With a snap, the broadcast was turned off.

Chen Feng and Liu Xing on the side covered their mouths and held back their laughter.

The counselor was furious: "Qiao Yun! You——! Come down for me!"