put wildness in his heart

Chapter 122 Why?

The few students who squeezed in the front were pushed by someone, and one of them lost their footing, and instinctively took two steps back.

Wen Miao was standing behind the few of them, subconsciously wanting to follow her back, but there were also people huddled together behind them, and there was no place to stay.

When Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, a beautiful and pale hand hung in the air ten centimeters in front of her, blocking the figures of the people in front with her arm.

Wen Miao didn't need to turn her head to look, she knew that the person who stretched out her hand was Shen Jiayu.

She could easily distinguish the cool breath on his body.

Wen Miao breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her hand and patted the shoulder of the classmate in front of her hard, and said angrily, "Brother, although I'm not as tall as you, I'm not so short that you can't see me, right?"

He still stepped on her.

The boy who was slapped by her turned around and quickly apologized: "Ah, monitor! I really didn't see it just now, I don't know which grandson pushed me."

"Okay, I got it, let me go first." Knowing that he didn't mean it, Wen Miao didn't bother with him, waved her hand and said, "Let me go."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!" The boy pushed aside the people next to him, and shouted at the top of his voice, "The squad leader is here!"

The effect is immediate, and the sound of "squad leader" works better than anything else.

The front quickly gave way, and Wen Miao finally squeezed to the front, and saw the parties involved in the conflict and the teachers of each class who were trying to persuade the fight or understanding the situation.

"what's up?"

Wen Miao looked directly at the sports committee who was on the front line of the battle.

But before the sports committee could explain, the homeroom teacher, Old Guo Tou, first complained to Wen Miao, "It's this little student from the second international class who somehow scolded the students in our class."

Old Guotou is worthy of being a Chinese teacher, and he roughly described the ins and outs of the matter in a few words.

To put it simply, it's the fault of boys' cheap mouths.

The girl stood next to the old Guotou, wiping her tears with some grievances, and said sobbingly: "He called me fat when he came up, and asked me if I could wear the biggest clothes."

The boy didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all, and he argued hard: "I'm just speaking more straightforwardly, so don't blame me."

When Wen Miao heard this, she frowned.

There are always people who think that being uneducated is straightforward.

Wen Miao squinted her eyes, took two steps forward, stretched out her hand to pull the girl behind her, then raised her hand and pinched her wrist, and nodded neatly: "Okay, I don't blame you for speaking straight, then you also Don't blame me for being heavy handed."

For the little monitor of the previous class, the boy was not as unscrupulous as before, his face showed a bit of timidity, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a buzzing like a mosquito: "I, I'm just telling the truth, I was already fat..."

"You are thin, you are the thinnest, you are the thinnest on earth." Wen Miao interrupted him directly, with obvious impatience in his tone, "Do you have two catties of meat even with ashes in the box?"

The boy didn't understand, he was taken aback for a moment: "Box?"

A young teacher next to him kindly reminded: "Is it your urn?"

Boy: "..."

"Why, you can't talk, can't you even turn your brain?" Wen Miao squeezed her finger bones, tilted her head and snorted lightly, with a bit of confusion in her expression, "I really want to give your previous Chinese teachers two Fist, with your comprehension ability, how did he agree to your graduation?"

The overwhelmed Chinese teacher next to him shuddered: "... huh."

Hey, what did these Chinese teachers do wrong?
It's just an innocent fish in the pond that got hurt.

After such a big commotion, Qi Cheng, the squad leader, finally squeezed in from the outermost edge of the crowd. The ins and outs of the matter had been heard clearly, and Qi Cheng neatly pressed the person to apologize.
The boy seemed a little reluctant, but under Wen Miao's eyes and the monitor's warning, he still reluctantly bowed his head and said "I'm sorry", but when he finally left, he still said stiffly: "What a bad luck ah."

In the next second, a basketball hit his shoulder heavily, causing him to stagger.

"It's just you celebrating, okay?" Wen Miao, a kitten with a bad temper, was about to step forward to beat someone, but was held back by the old Guotou and the sports committee next to him, so he had to stretch out his hand and use his fingertips to separate the air Nodding him, "Wait, I'll hang you on a tree during the Chinese New Year, and it will be more festive to welcome you in all directions."

Qi Cheng wanted to slap him two big mouths, and kept complaining: "Can you fucking shut up for me?"

Brother, I know you're a straight person, but you can't pull with your mouth, right?
Don't you see you're about to get spanked?
Is it because the teachers are all here, do you think they won't let the students do whatever they want?
But don't you know that the teachers in our school are all hands-off shopkeepers, who have full power to hand over class affairs to the class monitors? !
If the squad leader says he wants to beat you, he will beat you every minute.

Qi Cheng really knows the teachers very well, because several class teachers next to him have already given old Guo head envious looks: "Oh, old Guo, the monitor of your class is really reliable. The sense of security is also very good.”

Several teachers didn't think there was any problem with this simple and crude solution.

To deal with this kind of bear children who have grown up but have not grown up in their brains, they are restrained everywhere in education. Nowadays, children are too delicate, and parents always like to come to school to find teachers at every turn, and there are not so many among their peers. scruples.

The episode was resolved smoothly, the crowd dispersed abruptly, and each class quickly returned to their respective positions.

Wen Miao didn't stand in the front, but changed places with the girl who wiped her tears just now, and stayed in the back row of the line. From time to time, she glanced in the direction of the international class next to her, and saw that the arrogant girl just now The boy was like a light on his back, and became more and more quiet like a chicken.

On the rostrum, the director of the department held a lengthy speech, and in his unique, unhurried tone, read the manuscript like an old monk chanting scriptures, and soon the audience fell asleep .

She had to listen to the same words at least four times a year, and Wen Miao could already memorize them fluently. She was absent-minded, and stared at a floating cloud in the sky boredly, not listening carefully at all.

Shen Jiayu didn't listen either, she lowered her black eyes thoughtfully, and her warm gaze fell on Wen Miao for a long time.

Wen Miao was very sensitive to this kind of gaze, and soon noticed his gaze, turned her head sideways, raised her face and asked him, "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)