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Chapter 2197
Dongzhou Ninth Middle School is not well-known in Dongzhou!
The reason is because his admission rate is not high.

It is precisely for this reason that the reputation of Ninth Middle School among parents is not very good.

The family courtyard of No. [-] Middle School is just behind the school of No. [-] Middle School. At this time, in an open space in the family courtyard, a mourning hall is being arranged.

He Xiaohui's face was full of sadness!
As Lao Xie's friend and a teacher who both came from the Machinery Factory Children's School, he and Lao Xie were naturally close.

However, Lao Xie has a somewhat stubborn temper, and he likes to speak up for things he cannot stand.

In such a situation, it is inevitable to offend others.

If you offend ordinary colleagues, everyone will just laugh at it, but if you offend some people who shouldn't be offended, the consequences will be serious.

For example, now, because of Lao Xie's past events, the school's principal, Lao Li, actually refused to give a speech at Lao Xie's memorial service, citing physical discomfort.

Several other leaders in the school also found one or another reason not to come forward.

Do you really want to give Lao Xie a eulogy?

It's not that He Xiaohui was afraid of offending anyone, but that he, a big-time soldier, was here to read the eulogy, which made Lao Xie's family look disgraceful.

And Lao Xie's face didn't have any brilliance.

Do you want your old friend to die in peace?

"Uncle He, how are you?" Lao Xie's daughter, Xie Yuting, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, came to He Xiaohui and asked worriedly.

He Xiaohui looked at the haggard Xie Yuting and said quickly: "It's confirmed, this time Principal Li will come to read the eulogy in person."

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."

"By the way, take care of your mother and don't let her think wildly."

Xie Yuting is a technical secondary school student who has just graduated and has not yet been assigned a job.

Looking at He Xiaohui's appearance, a trace of suspicion arose in her heart.

Although she had just graduated, the children of poor people had already taken charge of the family, not to mention that during the period when her father was ill, she was basically in charge of the family affairs.

Although He Xiaohui said it easily, his appearance made Xie Yuting feel that things were not as He Xiaohui said.

She hesitated and said, "Uncle He, if something happens, you...you must tell me."

He Xiaohui looked at Xie Yuting's appearance, and felt a little sour in his heart. This child has learned so early, and Lao Xie can be regarded as dying in peace.

"Don't worry, leave everything to uncle, I can handle it all."

Seeing Xie Yuting taking care of her mother, He Xiaohui strode to the school.

In the principal's office of the school, several people were sitting around playing chess.

Principal Li's bald head looked very dazzling at this time.

He Xiaohui took a breath, then strode over and said, "Principal, I have something I want to tell you."

Principal Li glanced at He Xiaohui, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water, and then said: "Teacher He, just tell me if you have anything."

"We are not outsiders. Do you need to sneak around here?"

This sneaky sentence, in a not low voice, made everyone around him laugh.

Looking at Principal Li who looked completely unconcerned, He Xiaohui took a breath and said, "Principal, Lao Xie usually does a lot of things without going through his head."

"He has been sorry for you in many places, but now he is gone, as the saying goes."

"Principal, you don't remember the faults of villains. At this memorial service for him, you should show me some respect and give him... read him a eulogy."

"I've already written this..."

After listening to He Xiaohui's words, Principal Li picked up the teacup and took a sip and said, "Old He, Old Xie, he just has a bad temper."

"The others are all very good." "You should find someone else."

Hearing Principal Li, who had a loud voice, say that there was something wrong with his voice, He Xiaohui felt the urge to hit someone.

He glared at Principal Li angrily and said, "Principal Li, since it's inconvenient for you, just tell Vice Principal Zhang and ask him to do it for you."

"How can I tell Lao Zhang about this kind of thing? It's not a work assignment, so you can just tell me."

When Principal Li said this, he picked up a chess piece and said directly: "General, this time, I will definitely take your rook."

The person opposite him smiled and said: "Principal, your move is wonderful!"

"Looking at your move, I think it's like an antelope hanging its horns, making it difficult for people to guard against it!"

"However, I think it is difficult to resolve it. It seems that there is no other way except losing the car."

"headmaster……"

Listening to these messy words, He Xiaohui felt depressed for a while.

How could things be like this?

It wasn't supposed to be like this!

It's also because Lao Xie is too upright and can't handle some things, so he offends people so much.

Alas, if it were in the old school, it wouldn't be like this. This...

In desperation, He Xiaohui had no choice but to look for others, but after walking around for a long time, he still came back empty-handed.

None of the leading figures in the school were willing to offend Principal Li because of Lao Xie.

It was already 09:30, and He Xiaohui had no choice but to return to the family home dejectedly.

Seeing the somewhat empty mourning hall, he felt helpless in his heart.

"Uncle He, how are you?" Xie Yuting asked with a hint of caution.

He Xiaohui held on and said, "Yuting, I am your father's best friend. He must hope that I can read this eulogy to him."

"After all, isn't it rare to have a close friend in life?"

Xie Yuting looked at He Xiaohui's appearance and understood in her heart. He smiled and said: "Uncle He, you are so right. My dad also hopes that you can make an evaluation of his life."

"After all, the person who knows him best is you."

In the mourning hall, several relatives from the village below were chatting.

"It seems that my cousin is doing well, but no one comes to their school!"

"No, I attended the memorial service of one of my uncles a few days ago. He was quite impressive. You don't know. There were more than 20 young people busy with work. Every time I asked, they were from the work unit..."

"Stop talking, let's finish our own things and go back..."

Listening to these discussions, He Xiaohui felt helpless for a while, but there was nothing he could do about this kind of thing. After all, it was not something he could decide.

Just when various thoughts were surging in He Xiaohui's heart, he heard someone say: "Excuse me, is this Teacher Xie's home?"

Hearing this, He Xiaohui quickly turned around and saw several young people who looked to be in their 20s holding two wreaths.

From the looks of it, he must be Lao Xie's student.

"This is a matter of Teacher Xie's family, you are..." He Xiaohui walked over quickly.

The leader was a 24-year-old young man with eyes, but he gave people a very flexible feeling.

"Hello, Teacher He, we are all students of Teacher Xie, from Class [-] of [-] in Zizi Middle School." The young man said this and said to the classmates behind him: "Hurry up and send the wreath over."

(End of this chapter)