Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

I licked my lips and felt a little dry: "People will always change."

"Then I'd rather stay the same as you before." Father's chest rose and fell slightly.

"What's so good about the old me, I was always bullied by others!" I said angrily.

"The old you, at least you won't have wounds on your arms for no reason, at least you won't dare to pinch the teacher's neck, at least you won't be expelled from school!" My father said a lot of words in a row, and every word was filled with heartache.

I opened my mouth, but in the end I still didn't speak, and sighed slightly. [

"At noon today, someone called home, claiming to be the director of the teaching office, saying that the school got the name wrong, so you don't need me and your mother to come in the afternoon. Tell me the truth, is it the person you are looking for?"

I lowered my head, and although I didn't know how my father saw through it, I still nodded.

"Oh!" The bald old man suddenly patted his leg: "I said you called me again to confirm what's going on. It turns out that your bad boy, Zhou Ming, came up with such a sinister idea."

I felt a chill in my heart, and after all my thinking, I never thought that my father would call the head teacher to confirm with him. From this point of view, it was indeed negligence.

It's just that I didn't expect that my father, who has always been carefree, would be so thoughtful.

"My son is not a bad boy." The father suddenly said to the bald old man word for word: "You are a teacher, even if you hate a student, you shouldn't use such words to describe him."

"It's the doting parents like you that make your child so arrogant and domineering!" The bald old man said angrily, "I promise, your child will be expelled!"

When the father heard the old man's threatening words, he became discouraged and stopped talking.

The mother also looked left and right, and seemed to have lost her mind. She had always regarded her father as the backbone of the family.

"That's not necessarily true." I looked at the old man and said slowly, "It's not up to you to decide whether to be fired or not."

"I'm your head teacher, and I don't count, who has the final say?" The old man made up his mind to make it difficult for me: "For a student with such a bad record like you, staying here for one more day is a disgrace to No. [-] Middle School of the city! "