love fairy tale

1. What kind of school is this?

"Han Zhibao, where did you go?" Mother Han opened the door, "My God! Did you fight with someone else again?"

Han Zhibao with a bruised face stepped into the room wearily, threw his schoolbag by the door, and walked to the bathroom while saying, "Mom, don't make a fuss all the time, okay? I'm fine."

Mother Han burst into tears when she heard her daughter say this.She stepped forward to hug Han Zhibao, and said sadly: "Bao'er, we won't go to school tomorrow. Mom doesn't know that the people there will be so bad and bully you all day long." Get a weed out of your hair. "Mom made you suffer."

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Am I okay? Mom, don't worry about me. Any grievances I suffered in that school will make 'him' pay back twice." Han Zhibao said when he was talking about "him". Time is filled with hatred.

"Bao'er, why do you hate him so much?"

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten how he abandoned us at the beginning? Mom, he chose that woman for money, and he hasn't visited us once in more than ten years. Have you forgotten all this? "Han Zhibao excitedly shook Mother Han's thin shoulders.

"Mom hasn't forgotten, how can Mom forget? But, in order to be able to go to that school, you work outside all day, and you are bullied at school. Does Mom feel heartbroken?"

When Mother Han said this, she knelt on the floor with all her strength and burst into tears.Zhibao also knelt in front of her mother, hugging her mother: "Mom, I'm really fine. I'm 17 years old. I know how to take care of myself. Don't worry about me, okay? Seeing you love me so much, worry about me Worry, I won't be able to support it, Mom, you have to support me, you must support me, otherwise I won't be able to support it."

The mother and daughter cried with their headaches in their arms.

Han Zhibao came out of the bathroom in his pajamas, and Han's mother was already asleep.The TV was still on, but at this moment there was nothing on the screen, only Zhibao's eyes were shining with snowflakes.This TV can't receive any stations anymore, and every time I turn it on, I can only hear the sound, so Mother Han regards it as a radio to listen to.Zhibao always said that he wanted to throw it away, but Han's mother was always unwilling. This dilapidated TV was the only property of their family.Zhibao walked over, turned off the TV, came to mother's bed, covered the quilt for mother, tears fell down.

"Mom, you are the best mother in the world, you are the only courage I have to go on, you know? Mom, I will make 'him' kneel in front of you and ask for your forgiveness!"

"Mom, you must bless me, my dearest mother, you must bless me."

Han Zhibao wiped away the tears on his face, stood up and walked towards his dark room.Mother Han turned over behind her, tears rolling down the pillow.

It's another day.The sun was shining everywhere, and Mother Han got up from the bed, and she already had a very delicious breakfast in front of her.She knew it was Zhibao who got up early and ran to Caoshan several miles away to buy it. It was her favorite fried dough sticks and soy milk.Mother Han suddenly felt guilty, Bao'er!My good daughter, mother's precious daughter!

Han Zhibao, carrying her dilapidated schoolbag, stepped into the most famous private school for nobles in Hong Kong.She stood at the door, watching luxury cars passing by one after another, and suddenly an evil thought arose, bent down, picked up a stone and threw it at the car that just passed her, but the strength was too strong. Little, the speed of the car was too fast, the stone didn't touch the car at all, and Zhibao of Qi stomped his feet.

At this time, a Ferrari sports car stopped in front of her. A boy with combed up hair took off his sunglasses and hung it on the bridge of his nose. He stretched out his head and said to Han Zhibao with a playful smile, "What's the matter? You're dead again. I think you should come back." Go home to accompany your mother to sell vegetables! This is not a place for you to stay." The boy with the "broom hair" laughed and drove away in a Ferrari.

"Broomhead" is the precious son of real estate tycoon Li Wanfu, a typical playboy.And he is also a well-known playboy in the school. Changing girlfriends is as active as changing sports cars, changing one a week.Han Zhibao stared at the "broomhead" car going away, hating it to the bone.She vowed that one day, sooner or later, this "broom head" would never be able to lift his head, dispel his arrogance, and vent his anger for the female compatriots.

Han Zhibao hates this school. In her eyes, this school is worse than hell. It is like a microcosm of the current society, with drug trafficking, drug use, prostitution, and gambling. It is full of sin, filth, and darkness.Fighting is a daily event in this school, Han Zhibao doesn't understand, this place is so bad, why those rich people want to send their children here, it's like sending their children to the fire pit?If she hadn't come here for revenge, even if she was killed, she wouldn't have stepped here.

When Han Zhibao first came to this school, he had only one purpose in mind, to take "him" back to his mother.Because she knew that although she and her mother hated "him" very much, after all, "he" was the man her mother loved most in her life, after all, he was her biological father.Every time my mother sees news about "him" on TV or in newspapers, her eyes always show a gentle light. She knows that her mother actually loves "him", so she perseveres, and she wants "him" Take it back.

But Han Zhibao didn't realize until now that it was too difficult to get "him" back.Because she has been in this school for more than three months, but she has not seen "him" once. She is too naive, thinking that this school was founded by "he", so she must be able to see him when she comes here.It's ridiculous, she's so silly.She worked desperately to earn money, so that she could continue to stay in this school until she saw "him".

What Han Zhibao is worried about now is whether he can meet "him" alive and leave this school alive.Up to now, there are still bursts of stinging pain on her face, even though she has applied ointment last night.

However, she had to persevere, for the sake of her mother.

Han Zhibao looked at the time, yelled "Oops" and ran to the classroom desperately.The class bell has already rung.

At the door of the classroom, Han Zhibao mustered up his courage and opened the slightly heavy door in front of him.

"Teacher, I..." Han Zhibao lowered his head.

"No need to say anything." The female teacher wearing severe myopia glasses said to Han Zhibao who was standing at the door: "There is no need for people like you to talk to you about the concept of time. Don't explain anything, clean the boys toilet One week."

When Han Zhibao heard this, he raised his head in surprise. "Why is it the boys toilet?"

The female teacher looked at Han Zhibao carefully with her round eyes through the glasses on the bridge of her nose. Han Zhibao suddenly realized that she quickly covered her injured left cheek.

But the female teacher found out, she walked up to Zhibao in surprise, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Okay! You are fighting outside again. This class is a lady's class, how can it tolerate a barbarian like you! Men's room , one month. And I will tell the principal." After finishing speaking, the female teacher returned to the podium.

Han Zhibao wanted to resist, but she held back.She turned around, and at the same time she turned around, she took a hard look at Shang Xinhe who was sitting in the front row.

Shang Xinhe also bravely looked at Han Zhibao.

Han Zhibao was about to leave when the female teacher stopped her suddenly, "You have no education at all, close the door." Han Zhibao suppressed the anger in his heart and closed the door firmly.The loud closing sound shook her heart.Did she really come by mistake?Obviously everyone here looks down on her, but she can bear these things, and she will never stop until she achieves her goal.

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