The Rebirth of Miss Xin Er

Chapter 29

Maybe it was because Xin Er's tone was too bad, or maybe Sanjiao wanted to clean up her again, and when the pressure on his body was relieved, he moved forward with a ferocious face and fisted fiercely, wanting to greet her.

The young man in the car played with the velvet in his hand, his cold eyes just quietly looked at everything outside the car window.Long road trips and hours in the car are boring.In such a cold day, there are still students fighting on the road, um... It's still boys beating girls, it's really interesting.Like watching free sitcoms, young people pass the time by watching them without any compassion.

"What are you guys doing? Fighting at the school gate and want to repeat the grade and be punished?"

It was too late to say it, and when Sanjiao’s fist was about to hit Xin Er again, a little donkey drove up not far away, with its headlights on and beeping its horn, and the occupant opened his mouth. The posture of speaking is obviously that of being a teacher.

Students are afraid of teachers, no matter how gentle and easy to get along with teachers, they are always afraid in their bones.No, the teenagers panicked when they heard the person talking, and thought that it was around the school, and some people still thought the voice was familiar, and hurriedly dragged the triangle to the small alley, and ran away in a few seconds disappeared.Before leaving, Sanjiao didn't forget to bump Xin Er angrily again. Her legs were weak and she was knocked to the ground again, and her buttocks sat on the ground. She gritted her teeth in pain and waited for a while before she had the strength to get up .

When the little donkey came close, Xin Er could see who was coming.That was her teacher, math teacher Ding Haibo.

Ding Haibo is also one of the teachers who are on duty this week. After school, he has to stay and check that there is nothing wrong with the teaching area before going back, so it is considered too late to go home today.I thought that the students should have gone back early in the cold weather, but unexpectedly there were still a few people staying not far from the school gate, and there seemed to be a dispute.As a teacher, as a young, enthusiastic coach with a strong sense of responsibility, he couldn't allow the children to have accidents under his nose, so he hurriedly shouted to interrupt them, stepped on the accelerator and rushed straight forward.When I got closer, I realized that it was actually a few boys who were embarrassing a girl, and that girl was still a student in the class he taught, that slightly weird Xin Er.

If Xin Er knew that her math teacher's evaluation of her was "evil and weird", he would probably show his respect by raising his middle finger right away!What about being gentle and humble, and a teacher with noble morals?Are there any teachers who miss their students so much?
"Student Xin Er, how are you?" Ding Haibo stopped the little donkey and hurried over to help her.

Xin Er's body was covered with dust, and the point where she fell was even scratched. She stood crookedly and covered her buttocks, wrinkled her face and tried to blink away the tears that welled up her eyes. Her eyes were red, and her lips were red. Pressing tightly, in the eyes of the teacher, it is a small appearance that is afraid of being wronged after being frightened.After all, she is still a little girl, no matter how weird she is, she is still a child who has not grown up, how can she not be afraid of being surrounded by a few boys?
Ding Haibo helped Xin Er take her schoolbag to his arm, supported her, and gently brushed off the dust on her clothes with one hand, "Do you know who those boys were just now? How did you find you? How did you You haven't come home so late? Your feet hurt?"

Turn on the teacher nanny mode, and the math teacher keeps asking questions.With the help of the teacher, Xin Er tried to step on his right foot, and a heart-piercing pain was transmitted quickly.It appears the sprain was worse than expected.At this moment, what Xin Er was worried about was not her own injuries. Anyway, with the transfer beads in her hands, a small injury was not a problem. Instead, the teacher was present. How would she explain her strangeness if she was found?At this moment, Xin Er extremely hoped that the effect of the transfer beads would not take effect too soon, at least until she returned home or the teacher left.

(End of this chapter)