The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

84. The classic case of pretending to be struck by lightning

The two teachers walked up the stairs in front of the door and ran into Lu Rong heading the two spider men to install light strips on the outside wall of the villa. When Lu Rong saw the two teachers, he understood what was going on as soon as he turned his mind, and walked over to say hello: "Hello, Teacher Gu."

After that, he greeted Qin Shen, "Hello, Teacher Qin."

Qin Shen gave Gu Yijun a wink, and Gu Yijun smiled and said to Lu Rong, "Student Lu, haha, hello! Teacher Qin came to visit you with me—not me and you, you are in Class 8. Yes, I am your head teacher; and Teacher Qin is the head teacher of class 1, and he came to visit Ji Wenfeng's home...Does Ji Wenfeng live here? Do you live here too? What a coincidence, haha!" Gu Yijun Finally got to the point. Lu Rong had already heard Gu Yijun's meaning beyond the limit, and smiled shyly at him: "My mother works as a washerwoman here, and I sometimes help here."

Lu Rong never forgets that when Ji Wenfeng forced him to burn his head, he won the favor of the head teacher Gu Yijun on the grounds that a child from a poor single parent family participated in the wedding of his mother’s second marriage. Perm has been swaggered for a week in school.

Later, Gu Yijun silently applied for him with a subsidy for extremely poor students, 3,000 yuan a semester, just a few days ago, he and Niu Yanling were the only places in the class.

If Gu Yijun knew that only half of the story was true, the poor single mother Fang Qing’s second marriage partner was actually a super rich Jitong who donated a billion-dollar library to the school...

"Then he will let me pay back the three thousand yuan." Lu Rong thought coldly.

For the three thousand dollars, Lu Rong was determined to **** this impoverished single-parent family to death.

In order to play the role of a poor little white flower whose mother works in a rich family, Lu Rong introduced to Qin Shen innocently and diligently: "Ms. Qin is looking for a young master, right? He is in the backyard." He wiped it with his work gloved hand. I wiped the fine sweat from my forehead.

Today, in order to decorate the facade of the villa in the afternoon, Lu Rong changed into his worst clothes and also put on a dark blue overalls outside. After busying for a long time, he wiped off his sweat. He looked dirty and messy, like a child laborer.

Gu Yijun and Qin Shen: "..."

Master.

This Lu Rong Guan Ji Wenfeng called the Great Master.

Although they secretly call Ji Wenfeng the eldest master, they still have a subtle eye-opening feeling when they know that there is such a rich drama in reality!

My student works for Qin Shen’s students, and my student’s mother is working as a laundrywoman for Qin Shen’s father. Gu Yijun feels a subtle uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if the students’ different circumstances are directly linked to the quality of their education. Hook-it was his poor teaching that made Lu Rong's family fall here.

Qin Shen had a better education than him, he entered the job earlier, and he was more highly regarded by the principal than him. Even the school’s admissions advertisements were all pictures of Qin Shen. It was obvious that he had worked as an advertising model when he was in college. Moreover, in the last exam, the average score of Qin Shen's class was 0.75 points higher than that of their eighth class. Tianna 1 is a class that can be entered with money. How could his average score be higher than a key class?

All of this frustrated Gu Yijun.

He knew that Qin Shen could no longer keep watching Lu Rong's jokes. He said "Let's split our troops", and quickly took Lu Rong's shoulders and left the door: "Where is your mother? Is she busy now? Yes. Talk about it?"

Lu Rong obediently replied: "She is ready, please come with me." While leading Gu Yijun, he madly sent Ji Wenfeng a message: Your class teacher is here, and I told him that I am the son of your laundrywoman. Don't let go.

Ji Wenfeng: "......?"

Ji Wenfeng couldn't help but squeezed the phone tightly: Damn, my little slave just refuses to admit our ulterior relationship in public. Damn it!

Qin Shen walked to the backyard alone to look for Ji Wenfeng. Ji Wenfeng was leaning on the carriage and playing with his mobile phone. There was a snow-white horse wandering around grazing in the yard.

Qin Shen: "Ji Wenfeng."

Ji Wenfeng put down the phone: "Ms. Qin, you are here."

Qin Shen looked at his carriage and horse: "Usually, my amateur life is quite rich." It was in sharp contrast with the child worker in the front yard.

Ji Wenfeng: "It's okay."

Qin Shen: "Where is your father? I want to talk to him."

Ji Wenfeng: "My dad is busy, but he has heard of your name, Teacher Qin, and can't wait to see you."

Qin Shen: "Go."

Ji Wenfeng led the way and led him to Ji Tong's study, reaching out and pushing open the heavy door: "Please."

As soon as Qin Shenfu entered, he felt that his eyes were dark, and the tip of his nose was lingering with the fragrance of a mature man's cologne.

This is a dark room with low-key ornate Persian carpets on the floor, and dark mahogany furniture as far as you can see. Only the light divided by the blinds cast on the mahogany desk in the center of the room, focusing on the entire room. Sight.

Someone was sitting there with his back to the door.

Ji Wenfeng respectfully said: "Dad, Teacher Qin is here."

The man shook his suit and turned around.

She has a shiny back, sharp and deep eyes, a stylish beard, and an expensive Cuban cigar in her mouth.

Lao Song held a cigar in his fingers, swallowed the clouds, squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Shen for a long time, and said with a nonsense smile: "Sit."

Qin Shen thought to himself: The man who donated a billion-dollar library to the school in this legend is really not to be underestimated.

Lao Song: "Hello, Teacher Qin."

Qin Shen said, neither overbearing nor overbearing, "Hello, Mr. Ji."

Lao Song opened the desk drawer, drew out a cigar, and put his hand between his fingers. Ji Wenfeng respectfully took the cigar cutter and walked behind him and helped him cut off the round head.

Old Song handed the cigar to Qin Shen with a deep gaze: "Cuban cigars."

It is better for Qin Shen to obey orders respectfully and take it politely and respectfully.

Old Song Youyou said: "It is said that for every Cuban cigar smoked, a local child lost his hands."

Qin Shen: "..." What is this allusion! How does this make him smoke!

Lao Song ordered Ji Wenfeng: "Give it to Teacher Qin."

Ji Wenfeng: "Yes."

Qin Shen was forced to light his cigarette. He felt like the scene of a drug dealer under the narcotics police, and he was still worried about the local education in Cuba.

Lao Song: "Hehe, I don't know if Teacher Qin came to the humble house, what can I do?"

Qin Shen came back to his senses: "I'll tell you, it's because of the problem of Ji Gongzi's style."

Old Song raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with the dog's style? Is it messing up the relationship between men and women?" He turned around and sternly taught Ji Wenfeng, "I told you already, since you were born, your fiancée is doomed. She is the niece of the secretary of the municipal party committee of s city. Not only does she have a good family background and a high degree of education, she is also one of the top 50 supermodels in the world.

Qin Shen's eyes became sharp instantly: Ji Wenfeng's fiancee is indeed the supermodel niece of the secretary of the municipal party committee of S city!

Ji Wenfeng faced Lao Song and Qin Shen with scorching eyes: Okay, on the surface, one is a glamorous presidential driver, and the other is a serious people's educator, secretly peeking at my gossip! When I got out of here, I deleted all the photos on the Internet!

Lao Song took a faint breath and continued the preaching of the domineering president and father: "Xiao Feng, I am not against your pursuit of love, but I said that the woman you love will only become your mistress! Don't let them They swaggered through the market and raised them into cages as canaries. Even Teacher Qin knew about it, this kind of thing is not an example."

Qin Shen: "Xiaofeng has no male and female style issues. I didn't come here for this."

Lao Song Chongji warmly paid tribute: "Good job. Raising a mistress must do this, don't let anyone know. The spread is so popular that it loses the respect of my Ji family!"

Qin Shen: Although Ji Wenfeng has no male and female style problems, his father must have and his family education is also very problematic!

Qin Shen zoomed in and caught up with the young, and first explained his intentions: "He went to class for half a month and skipped classes for three days. Based on five days of class each week, his skipping rate was as high as 30%, which was lower than the average level issued by the Education Bureau. I I hope to understand the reasons why Ji Gongzi skips classes frequently, and prescribe the right medicine for his personal situation, so that he can take the lead in the monitor."

Old Song said, "Oh, this is what you are talking about."

He stood up, smoked a cigar and walked to the window, overlooking the neat green lawn outside the window, the white horse grazing leisurely, and stroking the huge sapphire ring on his finger.

"Teacher Qin," Lao Song said slowly, "Xiaofeng is playing truant, not wasting precious time and living in confusion. When he disappeared from school, he was sitting in the president's office on the top floor of the Jishi Building. Learn to handle some company affairs."

Qin Shen frowned: "But..."

"I want to ask you to pay attention," Lao Song raised his hand domineeringly, but stopped him, "Xiao Feng is not an ordinary child, he is the future successor of the Ji Family Group!"

A drop of nervous sweat dripped from Qin Shen's forehead.

He glanced at Ji Wenfeng, who seemed to stand aside respectfully, but a snicker flashed in his eyes. Damn it, he had known that home visits would be the result of this, so he had no fear!

Qin Shen clenched his fists: Even the elites cannot ignore basic education!

As long as Ji Wenfeng is still studying in his class, he is dead. If he jumps from here, he will never allow Ji Wenfeng not to pay attention to studying. No one is missing, this is his purpose as a class teacher!

Qin Shen stood up with his hands, took a step forward, and made up his mind.

Normally, he works with his parents to educate students from ignorant and ignorant youths to useful youths for society. Now, he wants to take back the education rights of the students from the domineering man in front of him!

"Ji Wenfeng, you go out first." Qin Shen glanced at Ji Wenfeng coldly, "I have something to say, I want to chat with your father alone or alone."

Ji Wenfeng: "..."

"Yes." Ji Wenfeng winked at Lao Song.

On the surface, the two generations of wealthy and overbearing presidents, father and son, have a heart-to-heart, tacit understanding.

In fact, a lot of panic.