"Go away, you!"

Zhang Xiaoran impatiently patted Zhang Xuewei's father's hand and cried more loudly: "that opportunity, I've been waiting for three years. This is my turn.

I didn't expect that Wu's name should have stepped in and robbed me of my place for further study.

The next time it's my turn, I don't know. How can you make me reconciled? "

Zhang Xuewei's father scratched his head and didn't know what to say for a while.

He is weak in character and usually doesn't know how to deal with the overbearing and tough people.

But this time, Wu Xiaoyan they met was a woman of despotic temperament.

Wu Xiaoyan and Zhang Xiaoran are both teachers of the English section of Zhicai middle school. They have a long history of looking at each other and forming a big and small bridge.

This time, when Wu Xiaoyan heard that Zhang Xiaoran was going to study in Lijian, she deliberately stepped in and begged her uncle, who was the school manager, to hand over the quota to her.

This time, really annoyed Zhang Xiaoran.

She had a showdown with Wu Xiaoyan on the spot in the office, but Wu Xiaoyan was not guilty at all. Instead, with her own power, she suppressed Zhang Xiaoran into silence.

Zhang Xuewei can't bear to see Wu Xiaoyan bullying her mother, so she runs to the school leaders to make a scene.

However, the leaders knew that Wu Xiaoyan was Wu's niece, so they naturally stood on her side and turned a blind eye to Zhang Xuewei's appeal.

In a fit of anger, Zhang Xuewei launched a march in the school, accusing the school of injustice, and threatened to drop out of school, asking the school to return the quota to Zhang Xiaoran.

The results are conceivable.

Zhang Xuewei's small arms and legs, how can you screw the school leadership?

And the students who followed Zhang Xuewei's parade were also very few and did not set off waves in the school at all.

School rage, a notice of criticism, not only Zhang Xiaoran was suspended, Zhang Xuewei was also suspended from school.

At this time, Zhang Xuewei also sat on one side with a sad face and sighed with her mother.

"By the way, didn't your little boy friend hear that he is the president of our school?

Shall we try to contact him? "

Zhang Xiaoran, half crying, suddenly remembered Yehong.

She knew that night Hong and her daughter had a good relationship, and suddenly thought of the Savior.

"Mom, what are you talking about?! What little boyfriends, who do you listen to? "

Zhang Xuewei is extremely embarrassed and angry, and the blush on her face almost covers her forehead.

"Of course, listen to the class discussion of the students..." Zhang Xiaoran muttered in one side.

Zhang Xuewei shook her head helplessly and sighed: "school directors are not school directors, they are just rumors. We should not listen to the wind is the rain.

Besides, ah Hong is so busy in egret city that he can't take charge of our family's affairs! "

"Well, that's what I said. I think I'd better die. Wuwuwu --"

Zhang Xiaoran, who was desperate in heart, was lying on the sofa and crying again.

"Ding Dong --"

the doorbell rang, and Zhang Xuewei's father went to open the door and yelled, "who is it?"

As soon as the gate was opened, the young gangsters in the three celebrities were forced into the door.

They have exaggerated hairstyles, several lipsticks on their lips, and a non mainstream look. They are three walking killers.

But even so, the three uninvited guests still scared Zhang Xuewei's family.

"You, who are you?"

Zhang Xuewei's father shivered and asked.

"Get out of here, old trash!"

The three thugs kicked Zhang Xuewei's father away without any courtesy, and approached Zhang Xuewei maliciously.

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