The rolling knife meat travels through the book, and the scumbag father and grandparents are left wi

"Five years old, do you think Yangfan's mother would be sick?" Yangfan's desk mates all felt that something was wrong with Yangfan's mother.

He felt that if he had a mother like Yangfan, he would go crazy.

It’s okay that he doesn’t have a cell phone, but for a grown-up like him, it’s a bit too much not to have any pocket money.

In the name of doing good for Yangfan, Yangfan's mother monitored Yangfan's every move like a prison warden, controlling his food, clothing, housing, transportation, and words and deeds.

My goodness, the oppressive feeling of being unable to breathe came over me and I felt like I was suffocating.

"Not only is she sick, but her illness is very serious." Sui Yi felt that Yang Fan's mother was even more suffocating than the last time he saw her.

This "illness" is developing a little too fast!

At least we have to wait until Yangfan goes to college before the situation gets worse, right?

Yangfan's mother was sent away by Teacher Xia, and the dean of studies didn't know what to say when facing Yangfan.

"Go back and study with peace of mind. Everything will be fine."

The dean of studies said such a useless word of comfort in a dry voice, and he even forced a stiff smile, thinking he was kind.

If you want the dean to scare someone, that's absolutely no problem, but it would be a bit difficult for him to enlighten someone.

He is second in the grade, easy to take care of and obedient. What a good child! How could he have such a mother?

"Who are you trying to scare to death, Director?" Sui Yi rushed in and stared at the Dean's strange facial expression and said, "Tsk tsk, Director, I'm not saying that your face, which looks like a child trying to stop crying, is more suitable for an expression that matches your status."

"Get out!" The head teacher's expression immediately changed when facing Suiyi.

Yang Fan, the classmate sitting behind Sui Yi, shuddered in fear, but the shameless Sui Yi pretended not to hear anything.

"Hehe..." The dean grinned: "Dean, look at this phone..."

The dean then looked at the "culprit" and picked up his phone. He took a look and the color and accessories looked more and more familiar to him.

"Isn't this the one that was confiscated from you before?" It seems that the dean of studies has a good memory. It has been a long time since Suiyi changed his cell phone, but he still remembers it.

"Well..." Sui's eyes rolled around: "Isn't this my second year of high school? Under the guidance of the Dean, I have learned from my mistakes and decided to study hard and get into a good university."

"It just so happens that Yang Fan is a good student, so I thought of adding Yang Fan's contact information so that he can guide me."

"Who knew he didn't have a cell phone? I've finally made up my mind to study hard. I can't let this little difficulty overwhelm me, right?"

"So I gave him this old phone."

"Director, you don't know that Yang Fan is a warm, friendly, helpful and three-good student."

"The questions he explained to me were easy to understand and particularly simple to follow. He was much better than our teacher."

"With his help, I have developed an unprecedented passion for learning..."

Yang Fan, her desk mate, was really impressed by the way she told such an outrageous lie with such confidence.

"So your academic performance has improved a lot?" The dean interrupted her endless stream of lies in a sarcastic tone.

“Hehe…” Sui Yi laughed dryly, “You can’t be impatient for quick results when studying. You have to take your time. But I promise you, someone as smart as me, my grades will definitely improve before I graduate.”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and go back to class." The dean impatiently drove them away.

"Then Director, please take a look at my cell phone..." We should always try our best to get it if we can, right?

The dean looked down at his phone, then threw it to her and said, "Don't do this again."

"Okay," Sui Yi happily took the phone and said, "Director, you are busy, we will just kneel down and greet you."

After saying that, she pulled Yangfan, who was as stiff as a wooden man, out, and Yangfan's desk mate followed behind.

After they disappeared, a teacher who had witnessed the whole process smiled and said, "The five-year-old in Class 21 is really living up to her name. She is very noisy. It would be great if Yang Fan could be half as cheerful as her."

"Who says it's not true?" A teacher echoed: "Students like Yang Fan don't have any problems with their studies. We are just worried that he will be under too much mental pressure and won't be able to hold on."

They are all in education, and they have encountered too many problematic students. It can be said that in the eyes of these teachers, learning is important, but mental health is more important.

The dean also sighed and hoped that the girl could improve Yang Fan's situation.

I’m second in the grade, it would be a shame if I failed... Bah, even if I’m second to last in the grade, I can’t fail.

Suiyi naturally couldn't hear what the dean was thinking, and she didn't go back to class. She dug out the snacks she had hidden, and took Yangfan and her desk mate to find a shady place, and the three of them formed a group.

"Here..." Sui threw the phone to Yang Fan casually: "You are such a fool. Can't you hide your things more carefully?"

"Let me tell you, there are techniques to hiding things. If you don't have experience, you can ask us."

"Although everyone's academic performance is not as good as yours, we still have many advantages."

Yang Fan tightened his grip on the phone, still saying nothing.

Suiyi winked at Yangfan, who understood. He took a bite of duck neck and said, "Yes, I have experience. I was found hiding my cell phone by my mom and got beaten. The neighbors almost called the police."

"This experience was gained through blood and tears."

"So miserable?" Sui Yi asked, "Are you a stepmother?"

"Are you kidding?" Yang Fan's deskmate immediately said seriously, "If she were my stepmother, she wouldn't care if I played with my phone."

"That's right..." Sui Yi said, "My stepmother doesn't care if I play with my phone, and she PUAs me all day long."

"No way?" Yang Fan's deskmate smelled gossip: "You don't look like you've been brainwashed, do you?"

"Well, she wanted to spoil me, but she didn't want to spend money on me, so she sent me to my uncle's house to be raised."

Suiyi also took the opportunity to slander Su Shuyun: "I am lucky to have a good uncle and aunt who treat me as their own child. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of harm she would have done to me."

"You're indeed worse off than us," Yang Fan's desk mate commented.

"Every family has its own problems. Who can live in this world easily?"

Sui Yi sighed in a mature manner.

"For us, we have the huge mountain of study in front of us, parents wielding whips behind us, the dean of studies on the left watching over morality and discipline, and teachers on the right doing their best to issue tasks."

"We are just like the little white rabbit that was trapped. If we don't want to be eaten, we can only run forward desperately, hoping to cross the mountain and become a spirit or a demon."

"I like your description." Yang Fan's desk mate nodded in agreement.

Isn’t it true? If you don’t study for a day, a bunch of people will come to hunt you down.