The first top lady

Gao Xiu, the head of the first grade, was surprised and confused when he heard that Xu Che and Song Yike had a fight across grades.

This is impossible. They are both good students who usually abide by school rules and regulations and are serious about making progress. How could they fight? Pang Tuo from the second grade is tall and strong. He gets into trouble every day. He can fight against two of them. Didn't they get hurt by Pang Tuo? Xu Che and Song Yike are good candidates in their grade who are sure to get into A-level and S-level schools. If something happens...

Gao Xiu rolled up his sleeves and pushed the door open angrily, "Director Wang, these two students of mine are the top two in the grade. If they get hurt, don't blame me for turning against you."

Wang Youliang complained in his heart. He was bullied by his wife at home, and threatened by other "tigers" at school. "Oh, no, Director Gao, the situation is not what you think..."

"Don't tell me that we are one student against two, with the majority bullying the minority. The two of us put together are not as heavy as you."

"No, what does it have to do with me?" Besides, "the one who was injured is my student."

Gao Xiu was stunned, "Huh? My students weren't hurt?"

Wang Youliang shook his head and sighed, "The parents just took him to the hospital. Your student's parents haven't arrived yet?"

Just as he finished speaking, a question came from the door, "Is this the office of the head teacher of the first grade?" The old man with silver hair, leaning on a wooden carved cane, said slowly: "I am Xu Che's parent. I heard that he is cutting leeks from others? This kid, how old is he, and he still steals other people's things..."

The old man walked inside tremblingly, and his words gradually turned into a soliloquy.

"I'm the head of the second grade, this is..."

"Ah? Did I go the wrong way?" The old man turned around with difficulty, preparing to leave, and muttered to himself: "I'm old, my eyes are blurry, I can't see clearly..."

"Grandma, you are right. You must be Xu Che's grandma." Gao Xiu walked over and helped the old woman up, explaining, "I am Xu Che's head teacher. Please sit down for a while. I will ask the students to call Xu Che over."

"Oh," she said, saving the trouble of moving. "Then I'll sit for a while. I'm old, and I need to rest after walking a few steps."

After Gao Xiu helped the old man sit down, she looked at Wang Youliang, and they both shook their heads helplessly. She called a passing student from outside and asked him to go to the first floor to call Xu Che and Song Yike.

When Xu Che heard that it was his seventy-year-old mother-in-law who came, he jumped over the chair in front of him and ran all the way over. If anything happened to his mother-in-law, he would be dead.

Song Yike seemed a little more relaxed when he walked in.

"Mother-in-law, how did you get here?" Xu Che almost shouted, his voice several decibels higher than usual.

I thought maybe she was driving the old electric tricycle that she usually used to play mahjong. If there was an accident, he would be fully responsible. While asking, I took a closer look and was relieved to see that there was no problem.

"Xiaozhou brought me here in a three-wheeled vehicle without a canopy. In this hot sun, you might as well drive my covered vehicle."

Xu Che was completely relieved. Fortunately, she didn't come alone.

At the gate of Linhang No. 7 Middle School, Song Yixuan was walking towards the school, twirling the car keys on his fingers. Passing by a limited edition convertible sports car, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Wow, this car is great! It's pretty shiny, but... it's too low.

She shook her head and sighed, "Not very good." She was not very satisfied.

The man in the car was sitting with his legs crossed, staring through his sunglasses at Song Yixuan who was walking in front of his car with an envious expression. Just as he was about to stand up and talk to him, he heard Song Yixuan say in a low voice, "Not very good."

The man was immediately furious, "What did you say?" This was Yinqiu's latest limited edition sports car, of which there were only ten in the world. If he hadn't known one of the five nobles of Yinqiu Manor, he wouldn't have been able to get this car.

How dare you say his car is not good.

Song Yixuan paused, turned around and looked at him, and said seriously: "I'm not talking about you."

The young man became even more angry. He first belittled his car and then belittled his person. He couldn't swallow this.

"Stop!" The man walked in front of Song Yixuan, his face froze, he raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, the light in his eyes was undisguised.

It was truly the most perfect face he had ever seen.

All the anger instantly disappeared. "Miss, can you add me on WeChat? I'll take you for a ride."

Song Yixuan glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "Oh, I'm busy." She was going to a parent-teacher meeting and was called to attend a criticism meeting.

"Then you can add WeChat first." The man walked backwards, his eyes unwilling to leave Song Yixuan's face, trying to catch up with Song Yixuan, his hands frantically reaching for his cell phone.

Suddenly he stumbled and fell flat on the sidewalk bricks, and small half of the brick rolled into the tree pit.

"Who throws bricks randomly on the ground?"

Song Yixuan looked back at the man's miserable appearance, then left with a smile.

How stupid! Who told you to walk backwards? You don't have eyes at the back of your head.

Song Yixuan went to the second floor of the high school very depressed, but was allowed to walk around the first floor in vain.

"Sister?" Song Yike was a little surprised, but he immediately recovered. His first contact information has always been Song Yishen's.

"Yeah." Song Yizhen stood aside with his arms folded calmly, like a bystander.

She had indeed never seen this occasion.

Gao Xiu and Wang Youliang looked at the old lady in her seventies sitting on the right and the innocent girl standing on the left, and felt that this combination might be difficult to deal with.

"Ah, we called the two parents here today mainly because the child had a conflict with someone at school. Just now..." Gao Xiu explained calmly.

Pang Tuo has gone to the hospital for treatment. He admitted that he sprained his ankle accidentally, but fighting is definitely not an option, so reflection is inevitable.

"Stealing soil?" The old man's voice was very powerful, and he turned to sighing and said, "Xu Che has been raised by me since he was a child. His parents are not around, and I am old and have difficulty moving. I usually have no power to take care of him. But I definitely cannot tolerate things like sneaking around..."

Gao Xiu: “…”

Wang Youliang: “???”

Xu Che hurriedly explained, "Oh, sorry, my mother-in-law is hard of hearing, I have to speak loudly to her." So he leaned over and corrected loudly: "Grandma, it's not stealing soil."

"Hmm? No?" The old man hesitated for a moment, then said firmly: "Then stealing leeks is not allowed. If you want to eat them, I will buy them for you. You can't..."

Xu Che shrugged helplessly, "Haha, old people are like this." I couldn't hear clearly, and there was more to say.

The old man's nagging still echoed in the office.

Wang Youliang smiled and said "It's okay", and asked Xu Che to send the old man back first. In this way, they couldn't exchange much useful information.

But Song Yixuan, who had been silent all the time, felt that he had heard a lot of useful information. For example, Xu Che, like them, had been an orphan since childhood, and it was difficult to satisfy his desire to eat leeks.

Alas, it turns out that he is also a child with a miserable life.

When he left, he gave Song Yi Ke some extra living expenses and told him to get along well with his classmates and help them more often.

Of course, the "classmate" Song Yizhen was referring to was Xu Che.

However, Song Yike did not notice anything wrong.