Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

Zhou Xiaotong said this in a low voice, and only Zhou Anan and a few classmates nearby heard it.

Zhou Anan clenched her fists, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

Why did Teacher Wen say that those who bullied her had never bullied her?

They believed what they said about Teacher Wen, so why didn’t she believe what she said about Teacher Wen?

Zhou Anan felt very aggrieved and angry, but she was also scared by the mocking and anticipatory looks of the children around her.

Anger and fear made her small body tremble uncontrollably.

She misses her mom and dad so much!

"Mom..." Zhou Anan murmured.

The classmates nearby heard this and laughed at her, saying, "Zhou Anan, you're still breastfeeding and you're still calling for your mother. You're a little fool, and your mother is also a big fool. There's no point in calling her."

"Haha, that's right, the whole family is stupid, we really don't know..." The kid with glasses couldn't continue speaking because a fist hit him hard in the eye.

"You are the fool!" Zhou Anan stared at the person who scolded her as fiercely as a little wolf cub.

"Ah, my eyes..." The boy wearing glasses burst into tears.

His eyeglasses were broken, and some glass fragments pierced his face, causing blood to flow out. Fortunately, his eyeballs were not injured, but he still screamed in pain.

Teacher Wen was originally on the podium talking to the children who admitted to bullying Zhou Anan, asking them to take the initiative to admit their mistakes and try to minimize the negative impact of the incident.

Who knew that something even more serious happened in the audience, and she was so scared that she ran over quickly.

The boy wearing glasses was called Li Zihao, and his family background was not simple. After finding out the reason, Teacher Wen glared at Zhou Anan fiercely, then quickly picked up Li Zihao and ran towards the infirmary.

After Teacher Wen left, the classroom was in chaos.

Deputy head teacher Ms. Zhan hurried in to maintain order. She had just gone to the Academic Affairs Office for something and only found out when she came back that a classmate was injured.

Teacher Zhan learned the whole story from the children's chatter.

Of course, those kids all said it was Zhou Anan’s fault. Zhou Anan made a fuss out of nothing and even deliberately injured Li Zihao’s eyes.

Teacher Zhan looked at the little girl who had been silent beside him, his eyes moving from her messy hair, to her torn skirt, to the bloodstains on her face.

The bloodstain has scabbed over and is no longer bleeding, but it is still shocking to look at on the fair and tender face.

The little girl's face was pale, her eyes were looking at the ground, her hands were clenched into fists and hung at her sides, and her body was shaking slightly.

Teacher Zhan bent down and squatted, looking Zhou Anan in the eye. She reached out and held Zhou Anan's little hand, and was shocked.

Why are my hands so cold?

"An An, tell Teacher Zhan, were the injuries on your face scratched or cut?" Teacher Zhan asked in a slow tone.

Zhou Anan looked at the teacher in front of her with fear with her elk-like eyes. There was some confusion in her eyes, and she didn't understand why the teacher asked that.

Don't they believe what she says?

She had already said that those people beat her together, but the teacher just didn't believe her.

"An An, Teacher Zhan needs to find out how you got the injury on your face. It will be troublesome if it gets infected." Teacher Zhan explained patiently.

Zhou Anan understood this time. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "Zhou Xiaotong scratched my face with a piece of iron..."

"You're lying, I didn't scratch you."

Before Zhou Anan finished speaking, Zhou Xiaotong stood up and pointed at her viciously.

Teacher Zhan looked at Zhou Xiaotong and said, "Xiaotong, I'm still talking to An An about the situation. Please sit down first."

She also had a headache about this female classmate. Zhou Xiaotong usually bullied other classmates.

Her homeroom teacher, Mr. Wen, had told her privately about the Zhou family's background and told them to turn a blind eye as long as nothing serious happened.

Zhou Xiaotong was not afraid of Teacher Zhan at all. She raised her little face and said fiercely, "Teacher Zhan, Zhou Anan slandered me. You should punish her."

"The teacher will understand the situation clearly. Please sit down first." Teacher Zhan said in a stern tone.

Zhou Xiaotong pouted and sat down reluctantly, but still stared at Zhou Anan fiercely.

"An An, you said Xiao Tong scratched you with a piece of iron. Do you remember where the iron came from?"

Teacher Zhan has actually believed what Zhou Anan said, and now he just needs to find physical evidence.

"In her pocket." Zhou Anan pointed at Zhou Xiaotong.

When everyone looked over, Zhou Xiaotong subconsciously covered her coat pockets.

After all, they are just a bunch of kids, and they are not very cunning.

Teacher Zhan stood up and walked over to Zhou Xiaotong: "Xiaotong, do you want to take it out yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

"No, it wasn't me. I didn't scratch her. It was the little fool who lied and slandered me." Zhou Xiaotong was still quibbling.

Teacher Zhan frowned. "You can't scold your classmates, Zhou Xiaotong. If you did something wrong, you should have the courage to admit it."

"I'm not wrong, you're wrong. Teacher Wen is much better than you. She won't say anything to me. I'll go back and tell my dad to fire you..." Zhou Xiaotong cursed Teacher Zhan fiercely.

Teacher Zhan ignored her, grabbed her arm and went straight to search the pocket of her clothes.

As a result, they really found a thin piece of iron with blood stains on it, which looked a bit scary.

"Bringing sharp weapons into school is not allowed. Who asked you to bring them?" Teacher Zhan asked Zhou Xiaotong sternly while holding the iron piece.

Seeing the iron piece in the teacher's hand, Zhou Xiaotong felt a little scared. Her eyes rolled around quickly, and suddenly she opened her mouth and cried "wow".

"Dad, someone is bullying me, Dad, come and save me..."

The little girl's voice was so sharp and loud that it echoed from the classroom to the corridor outside.

"What's wrong? What happened again?" Teacher Wen rushed in.

She had just sent Li Zihao to the infirmary for treatment. Fortunately, the glass fragments did not penetrate deeply. The infirmary staff said that it was not serious. After disinfection, they prescribed some medicine. Now he was resting in the infirmary, and she rushed back to clean up the mess.

"Teacher Wen, save me!" Zhou Xiaotong rushed over when she saw her head teacher.

Teacher Wen hugged the little girl, holding her as dearly as if she were his own eyes, and asked hurriedly, "Xiaotong, what's wrong? Who bullied you?"

"Teacher Zhan scolded me, and that Zhou Anan, she framed me!" Zhou Xiaotong was the first to complain.

Teacher Wen's heart skipped a beat.

Teacher Zhan, the assistant class teacher, is responsible and kind, but she has one problem: she is too slow to think flexibly.

What good will happen if you offend the Zhou family?

Teacher Wen looked at Teacher Zhan, and his eyes suggested that she should quickly comfort her precious Zhou Xiaotong.

But Teacher Zhan glanced at her, then turned his head and said to Zhou Anan, "Come on, I'll take you to treat your wound first."

As he said this, he actually took Zhou Anan's hand and walked away.

Teacher Wen was furious.