Everyone started to love me after wearing the book

"Principal, you must punish Ye Lingwei and Fei Lan from Class [-]. We have never had a student who dared to do anything to the teacher in No. [-] Middle School!" Not only students, but also teachers. If a teacher has poor teaching ability, it is the original sin.

This is also the reason why Zhang Xian and Li Lan can almost walk sideways in school. The classes they bring out have the best grades and the highest enrollment rate, so they have the confidence to make demands on the principal, even if these demands are in the principal's hands. It doesn't seem reasonable.

The principal touched the top of his bald head, "Hey, Mr. Zhang, as teachers, we can't be too strict with students. Hey, do you think I'm right? Besides, it depends on the contributions they made to the school. For the sake of this, you just turn a blind eye and close your eyes, just treat them as ignorant, as an adult, what do you care about with children?"

The principal no longer wants to feel Ye Cen's cold eyes. In the past, Zhang Xian turned a blind eye to Ye Lingwei's harshness. Besides, Ye Lingwei's classmate was indeed a hindrance to their No. [-] Middle School.Although Teacher Zhang's behavior is indeed a bit extreme sometimes, but the starting point is good.

Zhang Xian couldn't believe it, "Teacher, what you taught me is based on the students' grades..."

The principal used to be her class teacher, and the principal was so harsh on her back then, why is it not working now?

The headmaster, who had long since lost his stately appearance, smiled embarrassedly, and explained, "I was not the headmaster at that time, I was just a class teacher, just like you now, only my students' grades are in your eyes, because that At that time, everything else was dealt with by the principal."

Zhang Xian seemed to understand a little bit, understood why the principal began to give in, and didn't say a word about Li Lan's punishment, without a word of rebuttal, and acquiesced that Teacher Li was now resting at home with pay.

Because his status is different, his responsibilities have also changed.

He is responsible for all the students in No. [-] Middle School, so even if it is only a one-thousandth risk, he dare not take it.

Zhang Xian opened her mouth, but failed to make a sound. She cleared her throat and said, "Then let's forget it?"

The headmaster took a sip of his precious tea and glanced at her, "Otherwise? Just take care of your own class, and don't meddle in the affairs of other people's classes."

"Besides...the principal paused, "I think these two students are not as bad as you said. "

Zhang Xian couldn't believe it, "Teacher, how could you say that?"

"It seems that you are really old, teacher." After Zhang Xian said this, she slammed the door and left angrily, ignoring her teacher who was sitting on the sofa behind her with a look of astonishment on her face.

"Look, look, does she still regard me as her teacher?" The principal rolled his eyes angrily, and put the tea cup in his hand heavily on the tea table, feeling tight in his chest.

When he was young, he was also like Zhang Xian. Later, when he became the principal, he saw too many students who had poor grades but were able to make a career out of themselves. Only then did he realize that grades are not everything that determines everything. It's just more opportunities for you to choose.

But he understood this truth, but the student he valued the most hadn't figured it out yet.

Zhang Xian is younger than Li Lan, more than 30 years old, a key kindergarten, key primary school, key junior high school, key high school, and key university. After graduation, she went to study abroad. Her life and grades represent everything. This is what her most beloved teacher taught her , she has always believed in this throughout her previous school career.

But now the teacher who taught her told her that this was wrong.

How could it be wrong?

"Come out, come out!" Gao Linhao was lying on the window sill, and saw Zhang Xian coming out of the independent office building, with a dazed expression on his face. He returned to his seat and sat down, happily, "She definitely failed to sue, I have experience, Success doesn't look like this, she should come up now."

Ye Lingwei finished the test paper and capped the pen, "Are you very experienced?"

Gao Linhao brushed his hair, raised his head, and was very proud, "No, there are eight teachers who sued me, if not ten, every time they sue, they are all beaming, and then I will be in trouble."

Ye Lingwei looked at him for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

After Gao Linhao finished speaking with Ye Lingwei, he leaned over to Fei Lan's shoulder and asked, "Brother Lan, will you take the test a little more this time? See if Zhang Xian can still smile!"

Ye Lingwei's attention was also attracted by this question, and he also wanted to know what Fei Lan would do.

Fei Lan was playing with her mobile phone without raising her head, "No."

"Why not?" Gao Linhao didn't react for a while.

"The topic is too difficult," Fei Lan sighed pretentiously, "I don't know how to do it."

Ye Lingwei, "..."

Gao Linhao was completely stunned. After digesting the meaning of Fei Lan's words, he pulled his hair and wailed, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Brother Lan, you wouldn't be so cruel, right? I can definitely see your name turn golden right?"

Fei Lan didn't answer.

Gao Linhao looked at Ye Lingwei, "Ye Lingwei, you can do it too, right?"

"I..." Ye Lingwei blinked, a little at a loss, "Let me try it."

"Try it? What do you want to try? You'd better have your names in hot gold, let's see how proud that woman is!" Gao Linhao gritted his teeth with hatred.

"What about you?" Fei Lan looked at Gao Linhao meaningfully.

"Me? What about me?" Gao Linhao was puzzled for a moment, and realized that both Fei Lan and Ye Lingwei were looking at him. He suddenly changed from a fighter plane to a civilian plane, and waved his hand embarrassingly, "I'll forget it." , if I can turn red, I thank the eighteen generations of ancestors.”

He's skinny anyway, and he doesn't care.

Compared with himself, he cared more about Fei Lan and Ye Lingwei being looked down upon by a teacher like Zhang Xian, which made him feel aggrieved.

"Little Master..."

Fei Lan nodded to the driver and got into the car. The low-key commercial vehicle turned and left at the school gate, pouring into the sea of ​​road vehicles.

The man sitting in the back seat had his eyes closed. After Fei Lan got into the car for a while, he slowly opened his eyes. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Fei Lan looking out of the window expressionlessly. There is nothing around.

"Did you fight the teacher at school?"

Fei Lan looked at Fei Qiang and smiled, "You know?"

Fei Qiang didn't respond, it was obviously not what he was going to ask now.

"You and Ye San have a good relationship?" Fei Qiang had a faint smile on his face, "Then protect that child?"

Hearing Fei Qiang mentioning Ye Lingwei, Fei Lan frowned, but didn't say anything. When Fei Qiang was a child, Fei Qiang was good to the Ye family's children. Asking this question now is within the normal range of elders caring about younger generations.

"He's my friend," Fei Lan said, "He used to call me brother."

So Fei Lan naturally put Ye Lingwei in his territory without any extravagant thoughts, even for such a beautiful boy.

"He doesn't hate you?"

Fei Lan looked out the window and said flatly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Fei Qiang's expression showed neither happiness nor displeasure, he tapped his fingers on his knees one after another, "You can't protect him."

"Or, you are not qualified." Fei Qiang's tone was mechanical and cold. It was not the tone of talking to his son at all, but as if he was talking to his subordinates. If he accurately described it, he should be the partner of cooperation.

Fei Qiang brutally tore the current Fei Lan apart, the tear was bloody, he watched the boy's face sink indifferently, but he still told the truth directly.

"Fei Lan, just wait and see, Ye San will meet someone who can completely protect him," Fei Qiang said slowly, "You are just a temporary stop."

Sitting on the flower bed, the handsome boy who looks like a god will encounter more and more dangers and challenges in the future. His arrogance and arrogance have been revealed on his face, and he will provoke more and more people.

And his son is just a city wall that can be captured at will.

Fei Lan's fingers clenched tightly on his knees, and after a long time, he slowly released them, looked sideways at Fei Qiang, smiled, and said, "Maybe you don't know Ye San well, he's not as fragile as you think."

Fei Qiang raised his hand, "Whether he is weak or not, who cares?"

"The point is, do you think he's fragile?" Fei Qiang spread his hands, "Of course, it's up to you, it's just a reminder."

If Fei Lan doesn't live up to it, he doesn't mind taking Ye San to come and raise him under his name.

When Fei Lan returned home, he ignored his aunt's hand reaching out to help him pick up his schoolbag, and went straight up the stairs into his room.

Auntie looked upstairs suspiciously, Fei Qiang then came in, put the coat on Auntie's hand gently, and said with a smile, "Rebellious period, please understand."

"..."

Fei Lan's room is a living room with its own living room and bathroom. There is a small space next to the living room. There is a photo of a beautiful woman on the white cabinet. If you look closely, it still looks a bit like Fei Lan. Yes, there are fresh white chrysanthemums on both sides of the photo frame. The incense is changed every day, and the white smoke curls up.

The boy knelt in front of the photo and kowtowed three times without saying a word.

Fei Lan didn't look at the smiling Ai Shu in the photo. He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped, and the shadows extended from the corners of his eyes to his temples, like a dark cloud.

"Ms. Ai, I seem to have someone I want to protect," Fei Lan said in a low voice, "but I am like this, it seems that it is not possible..."

Fei Lan smiled softly, and said slowly, "He is so beautiful, he is so beautiful that he will cause a lot of trouble, and he has a bad temper, causing trouble every day, and he calls me brother, I can't leave him alone."

The faint fragrance of chrysanthemums in the room was floating around, and the curtains were swinging quietly. After a long time, the boy's hoarse voice resounded absolutely in the dark room.

"I want to take care of him."

"I'm going to take care of him."