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"..." Wen Xia was taken aback, "Why are you dropping out of school?"

Wouldn't he drop out of school just because of his fierce words?Are children so fragile now?

Shi Xing did not speak.

"Tell me the reason."

Shi Xing said: "My family has no money, and I don't want to go to school, it's boring."

Wen Xia: "If you don't have money, you can apply for a student grant."

"I don't have good grades, so I don't need to occupy that bursary fund. Someone needs it more than me."

"Is there any difficulty in your family?"

"I have no difficulty," Shi Xing said, emphasizing it again, "I don't have any."

"I can't help you hand in your dropout application. I also hope that you don't think about it every day, study hard, and leave the rest alone for the time being. If you have any difficulties, come to me. I will help as much as I can. "

Wen Xia saw Shi Xing's complicated eyes, he turned and left.

Tang Ran's self-criticism was handed in quickly, and Wen Xia glanced at it. He was not too interested in this kind of thing, but he still followed the procedures to educate him. Before leaving, he asked, "Where's Shi Xing's?"

"He hasn't written it yet." Tang Ran said, "I haven't seen him write it. He hasn't come to self-study."

Didn't come for early self-study?

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows.

After Tang Ran left, Wen Xia sat for a while and walked to the classroom.

There is a class in the classroom, it is English.

He saw Shi Xing at a glance. He was standing straight in the last row, with his head lowered, showing the back of his fair neck, and he couldn't see clearly what he was doing.

Wen Xia felt a sudden fire in his heart - Shi Xing would rather stand there than write a self-criticism and hand it over to him.

He pushed open the back door and gestured to the English teacher to signal her to continue.

The high school head teacher suddenly pushed the back door to check in. It has almost become a customary rule. The whole class sat up straight and glanced behind cautiously.

Wen Xia went straight to Shi Xing's side, only then did Shi Xing find him, and stuffed the things in his hand into the hole in the table in a panic, Wen Xia leaned over, took Shi Xing's hand away forcefully, and took out the things that were stuffed inside. s things.

——a notebook, looking shabby.

Wen Xia's eyes turned cold: "Come out."

Shi Xing followed him out.

outside the classroom.

Shi Xing stood against the wall, looked up at him, and stared at the notebook in his hand.

Wen Xia: "Do you know what class you're in?"

"……Know."

"I know you're still distracted!" Wen Xia roared, Wen Xia was startled by the suddenly raised volume, Wen Xia glanced at the notebook in his hand, "What is this?"

When Shi Xing saw that he was about to turn over, he subconsciously raised his hand to hold his hand. His hand was very cold, like a piece of ice. Wen Xia frowned: "What's inside?"

"..."

"Shi Xing, if you don't tell me, I can only look through it myself in front of you." Wen Xia said coldly, "Should you tell me?"

"..." Shi Xing bit his lip, "My mother's diary."

He remembered what Yang Lin had said to him in the office.

Now it was Wen Xia's turn to have nothing to say.

Shi Xing rarely showed some grievances, he quickly cleaned up his emotions, and kept his eyes away calmly, the corners of his eyes were red, but he was a 17-year-old child after all, and he couldn't control his emotions well.

"Tell me," Wen Xia said, "why do you want to drop out?"

"I think it's useless to go to school, and you can't be free if you learn those things."

Hearing the word "freedom" from a child, Wen Xia felt a little funny, and asked, "Freedom—do you know what freedom is?"

"I know," Shi Xing said, "I can decide my own destiny instead of being suppressed by disgust."

Shi Xing's voice was very soft, but with a kind of determination.

Wen Xia frowned.

Shi Xing suddenly realized what he had said, stopped talking, and only said: "Teacher, I am writing a self-criticism, can you return the notebook to me?"

Shi Xing lowered his head, showing weakness.

"This notebook," Wen Xia said, "I won't return it to you for the time being. Can you take it back and see how you behave—what about the review I asked you for last night?"

"I'm not wrong, so I won't write a review." Shi Xing said in a muffled voice.

Wen Xia almost laughed angrily, "The reason, the right reason."

"He can find someone to beat me up, why can't I beat me back?" Shi Xing muffled, reluctantly said, "It was... that night."

"..."

"I know you don't believe me," Shi Xing said. Tang Ran is in the top [-] of his grade. He usually behaves well and speaks sweetly. Almost all the teachers like him. He just wants to state the facts and has no intention of gaining Wen Xia's trust. "But I mean—"

"Why don't I believe it?"

When Shi Xing heard this, he looked at him in surprise, his eyes were a little dazed.

"Believe me, but Shi Xing, it's wrong to hit someone. You can tell me, but you can't solve it yourself. You still have to write a review." Wen Xia rubbed his temples, "As for the notebook, I won't return it to you yet. Look at your test scores after November, if you can enter the top [-] in the grade, I will give it to you."

Shi Xing: "...Then, can you not watch it?"

"What am I doing looking at this?" Wen Xia said, "What did you do this morning? Why didn't you come to the morning self-study?"

"Today is my mother's memorial day," Shi Xing struggled in his heart, lowered his eyes, and said slowly, "I'll go see her."

He didn't lie at the moment, he didn't bother to lie, Shi Xing would rather keep silent than tell lies - this is a rare principle of his life.

"To the cemetery?"

"My mother wasn't buried in the cemetery, it's too expensive there." Shi Xing said, "The urn is at home, I went home to visit her, and burned some paper money for her on the side of the road, so I came late."

Wen Xia sighed, and suddenly caught a glimpse of his slightly long hair, and said, "The next class is PE, right?"

"...Ah?" Shi Xing was a little elusive about Wen Xia's jumping thinking, he said, "...Yes."

"You go out with me," Wen Xia said, "I'll take you to have your hair cut, it's too long—it doesn't look good."

The author says:

Seeing other wives’ literature abuse, I swear to finish writing this book and never write abuse again, I want to cry Liao