The school bully I raised is blackened

Qiao faceless Beiran felt that his whole life was ruined in that day's recess!

Oh, I betrayed my love and owed my conscience. Now that I know the truth, I shed tears! ! ! ! !

"Brother Dye..."

Qiao Beiran touched the non-existent tears: "It's okay, except to live strong, what can I do?!"

"..." Feng Zhao had shit on his face, "I'm just telling you, Brother Bald asked you to find him in the office."

"Ah," Qiao Beiran smacked his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Did you say what it is?"

"I know, it's pretty serious anyway."

"..." Qiao Beiran glanced at Banli anxiously. Since the incident happened last time, rumors have been flying like flying on an aircraft carrier.Various versions emerge one after another, but the overall core is Qiao Xiaoba's smelly and shameless, and he almost has the guts to label him "robbery man" on his head!

Qiao Beiran has always felt that the atmosphere in the class is extremely weird these days.Whether he is sitting, lying on his stomach or lying down, he can always feel the eyes of condemnation.

"Hey, Xiao Zhaozi! Is there any legend about me circulating in class recently?"

Feng Zhao thought to himself: It's time to go to sea.

But guessing his brother Ran's face, he had no choice but to pick a light one: "It's nothing, I'm just jealous of your handsomeness! You said you didn't like the younger brother in elementary school who is better than you, so I'm picking on you!"

"I'll give them a slap in the face!" Qiao Beiran snorted coldly, "Just Yang... just like him? Like a bitch..."

Feng Zhao looked at Qiao Beiran's tangled and complicated face, and responded casually: "Yes, you are right! Hurry up, Brother Bald is waiting for you!"

Speaking of Yang Qinzhou, Qiao Beiran felt uncomfortable!In the past few days, he has been telling himself that the lights were too dark back then, and his eyesight was not working well. What kind of shit princess is all caused by the environmental rendering!

But even so, when walking around the campus on weekdays, there are always people pointing at him behind his back.

"Ah, classmate Qiao is here!"

"Well, old class, what do you want me to do?"

Qiao Beiran's homeroom teacher is a slightly fat middle-aged uncle. He thinks that his thinning hair is a representative point to contribute to the cause of half-length education!

The old man wore a pair of glasses and looked very gentle. Seeing Qiao Beiran enter the door, he raised his hand to hold the giant plastic teacup, took a couple of sips to moisten his throat, and said, "Ah, that's how it is. I called your mother yesterday. The phone call... Teacher has no other meaning, you should also understand each other. In your situation..."

"What's the situation with me?" Qiao Beiran dragged a chair and sat down, as if to make things clear with others, "It's not that you don't know the situation at my house. If you have anything to do in the future, please contact me directly Can't you say it?!"

"You are still a child, and I told you that you can solve the problem?" The class teacher lowered his head and took two pieces of paper from the drawer, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"I've talked with your mother. With your current grades, it's a problem to get into a junior college. So we suggest that you stay for a year. If you work harder, you may be able to get a junior college."

Province L is a province with a large college entrance examination, and all major high schools have very strict controls on senior high school students.The student resources allocated by the school to each head teacher and substitute teacher are the main weapon for teachers to use for bonuses and promotions.How many points can a 985 raise, and how many burdens can a poor student with all kinds of problems incur.

It's understandable that he wanted to keep Qiao Beiran out.

"Repeat the grade?" Qiao Beiran seemed relieved, leaned on the back of the chair with his legs spread, and slowly picked up the two application forms, "You don't know what my grades are? Even if you are from the first grade of elementary school Do it all over again, if you don’t pass the exam, you still won’t pass the exam!”

"Hey~ Student Qiao, don't say such things~ There is no distinction between teaching and learning. It just so happens that there are teachers in the second year of high school who are willing to accept you. As long as you are willing to work hard, it is also possible to enroll in a similar junior college."

The homeroom teacher took a sip of hot tea, took two mouthfuls of tea leaves and returned them to the cup, and grinned at Qiao Beiran with a standard eight teeth. ,

Qiao Beiran looked at the smirk of the person in front of him who thought he was kind, and tore up the application form to shreds because of the nausea in his heart: "Teacher, I don't want to repeat the grade. Who told you to repeat the grade, you asked her to stay?" Go! I just want to stay in your class!"

Qiao Beiran looked directly at the other party and curled his lips: "Your class has a good atmosphere, and the teacher teaches... well, it's okay, it's quite hypnotic!"

"Qiao Beiran, what kind of attitude is this! Is this the attitude of talking to the teacher?!" The head teacher no longer concealed it, and squinted at Qiao Beiran. , can you get into No. [-] Middle School? Why don’t you just hang out in the society!”

Qiao Beiran is most annoyed by people talking about his family, but the little things about his family are almost well-known!His father died young when he was young, and his mother left with a local rich man within three months.He still remembers to this day, when Zhao Yan was wearing a red wedding dress, sitting in the car with a happy face and leaving.

Qiao Beiran was left to his grandparents, except for the money in the passbook that kept increasing every year, the role called "mother" never appeared.

"Student Qiao, your mother and I are also doing it for your own good, although she is busy with work and can't come back often..."

Qiao Beiran stood up abruptly, and the chair behind her fell heavily on the ground with a "duang" sound: "She is not my mother! I have no mother! I won't repeat a grade either. I'll just stay in your class. I'd rather Let's see if you can take the key class next year!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the office without looking back, regardless of the livid faces of the entire classroom.

Qiao Beiran was so angry that he didn't even say hello to his best friend, Feng Zhao, before turning around and climbing over the wall to leave the school gate.

City No. [-] Middle School is located in a dilapidated old city, and it is extremely congested during the day. The rumors that the campus has been changed to a new city are heard by the general population no less than three times a year.

Qiao Beiran didn't pay much attention to the news, his home was just around the corner from Santiao Street.He is used to the oldness of this area, where it is noisy during the day and quiet at night.The most important thing is that this place is also abandoned by people, and he is more used to it being the same for many years.

After leaving the school gate, Qiao Beiran turned into a long and quiet alley with ease.It is impossible to have an Internet cafe in front of the school, just as it is impossible to avoid sugar in braised pork.It's just that it's hidden, an unspoken secret among the students, hidden in the dark and old alleys.

Qiao Beiran didn't walk for long when he heard a broken voice coming from ahead.

"If you crawl under my egg, I'll let you go! How about it?"

"..." Qiao Beiran didn't feel much, who said the campus is the cleanest place?

Wherever there are people, there is filth.

"You are a beggar! Why are you pretending to be B?"

"He has such useful clothes, doesn't he have them!"

Half-year-old teenagers mostly have a different kind of yearning for the unknown "sex", and when they are used to insult others, they always bring as much filth and insignificance about these as possible.

Qiao Beiran stood in the dark, listening to these people's connotative laughter and cursing, she curled her lips in contempt.I feel that this kind of dialogue has lowered their "one-dominant" style, so I stared at the past.Four or five young people in strange clothes were surrounding a boy in the school uniform.

The boy's back was facing him. He was more than 1.7 meters tall and had a dark schoolbag on his back.The thin back figure is indescribably familiar.

"What are you doing? You are such a bitch, do you still want to beat me?"

As soon as the boy from the back swung his fist and smashed it, he was caught halfway and pushed to the ground instead.

— how stupid!Even if you don't roll up your sleeves in a fight, you have to throw your schoolbag and hit your face first!Cover your eyes, understand? !

Qiao Beiran vomited secretly, but soon he couldn't vomit anymore, because he found the boy struggling to get up - oh, fuck your mother, a little watermelon.

It's Yang Qinzhou again!

The author has something to say: Qiao Beiran: Evil fate is also fate!