Her Family Slag Master Is Sick Again - Chapter 67

The class teacher of class 9 is a young man who just graduated from college, average height, only 1 meter 7 several, for a relatively generous person, but is quite good to get along, but as a class teacher, facing a variety of spoiled bear children, it is a bit overwhelming scene.

He called the parents here is intended to solve the problem, not to make a big deal out of it.

But the child he can not control, the parents he can not control even more.

He watched as Wen Qian led Mrs. Wen aggressively toward the third class.

“Mrs. Wen, we’d better go to the office first, I’ll get that student too, what’s the problem let’s all talk about it, it’s not good to go to people’s classrooms!” The class teacher of class 9 followed behind Mrs. Wen, and said in a somewhat anxious tone.

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The original aggrieved Wen Qian, when hearing these words, seems to finally have a backbone, yes, who wants to bully her, but also depends on her mother to agree?

The third class is on the first floor, it is easy to find, the third class is also a key class in the end, at this time, almost all of us are buried in study, pre-study pre-study, do the questions do the questions.

So, when the classroom door was kicked open with a bang, almost all the students were startled.

The door was kicked in by Mrs. Wen, who felt she first had to give those disobedient little bastards a piece of her mind.

“Who is bullying my daughter today? Stand out for me!” Mrs. Wen said coldly with a cold face, standing in the doorway, looking at a group of stunned students coldly and sternly.

“This lady, if you have something to say, please don’t make a loud noise and disturb the students’ studies!” The class president of class 3, Han Qing, although a little less boyish, but should have no less bearing.

Who are you? You can just kick down the door of our class?

Of course, as a class cadre, the most basic language art still has a certain foundation.

He didn’t recognize who this woman was, but seeing Wen Qian, who had a piece of gauze wrapped around her head, he also guessed a rough idea.

This is to stand up for the children of the family?

Han Qing is not much like Ning Qi this person, really, around are buried in hard learning people, so a person who sleeps in class and likes to be late and leave early in his eyes is really some other.

But today’s matter, Han Qing think not blame people Ning Qi, first touched others backward rake, and then low quality cursing, not to mention the bad-tempered Ning Qi, is a good-tempered people, will not be able to resist hands.

Do not reflect even if, instead of bringing the family to find fault, the parents also came.

This is a bit ridiculous, could it be that the saying that there is its daughter must have its mother?

“Affecting your studies? You still know that students should put their studies first?” Mrs. Wen sneered, but did not intend to continue nagging with him. “Who made my daughter like this, be conscious and come out quickly, you can’t hide forever!”

“Huh? You’re addicted to backhandedness?” The originally somewhat listless Luo Cai Yao, now finally revived, stood up, sneered and said disdainfully.

“Did you hit my daughter’s head?” Mrs. Wen looked at Luo Caiyao sitting in the last row, a flash of disgust in her eyes, in the eyes of parents, sitting in the last one or two rows of people, that are abandoned by the class teacher waste, do not need to think to know that these people can not do well in their studies, it is no wonder that they can make the beastly behavior of beating classmates.

However, she forgot that this is the third class, one of the three key classes, in addition to the individual one or two rely on relations stuffed in addition to the performance of others, that can be the top of the school that level.

The first class, 123 classes were divided into the first 100 or so, three classes full of people, the other students were randomly assigned to each class.

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“Mom, it’s not him!” Wen Qian has been looking around for a while, but unfortunately, just did not find the one who hit himself. “But, he was there! It’s just that that person wasn’t in the classroom.”

Wen Qian did not forget that his own head was broken by that boy with against this boy.

“Hehe …… this is hiding after making a mistake?” Mrs. Wen sneered, “However, escaped the monk can not escape the temple, I would like to see where he can hide!”

“Mrs. Wen, let’s go to the office to talk!” The class teacher of class 9 saw this and quickly spoke up, he thought it was great that the boy was not there. Otherwise, there was no telling what kind of a mess it would be.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Wen was not willing to go along with his heart to make a big deal out of it, her daughter, spoiled and pampered for sixteen years, sixteen years, she did not have to touch a finger of her daughter, but today, not only was beaten, but also beaten head bleeding, she wants more justice for her daughter, in the future is not just any cat or dog can come to beat her daughter a beating?

“You, it is you, take me to that ……” Mrs. Wen looked at Luo Caiyao and said in a commanding manner.

“Who is this lady looking for? Is it me?”

Before Wen Qian could finish her words, she was interrupted by a careless voice, and before Mrs. Wen could return to her senses, she heard her own daughter’s shriek.

“Ahhhhh …… mom, that’s him, that’s him!” Wen Qian is estimated to be scared by the appearance of Ning Qi beating people to have a psychological shadow, as soon as he turned around, he saw his smiling and faint appearance, his face was white, subconsciously hid behind Mrs. Wen, while terrified, said.

Mrs. Wen saw her daughter was frightened of this look, immediately heartbroken, soothing back to pat her daughter’s back, which turned back, saw the teenager, wearing a pure white casual jacket, the face of a beautiful some excessive.

Mrs. Wen felt some familiarity, but did not think deeply, whether she recognized it or not, can not let her forgive him for hitting his daughter.

“Don’t be afraid, mom is here, no one dares to touch you a bit!” Mrs. Wen said, but her gaze kept falling on Ning Qi’s body, “It was you who hit my daughter?”

“So what if it was?” Ning Qi stuck his hands in his trouser pockets, the corners of his mouth playfully hooked, a lazy and casual look, seemingly not putting the person in front of him in his eyes at all.

“It’s good that you admit it!” Mrs. Wen sneered, then looked at her daughter and said sternly, “Go, fight me back!”