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Chapter 734: You just like a good reputation

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    734

    Ms. Zhang was stunned when she heard her child first mention that she had firecrackers at home and asked her classmates to pay for them.

    ¡°If she wasn¡¯t afraid of being embarrassed in front of the school leaders, she could have taken the child over on the spot, pulled off his pants, pushed him on his legs and spanked him.

    When Vice Principal Liu asked them to discuss it among themselves, Ms. Zhang didn¡¯t know whether she was frightened by the amount of compensation that might be required, or she was shocked and angry that her child was the culprit. In short, her head got hot and she kicked Zhang Qingyun:

    "You are seeking death. Do you have less food or clothing at home? You actually cheated money and it went to your classmates. This is how I taught you? Zhang Qingyun, you bastard"

    Yu Jiaojiao was startled by her outburst.

    Ms. Zhang¡¯s kick was very powerful. If she kicked the child, she would not be dead or injured, but she was definitely injured.

    Zhang Qingyun is two years older than the original citizen, that is, he is about the same age as Zhao Zhihong, both eight years old. How can an eight-year-old child withstand such a kick?

    When Ms. Zhang¡¯s feet were about to touch Zhang Qingyun, Yu Jiaojiao quickly pushed Zhang Qingyun out. The child staggered and fell onto Vice Principal Liu.

    Ms. Zhang used a lot of force and kicked her in the air. She lost her balance and stumbled forward. If the sister hadn't pulled her down, she would have fallen to the ground.

    She didn¡¯t give up even after she stabilized her figure. She grabbed Zhang Qingyun with her backhand and raised her hand to slap the child in the face.

    There was a crisp sound of "pop".

    A clear palm print immediately appeared on Zhang Qingyun¡¯s face.

    Yu Jiaojiao was stunned: "Hey, you, what are you doing? Why are you hitting the child when you talk about something?"

    Wu Hongxing was also a little frightened: "That's right, this is your own son. Such a young child can't withstand beatings. If the child doesn't do something right, you can educate him. If you use such force, what do you want to do?"

    The two people hurriedly went to stop Ms. Zhang.

    However, the two women could not stop the mischievous Ms. Zhang. When her arms were hugged, she kept stretching her feet and kicking the child in the direction of the child, kicking hard and screaming:

    "You bastard are just like your useless father. How have I treated you badly? Are you trying to defraud your classmates of their money? Am I depriving you of food or clothing? How shameless do you think you are if you deceive your classmates?"  Ah, Zhang Qingyun, are you still shameless? You are just like that father of yours, you deserve to be in vain for the rest of your life."

    I don¡¯t know how her words stimulated Zhang Qingyun.

    The child, who had always had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes and was beaten and scolded all the time, suddenly burst into tears like a flood that burst the embankment. The child wiped his tears with his hands and shouted at Ms. Zhang:

    "Why don't you treat me badly? You treat me badly every day. You have the nerve to say that you haven't given me enough food and clothing. I used to have new clothes every year when my father was here. Now I haven't worn new clothes for two years. I wear them every day.  Why should I wear clothes that others don¡¯t wear if they don¡¯t want them?¡±

    Zhang Qingyun said and began to pull the clothes on his body: "Why should I continue to wear tattered clothes after four or five people have worn them? Do you treat me as a rag collector? There are pencils and notebooks, they are all the same students, why should I  Do you want to use someone else¡¯s leftover pencil tip? Why should I use the back of someone else¡¯s finished homework book? Don¡¯t I deserve to use a new pencil and a new book?¡±

    Yu Jiaojiao: ""

    Wu Hongxing: ""

    aunt:"¡­¡­"

    elder sister:"¡­¡­"

    Vice Principal Liu watched helplessly as things developed in other directions but could not think of a way out: ""

    ??Four ignorant and half-informed children: ""

    No, Zhang Qingyun¡¯s words contain a lot of information.

    Could it be that this child¡¯s biological father passed away and his mother remarried, so he was bullied like this?

    In fact, what happened to Zhang Qingyun cannot be said to be bullying. After all, in families with many children in this era, in fact, except for the eldest child who can wear clothes and new stationery, the rest of the younger children wear clothes that the older children no longer use or cannot wear.  .

    "However, Zhang Qingyun's biological father should be very good to him. This comparison is too big, and the child's sadness and grievance is actually understandable.

    In fact, for this kind of problem, just communicate with your children well. There is really no need to go to the top of the line in front of outsiders.

    But involuntarily, everyone pressed Ms. Zhang harder, and even the aunt and sister came to help.

    Ms. Zhang didn¡¯t know if her child had exposed her, so she yelled, ¡°Those are your brother and sister¡¯s clothes. Everyone wears them like this. Why?¡±Why can't it work when I get to you?  It's normal for brothers and sisters to be more particular as they get older. You're only in second grade, why are you messing around?  "

    Zhang Qingyun yelled back even harder: "They are not my brothers and sisters, I don't have brothers and sisters! They can be particular, why can't I be particular? I deserve to eat their leftovers and they won't let me eat enough? I follow  You have been here for two years, tell me, which meal have I ever had enough? When I eat steamed buns, I can¡¯t even eat the skin when others eat the fillings. When eating steamed buns, I can only eat the skin of the steamed buns that others don¡¯t eat.  Noodles and rice. As for me, I can only eat two noodles, some vegetable soup, and some noodle soup."

    The more Zhang Qingyun talks, the more aggrieved he becomes: "Obviously I am your child, why do you always only buy things for them? Why do you never buy food for me? Why does grandma always call me a wild child? Woo hoo hoo,  Am I really your son? Am I really not the one you picked from the trash can?"

    Zhang Qingyun said that she was aggrieved, and Ms. Zhang was even more aggrieved: "If I hadn't done it for your own good, why would I have brought you back to Shangdu? Isn't it enough to just leave you in the countryside with your mud-legged father and face the earth with your back to the sky for the rest of your life? I  You still blame me for asking you to come to the city to live a good life. Is it so easy to live in your grandma's house with others? I am not trying to please them just for you"

    Zhang Qingyun roared: "You are not doing it for my own good at all, you are simply trying to save your own face! I didn't even think about coming at that time! It was you who secretly brought me to the train station in the middle of the night, and I woke up and found that my father was gone. You are  For your own sake."

    The child yelled at the top of his lungs, as if he was trying to use up all his strength: "When you brought me back, people praised you and praised you for your kindness. You bought them food, clothing, supplies and toys. Everyone said you were generous and filial.  But what about me? I am your son? Have you ever taken care of me? You only know how to scold me and yell at me. Do you always ask me to learn from them how to call me a bastard? "

    Ms. Zhang didn¡¯t know if she was frightened by her son¡¯s outburst. She didn¡¯t know when her kicking legs stopped. Her face, which was so lively just now, turned dull, and she murmured: ¡°I, I don¡¯t know¡­¡±

    Zhang Qingyun kept sobbing, raised his arms and wiped his face hard with his sleeves, not caring if the mucus spread from his nose to his face.

    The child said in a cold voice with a maturity and calmness that was not in line with his age: "You know, you know everything, you will always let me give in to them, but they are older than me, it is obviously their turn to let me, why?  Do I have to give in to them? When I was bullied by them, scolded by him, scolded by you, and beaten by them, you didn¡¯t scold them even if you knew it, you would just make me endure it.¡±

    "But my dad won't let me bear it."

    The child said in a tone that he didn't know whether he understood or was relieved: "Don't you just like to have a good reputation? Now that your reputation is so good, you don't need me anymore. I want to go back and find it."  Dad. Principal, teacher, I, I want to go to my dad¡¯s school, is it okay?¡± (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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