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Chapter 1319

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    "Mom!" The boy couldn't help shouting after hearing his mother's words, "How could you do this?"

    "What's wrong with me?" After hearing what the boy said, the boy's mother's already ugly face became even more ugly. "Did your teacher tell you something nonsense in front of you? Let me tell your son, your teacher just wants to make money from you.  Qian, I just raised my opinion, but she just ignored me! Is there anyone who is like her to be a class teacher? Sure enough, she is still too young, she just needs to be an ordinary teacher. She simply cannot take on the important task of leading a class.  Especially the graduating class!¡±

    "Mom, I don't allow you to say that about our teacher!" The boy said with a serious face, "She is the best teacher I have ever had since I was a child. You can't say that about her!"

    If it wasn¡¯t in the car, the boy would stand up and argue with his mother.

    The boy¡¯s mother was frightened by the appearance of her son. She couldn¡¯t believe her eyes and ears. Her son, because of a teacher, was so disobedient to her?

    The boy's mother wanted to properly communicate this matter with her son. She felt that this matter was very serious. However, the loudspeaker in the back kept ringing, reminding her that this was not a good place to talk about things. She could only suppress her thoughts first.  Angry, drive home first.

    She was angry, and the boy was also angry. Although he didn't see it, he could guess that his mother must have said something nonsense in the group again.

    He felt sad when he thought that his mother was so unsupportive of the teacher's work.

    This atmosphere continued at home. The boy¡¯s family was well off, his father was a businessman, and his mother also had a good job. When the car drove into their yard, the mother and son couldn¡¯t hold back their anger.

    "Tell me clearly, what does it mean that she was the best teacher you have ever met since you were a child?" After getting out of the car, the boy's mother became angry, looked at her son, and asked angrily.

    The boy's mother was thinking too much. Her son, fourteen or fifteen years old, had just awakened in that respect. The key was that the female teacher was young and had a vixen-like face. If she wore more revealing clothes, it would be easy for her to be exposed.  These adolescent boys have some misguided guidance.

    Thinking of this, the boy's mother's face suddenly changed. If this happened again, wouldn't it ruin her son's life?

    The boy¡¯s mother became more and more angry as she thought about it. She wished she could go back to school right now and complain to the principal about this matter.

    "Mom, show me your phone!" The boy didn't expect that his mother had already thought so much. At this moment, he was still full of guilt. He always felt that he was dragging down the class. Just imagine, what if  Other parents told his classmates about his mother's speech in the group. How could he still hang out in the class in the future?

    "What do you want a cell phone for?" The boy's mother was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and gave her cell phone to her son. She had to let her son see the true face of this teacher, and he couldn't be easily fooled by her.  cajoled.

    The boy took the phone and walked directly in with his schoolbag on his back.

    The boy¡¯s mother also followed her into the house. However, after a while, she heard her son¡¯s roar. The sound was so loud that it seemed like it could tear down the roof.

    "What are you doing?" the boy's mother frowned and asked displeasedly. She considered herself a relatively rational mother. She could pamper or indulge her son, but as a son, he must have a caring attitude towards his parents.  At the very least, respect.

    Yelling at your parents is a very bad behavior. Do you still care about her as your mother?

    "Mom, how could you do this?" The boy said anxiously, holding his cell phone.

    "What's wrong with me?" The boy's mother walked over and sat on the sofa in a dignified manner. She didn't care about her son's question. "You think it's wrong for me to express my opinion? Why do you have such an idea? Don't you think so?  Is that teacher too overbearing? She only says what she wants to say, only listens to what she wants to hear, and doesn¡¯t care about other people¡¯s opinions? How complicated is a student trip? She can explain it clearly in a few words? "

    "Didn't the teacher also send the travel plan to the group?" The boy said disapprovingly. Time was urgent, so he only glanced at it, but he felt that the plan was written in great detail.

    His mother also thought that the teacher was trying to defraud them of their money, but she didn't think about it. As for their teacher's money-making attitude, it wasn't that he was deliberately belittling his family. He really suspected that their family's savings might not be as much as his.  There are so many teachers!  Look at the car his father and mother drive, it's incomparable to the teacher's car.

    Scam students out of their money!  How much money can students have?  Is it possible to spend as much money on entertainment as on food, accommodation and travel?  Are you kidding me?

    "What methodcase?  After hearing what he said, his mother couldn't help but sneered, "Do you know how precious my time is?"  How much can I earn per hour?  I don¡¯t have the time to figure out my travel plan, so I might as well earn more money!  "

    Boy: "" He was no longer able to defend himself to his mother.

    "I don't care, anyway, I have to participate in the class's group activities tomorrow!" After the boy dropped this sentence, he took his schoolbag and went upstairs angrily.

    He took out his mobile phone from the cabinet, charging it and playing with it.

    It¡¯s not that he was playing anything else, he just wanted to inquire about the news among his classmates. However, when he pointed his finger at the WeChat icon, he hesitated a little. He didn¡¯t know what those classmates were going to complain about!

    However, after much hesitation, he still opened the class group. This one was different from the official one. The official group was filled with parents, while this group was filled with classmates from their class.

    Sometimes, the teacher will ask the squad leader to send some temporary tasks, which are sent to this group through the squad leader.

    The male student saw that the group message had already been added to ninety-nine times. He hesitated for a moment, but finally opened the group chat and scrolled to the top of the message.

    "Escape can't solve the problem. He is a man and must face it bravely. Even if his classmates complain collectively, he will admit it.

    However, after reading the messages one by one, the boy discovered that none of them were about complaining about his mother. Every classmate was expressing his excitement. Of course, except for those who asked for leave, there were also those who had to prepare themselves.  What to bring, as if you don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on in the parents¡¯ group.

    When the boy saw the news, he didn¡¯t know whether he should speak or not. He was afraid that if he spoke, he would destroy such a harmonious and beautiful atmosphere.

    However, seeing them so lively and busy made him feel a little itchy. Finally, after much hesitation, he sent a picture of what everyone was busy with.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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