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    The activity of arresting Fang Datou continued. When I had nothing to do, I followed along and mixed in. In fact, it didn't have much effect. It was just a matter of participating and joining in the fun.

    With a cold wave coming from Siberia, the first semester of the first year of high school is finally coming to an end.

    The students are busy reviewing for the final semester. In junior high school, everyone was the best in the class, but now they are in the same class. No matter what the exam ranking is, someone will always be at the bottom. Even if you were first in the class in junior high school, in high school  It's not impossible to be ranked last in the rankings.

    I am self-aware. Elementary school and junior high school are fine. The test questions are simple, so I can rest on my laurels.  But it would be unreasonable if in high school I was still ranked among the top students in my grade because of my lack of knowledge and skills.

    In order not to cause trouble for my indulgent life, I vaccinated my mother early. I told her that when I graduate from high school, I promise to get her into a prestigious university, so please don't hold me accountable for my test scores in the past two years.  , please don¡¯t blame me if you don¡¯t do well in the exam.

    After seven years in business, my mother¡¯s vision is far beyond that of an ordinary middle school teacher back then. Are grades important?  important.  But life is far more than just test scores. In the previous annual professional title promotion exams, there were always people with better scores than her, taking away the quota for professional title promotions, but so what?  Now she is blooming inside and outside the wall. After her career is successful, she doesn't need to take the exam at all. She can just use the unofficial quota from the Education Bureau.

    It can be seen that although test scores are useful, they are far from everything in life.  My mother already understood this.  So she told me, it¡¯s up to you to decide what you want to do, and in the end, just don¡¯t forget to fulfill your promise.

    In this way, I got a gold medal for exemption from death for three years of high school. My mother was responsible for being late, leaving early, skipping school and classes. I think all the teachers would not make things difficult for me. There was nothing they could do about it. Who asked my mother to be the principal?  It¡¯s here!

    ¡°Jiangcheng in December can be described in a dialect.  That's called a quack cold!  every morning.  While I was still in a sweet dream, classmate Wang Ning got up early and went to study at dawn, carrying his schoolbag.

    Breath turns into frost, dripping water turns into ice.  That's the weather.  At eight o'clock every night, the outdoor temperature was as low as minus 20 degrees. Wang Ning had just finished evening classes and returned from school.

    Is it easy to study?  Classmates, it¡¯s really not easy!

    Wang Ning is not as easy as others.  Because her father is away from home and her mother is busy with her career, she has to worry about having three meals a day.

    ¡°Alas, all I can say is that I¡¯m lucky to have you.

    This afternoon, it was cloudy, windless, and lightly snowing.  The sky was gloomy.  Air pressure is low.  Made me a little drowsy.  After the third period, I went to the playground for a walk.  I couldn't bring myself to play football, so I dragged my feet until the school bell rang.  After all the students on the playground were gone, he sneaked to the backyard of the school, climbed over the wall, left, and went home to sleep.

    When I woke up, it was past dusk. I counted the time, fried two vegetables, cooked a pot of soup, and simmered a pot of rice. After watching the news broadcast and weather forecast, I went to pick up Wang Ning from school.

    As soon as I stepped out of the building, I was greeted by the biting cold wind. I involuntarily tightened my collar and quickened my pace.

    Because I walked faster than usual, when I walked to the school gate, there were still five minutes before school was over.  At this time, some parents picking up their children from school had gathered in front of the school. There were about a hundred people. Since the junior high school dismissed at half past six, there was no crowd.

    The weather was so cold that even the parents who liked to chat during this time shut their mouths and walked around in circles, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet, and so on.

    I hid in a corner where no one noticed me, thankful for my wise choice. If I had come out of the house earlier, I would be like them, shivering with cold.

    It was hard for a minute, and I finally looked forward to the bell ringing for the end of school. After that, I didn¡¯t even use a minute. Students appeared at the door of the teaching building. These little kids were starving and were in a hurry to go home!

    Students after school filed out of the gate, including familiar people and new faces.  I watched for about five minutes, but I didn't see a single student from our class. I felt strange in my heart. Could it be that they were detained in class?

    After waiting for another two minutes, no one came out. The flow of people at the school gate had begun to become smaller. I finally couldn't help it and stepped forward and grabbed a boy from the next class.

    "Isn't our class over yet?"

    He saw me stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "You didn't go to class? There was an accident in your class, there was a fight, and the dean is handling it!"

    What?  I immediately became anxious upon hearing this, nodded to him, and ran towards the playground.

    The guard shouted loudly from behind. I kept walking, turned around and waved to him.?I turned out to be a student of our school, so he stopped talking and ran to the corridor of our class. At a glance, he saw two girls who usually go home from school with my classmates waiting outside the door, and occasionally peeked in.

    One of the girls who was a sophomore in high school and I have been classmates for many years, so she knew me well. When she saw me running over, she made a booing gesture and came towards me.

    "There was a fight in your class, and the dean and classroom teachers are investigating."

    I asked in a low voice: "Who is fighting whom? Why isn't school over yet?"

    Usually when there are similar situations, both parties to the fight and one or two witnesses are left behind, and the rest of the students leave school directly. Today's situation is a bit strange, and it seems to be more serious.

    "It seems that the man named Hu Wei injured three people." She replied in a low voice.

    "Hu Wei? Didn't you go to the hospital after being beaten?" I asked in a low voice, walking to the closed door and taking a quick look inside.

    "Maybe the injury was not serious. I came over right after school. Your class was making a fuss at that time. Then the dean came and that was it. No one was sent to the infirmary."

    In the classroom, the Chinese teacher who is teaching tonight is standing at the door, with his back to me, and the dean is standing in the middle of the classroom, asking a few students something.  In addition to these two people, there were several students standing. The most conspicuous one was the big man in the last row of the classroom, Hu Wei, who had very messy hair. Oh no, there was another one who was more conspicuous than him. This man had two eyes.  It had been beaten into a panda shape. Judging from the seat where he was standing, this person seemed to be Zhao Zilong.

    But the image of this dear man at the moment really makes me unable to compliment him. I guess even his mother would not be able to recognize him now.  This Hu Wei is really ruthless.

    But seeing the situation in front of me, I was really angry. Obviously, this was another incident of provoking Hu Wei by Zhao Zilong and his gang members. If they wanted to set up a stick, they had to establish an image of speaking the truth in the class, and the sense of justice was too much.  The strong Hu Wei is what they have to pass.

    Although I am the most difficult one for them to deal with, judging from various signs, they have already planned to keep me as a tough nut to crack until the end.

    The dean is questioning the students one by one, as if he is trying to obtain evidence. I don¡¯t know if it is useful, but obviously, things are not as simple as they appear.

    Because, no matter who was responsible, Zhao Zilong was beaten.  This was what troubled him the most, because Zhao Zilong was the son of Zhao Xing, an upstart in Jiangcheng who was the deputy mayor parachuted in from the province.

    The government is a department that ordinary people can never guess, and the deputy mayor is a position with a delicate position.  For parachute figures, being a deputy mayor is mostly just a process of "accumulating grassroots work experience" in order to be promoted faster.

    It is said that Zhao Xing is a good mayor and has done a lot of good things and practical things for the people since he took office.  But this has nothing to do with the dean. To him, it doesn't matter whether Zhao Xing is an upright or corrupt official. What matters is that Zhao Xing's son was beaten under his eyes. This is a big deal!

    "It seems that school will be over for a while, why don't you guys go first." I stepped back and said to the two girls, "I will tell Wu Huili when she comes out later. You all live on Jiefang Road, right?"

    The two of them nodded, a little hesitant, so I gave them five yuan and asked them to take a taxi home quickly, so as not to cause the parents to worry about the delay.

    "By the way, let me tell Wu Huili's family to let them rest assured. I will arrange for a boy to take her home!"

    After sending the two girls away, I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past eight-twenty, and more than twenty minutes had passed since school ended.  Looking into the classroom again, I saw the dean of students was talking to one of Zhao Zilong's followers. I couldn't help but frown. This guy, why didn't he seem to have any intention of letting everyone out of school?

    He ***, this fool, dragged it down again, hungry my family Wang Ning's stomach?  !

    ¡°If it weren¡¯t for the fact that he usually listens to my mother and is conscientious in his work, I would have pushed the door in, taken Wang Ning and left!  I have always felt that the profession of dean should be held by masculine young male teachers. This guy obviously does not meet my standards. He does not act like a man, just like a mother-in-law!

    While I was slandering the forty-year-old man in my mind, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor. I turned my head when I heard the sound. I was surprised and then became really angry. ***Zhao Zilong, who do you think you are?  , if you cause trouble, my mother will personally come out to deal with the aftermath!

    The two people who came were none other than the vice-principal and the party branch secretary of the school. The first one was my mother!
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