Chapter 7 The malice of the cold and noble girl

The high school I work in is a high-level private school with a relatively good admission rate. It is just affiliated with a top university in the province. It has a high school affiliated to xx universities. University teachers from universities occasionally come to hold lectures and other lectures, but the leaders on campus are basically hired by private individuals.

Therefore, most of the students studying in this school are either rich or noble, and have a large background. However, many of them are top students who are top students who are hiring from other schools or in the countryside for a large price. The school is willing to poach this model of people. If you spend a little money, you can get the title of top scorer for the next year, which is very worthwhile for private schools like ours.

At the same time, a large number of excellent teachers have changed jobs due to their high salary, and the overall teaching level of the school is several levels higher than that of public schools of the same level. Therefore, a large number of parents and families with good economic conditions and social status will choose to send their children here.

At this time, few students from private high schools have arrived early. Even if they are good students on weekdays, they will have to be half an hour later.

Because of Aunt Su’s heart-to-heart talk, I knew in my heart that Aunt Su would not marry again, especially when I was so excited that I actually went up to kiss Aunt Su’s delicate and beautiful face, and I was very excited.

At this moment, my mood was so excited that I couldn't hide it, and I felt like I was walking like a dragon and a tiger.

In front of the school's grand stone pillar gate, an all-black car was quietly crawling at the door, and the self-evident high-quality texture came towards us, complementing the expensive school gate that cost tens of millions of yuan.

Even if I don’t pay much attention to the automotive industry, I can tell at the first glance that this black luxury sedan must be very expensive.

But I am not interested in this car, so it is better to drive a bumper car comfortably.

According to my mother's arrangement before she went to the capital, I will go to live in my dad's house starting today.

My parents divorced because my father cheated on a female colleague in their department during marriage. Maybe he fell in love at first sight or fell in love over time. Anyway, that's what happened.

Later, my father took the initiative to admit the matter and then divorced his mother. Originally, he wanted to compete with my mother for custody, but in the end my mother insisted on taking care of me personally, so my father left the matter in the end, but I occasionally went to his house to stay for a day.

Of course, the object he cheated on is my father's current wife, my stepmother, Yue Qirong.

Well... I am also the Chinese teacher in my class now.

While thinking about endless things, I walked around the campus and headed towards the classroom. When I passed by a corner, I couldn't help but stop.

This semi-noble school with a long history and abundant capital has a long road after entering the magnificent school gate. The road is covered with lush oak trees on both sides, and a colorful ball of flowers like roses and tulips are planted in the middle of the road.

A group of high and short middle-aged fat men in formal suits, and women in black office dresses, were standing near the Flower Square in a not-too-neat queue.

At this time, a girl in an exquisite and expensive school uniform was surrounded by them. Next to her was a woman wearing black clothes who looked very professional. Her standard posture helped the girl block the crowd around her and prevent them from getting too close to the girl, just like the bodyguards of big stars entering and leaving the airport on the Internet blocking the crazy star-chasing people.

The girl's perfect and exquisite thick black hair shawls were covered with long hair, and the high-end soft black stockings spread straight from the graceful and slender legs, hidden under the long Western school uniform hem.

The girl's expression was cold and indifferent, with a hint of disdain and boredom towards the crowd who flattered her around her. That unique noble and cold temperament seemed to have a similar place to my mother at work, which made me stunned for a moment. Isn't this the girlish version of my mother's temperament?

Of course, this girl is not my sister. She and my mother have no similarities in appearance, but her cold and indifferent expression is very similar to the cold queen temperament that flatters others.

I continued to look at it for a few moments and was about to take back my stunning gaze. After all, I was actually not interested in this kind of girl. On the contrary, the mature, plump and elegant young woman like Aunt Su and my mother is more in line with my appetite. Of course, I like Sister Su very much...

When I thought of Aunt Su's beautiful and mature outfit, her plump and perky breasts, and her straight, slender but plump and protruding legs, I was a little confused and my thoughts became vague.

At this moment, as if she had noticed it, the black-haired and cold-haired girl raised her head, and her cold and narrow eyes looked at me coldly, and she happened to see me in a daze, but she didn't know that what I was thinking about was Aunt Su's hot and graceful mature body.

When she saw me, she naturally discovered my infatuational appearance that I associate with her and her mother girl version for a while. I noticed my hot eyes. The cold girl's clear and dark eyes showed a hint of disgust, disgust and obsession with men and was naturally narcissistic. She seemed to be looking at a vulgar male livestock, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and then glanced at me with a high but full and playful look, her clear and narrow green phoenix eyes frowned slightly, and then she withdrew her gaze.

Just as I came to my senses, I was about to continue to go to the classroom, and the stars and the moon-like girls had already walked away with the group.

At this moment, a middle-aged bald man with beer belly nodded and bowed, left the crowd and trotted towards me.

That student, stop me!

I was stunned when I looked at the middle-aged bald man. The man in his forties and fifties who had a small bunch of hair in the center of the first half of his head, which had a small handful of hair on his bare and reflective head. Of course, I know him. He is the director of our first grade in high school. His surname is Zhang. I don’t know the specific name. However, the news circulating in the class is not very famous.

He even had to arrange the news that he sexually harassed some female teachers. Perhaps it was because Director Zhang's usual style was a bit bad and his appearance was a bit... He couldn't be said to be more romantic than Pan An, but he could only be considered unsatisfactory and comparable to Wu Dalang.

Because I came early, it was still an hour before class. The students around me had not arrived at school yet, and the nearby areas seemed a little empty, and I was the only one in the direction where he was shouting, so I stopped and looked at Director Zhang.

I stood there, wondering what Director Zhang asked me to do.

Director Zhang, you call me?

Director Zhang trotted over, his somewhat swollen forehead was covered with fine and turbid sweat. He stretched out his hand to wield a small strand of hair in the front center of the Mediterranean-style head with his hands. Originally, the strand of hair stood out on his bare forehead. When he wiggled it, he seemed to have a little more area covered by his hair, but he still looked bald and ridiculous.

Why are you wandering around on campus so early?Director Zhang changed his previous flattering look that nodded near the girl. He was wearing a black formal outfit and a white shirt, posing with a leader-like beer belly, and raised his beer belly slightly up against a strand of hair. At this time, he was condescending with a serious face and shouted coldly.

For a moment, I was a little scared by his harsh aura of accountability. Me?What?Am I going to the classroom to teach?I was a little stunned, but before I could react, Director Zhang came here to cause trouble for me?

That's right!It's you!If you don’t study hard in the classroom every day, will students like you come in and be idle every day, and are the scumbags who are wandering around?

Director Zhang was full of serious face and scolded with heartache. A series of reprimands were filled with saliva, and gushed out from his thick black lips, as if the direct leader was scolding his subordinates who had made mistakes. In a word, as a student of the school, I am indeed a subordinate of his grade director.

While I was confused, I also felt a little angry. After all, this man suddenly ran over and cursed, obviously looking for trouble. In addition, he had previously instigated him to look like a pug next to the girl who looked very identifiable. Maybe he was scolded by someone as a dog, and then ran to a student like me who was less than his identity to vent his anger. I have seen many such bullying people.

Or maybe it was the cold and cold girl with obvious bad temper who asked him to come and cause trouble for me, but it shouldn't be. After all, I didn't offend others, and I was thinking about it with a little depressed feeling.

Seeing that I lowered my head and didn't speak, Director Zhang gradually felt a little confident and had a strong momentum. The students who were insulted and scolded like this in front of me probably had no background at home. After all, our school is a private aristocratic school, and many students are either rich or noble at home. The students are spoiled at their own homes and have a bad temper. Even if he is the school's grade director, he is considered a young leader, but it is nothing in front of the prominent identities of some students' parents.

In addition, the previous one has an extraordinary background, and even the principal has to come to personally curry favor with the girl and give special instructions...

A small ordinary student who dares to speak even if he is scolded by himself can control himself.

You guys are borers in our school, and you guys have defiled the reputation of our school!I don’t study hard all day in class, fall in love early in school all day, skip classes and go to those black Internet cafes, smoke and drink heavily!If you do something wrong, the good atmosphere in the school is ruined by you!

Seeing that I didn't speak, Director Zhang became more and more angry as he spoke. He seemed to be angry with the barbarian king. His thick palm stretched out two thick and short fingers pointed at the tip of my nose and cursed, with anger on his face, as if he had really skipped class and was caught by him.

I usually have a mild temper and have a good relationship with my classmates. Everyone has a good impression of me. I am a handsome guy. But today I was scolded by this old Biden here for no reason. When the Bodhisattva comes, I must be angry. Just when I was about to retaliate, a voice came from beside me, with a little impatient.

I can say a few words. The most annoying thing on weekdays is you administrative workers, which makes us a good school with excellent teaching quality messy. You people are getting high salaries from the school every day, not attending one class in a school year, and keeping in charge of this and that all day long, making other students in the school hate it.

A boy wearing our school uniform came over. I knew Gao Zifeng, a good friend in the class who I had a good relationship with. He often mingled in the school, but he was just a little sturdy, or he was straightforward and reckless. Apart from this, he was very righteous to his classmates.

Gao Zifeng looked at Director Zhang with some contempt, saying, you, a person who has never attended a class, licked his face and cheated in school, and shamelessly called himself a teacher. Which classmate in school calls you a teacher and asks you to be so good, and you can speak a few words, but you still act like you are good at taking advantage!

Director Zhang was scolded by Gao Zifeng's series of confessions, and his bloated face turned blue and purple, and his expression became gloomy and embarrassed. The strand of hair that was originally lying on the top of his head also trembled as Director Zhang gasped heavily and gasped.

In fact, Director Zhang did not hire a teacher with outstanding teaching ability after the establishment of the school. Instead, the school acquired other primary and secondary schools and inherited the personnel after the expansion of the school. With good dining table communication skills, he became an elderly director. He doesn’t have to teach on weekdays. He just sits in the office to fill in some information. If there is an inspection team, the leaders will take him to be an atmosphere group. Who told him to drink, socialize, flatter, etc. is the best in our school.

Director Zhang's face sank, and he sneered. His face, which was already slightly greasy, suddenly had piles of meat, and he looked quite ferocious. At this time, he didn't look like an elderly director from a private high school, but he looked more like a gangster wearing a white sweatshirt on the food stall. However, at this time the aura of the superior person seemed even more terrifying.

His slightly small crabs as big as mung beans stared at Gao Zifeng for a while, and suddenly his mouth opened and sneered, as if he understood something.

You... should be the son of Teacher Xu, who is in Class 22, right?Teacher Xu sent her own son to our school to study with her connections, so that you can come here to study hard, rather than go here to speak loudly and insult the teachers and elders!

When Gao Zifeng heard Director Zhang tell his mother's identity, his expression on his original face was a little stagnant. Gao Zifeng's father was a management team in a private enterprise outside. His mother was a teacher in our school and the head teacher of our two classes. Gao Zifeng also relied on the identity of this teacher's children to study in our school.

Teacher Xu is very strict in class on weekdays and is serious and indifferent to the students in the class. Although he looks pretty good, he is basically plain and dressed very simple and conservatively, and disciplines students very strictly. He is just asking parents to smile and not being close to people in the class. Not to mention me, even Gao Zifeng, his son, is afraid of his mother's tightness.

When I heard this, I was also a little afraid that things would go to Gao Zifeng's mother, which is our class teacher. If his mother invited our parents to school for scolding, my mother would probably not give me good fruit.

Thinking of this, I reached out and pulled Gao Zifeng, stood in front of Gao Zifeng, lowered my head and apologized, "Sorry, Director Zhang, it's my fault."

Unexpectedly, Director Zhang glared at us viciously, then waved his thick arm and sneered unceremoniously, saying that he knew he was wrong now, it was too late!

If you two don’t go back today, each of you will write a 30,000-word review. You will go to my office tomorrow and hand it over to me. See if I want to deal with you two bastards!

Then his glasses, the size of mung bean, stared at Gao Zifeng behind me, with a somewhat embarrassed and worried expression, stretched out his hand to point at the two of us, and threatened with some viciousness.

If I don’t write apologies, confessions and reviews to me, I will go to your mother to talk to you to see if the good son she raised is written or reviews!I tell you that if you are her son, you will write a review for me. You will hand it over to me tomorrow. At the grade meeting tomorrow, you will go up to the rostrum and review and repent in front of our older classmates.

While scolding, Director Zhang's expression was stern, and the flesh on his face trembled, and his saliva was like cannon fire.

He rushes and insults the teacher, and he ignores the teacher!What's the thing? This is!Even if your mother talks about Principal Li’s place, you have to review and regret it!It depends on how your mother dealt with you then!

Gao Zifeng stood beside me, his fists tightly clenched, his nails were about to sink into the palm of his fists. His young face turned red and his indignant expression was a little humiliated. If he hadn't been afraid of making trouble for his mother, he would have wanted to give this greasy grade director two fists to teach him how to be a human being, but just when he couldn't help it, he thought of his head teacher's mother who was usually cold and serious and strict in his discipline, and he was a little worried and scared.

At this time, I couldn't stand the greasy face of Director Zhang. I could tolerate it. After all, if it was a big deal, it would alarm my mother. Under my mother's strict standards, wouldn't it prove that I was doing something wrong in school and didn't even listen to the teacher's words?

Although Director Zhang is not a teacher at all, he is not the teacher he teaches me.

However, seeing his good brother Gao Zifeng stand up for me, he was humiliated by Director Zhang and threatened to steal to the head teacher Xu, who was Gao Zifeng's mother, I couldn't bear it.

No matter what the indifferent class teacher who often wears glasses inlaid with gold wire frames would deal with me.

I stepped up two steps and grabbed Director Zhang's suit collar with my right hand. Because it was formal clothes, it was thicker and easy to grasp, I grabbed it with a real handle. In addition, although I was developing slowly, I learned some basic skills such as squatting and horse stance in my grandfather's military compound when I was a child. My body was actually strong and powerful. I also participated in the city's youth Sanda competition in elementary and junior high school.

In addition, Director Zhang has a short figure and is about the same height as me. If my mother or Aunt Su were wearing high heels, she would probably have a tall and heroic figure of about 1.8 meters. I am afraid that if I can raise my feet, I can have a condescending momentum like now.

Director Zhang was a little fat, but he was the kind of fat that was hollowed out by the wine. I grabbed him with big hands, and Director Zhang struggled and couldn't move.

Or rather, he didn't expect that the student who was originally as gentle as a sheep was still as gentle as a sheep. He apologized obediently the previous second and asked him for forgiveness. How could the student who was allowed to scold him suddenly come forward and grab his collar brutally.

Even Gao Zifeng behind him was stunned. You guy, I just want to scold you. I'm shameless, I...

After saying that, my left hand was about to give him Director Zhang two big mouths, but looking at the dirty sweat on his forehead and the fat face, I stopped my big mouth again.

Seeing this, Director Zhang might think that I, a student, was hesitant and scared. After all, not every student really dared to attack the teacher. If a vicious incident occurs when a student beats the teacher, the student will not be able to take it!

Director Zhang squeezed a sneer on his face, humming!Could it be that you still dare to hit me?!Give you ten courages...

Before I finished speaking, I kicked his bloated beer belly hard, Ouch!

Director Zhang fell to the ground with a scream, and fell behind on the ground one meter away. A large footprint of a bit dirty and black was left on the belly of the originally brand new white shirt.

After the kick, I pulled Gao Zifeng, who had not yet come to my senses, and said, "Let's go back to the classroom!"

Director Zhang fell to the ground and slowed down for a while. Looking at the sound of the two of us being about to leave, he shouted in anger: Who dares to leave!You guys!

Seeing that he still had the fierce and threatening face, he got out of nowhere!I cursed and pretended to go up and kick him again. Director Zhang saw this and hurriedly covered his stomach with a piss and got up, ran away without turning his head.

Of course, I really don’t have the brain to hit Director Zhang. After all, no matter what the reason is, as long as you are a student and a teacher and elder, if you hit someone, you will be punished by the school to a large extent, or if the public opinion condemns you.

So I just went up to demonstrate and kicked Director Zhang hard, which was considered relieved, and did not really beat him up.

As the saying goes, one punch will prevent a hundred punches from coming.

If he didn't kick the dog who bullies the weak and is afraid of being the strong, he would probably think we are easy to bully and blocked him there to scold him. He would probably be delayed in the first class morning reading. What's more, he threatened to find our class teacher, Mr. Xu, and asked Mr. Xu to deal with us. Mr. Xu's serious and indifferent personality is still our class teacher, which is even more difficult to resist.

Not to mention that I would say that I would write a review report of tens of thousands of words. I would review and read it aloud at the grade meeting. That would be really embarrassing. My mother might even hear some news!

And the reason why I just kicked him and didn't continue to beat the dog in the water was not because of my mercy, but because I came to school early. I was not on the main route just now, and no students around me saw it.

I just taught Director Zhang a lesson, which made him lose his trash. Only the three of us knew about this. The matter did not spread. Although he was embarrassed and beaten by me, if he went to the school leader with this, the teaching department would have exposed it from our head teacher, Teacher Xu, and said that he was a grade director, a male teacher in his forties and fifties, was beaten by a student. I am afraid he would not be able to lose his face. At most, he would trip us behind his back and talk to Teacher Xu and talk to us bad things, such as being disrespectful and smoking.

And I won't really say that I gave him a kick.

But if I continued to beat him up and beat him up, he would not be able to get out of Taiwan, or if he was seen by other students passing by, he would be discussed in the school and his face would be lost, but I would probably be dealt with by the school...

So when I saw that I was right, I took Gao Zifeng away and took him away.

When he arrived at the classroom, Gao Zifeng took the position, as if he had just recovered from the classroom now, and lowered his head and began to sigh.

It's over. He offended Director Zhang's old wall lamp. He ran to my mother to complain. What should we do? When I go back, my mother's iceberg devil has to deal with me!

Gao Zifeng's grades are actually quite good. They are similar to me, but they are not as good as me, and they are more than better than me, but they are used to being carefree and comfortable on weekdays. His father should have a good salary and he gives him a lot of pocket money. He often takes me to those black Internet cafes after class to go online and start black. He looks pretty good. After all, Zi Xiao's mother, his mother, my head teacher, Teacher Xu, has a good foundation, but she is a little bit tanned when she plays basketball.

Fortunately, his mother was a teacher and taught him personally to be the head teacher. Otherwise, Gao Zifeng, who was used to being a stubborn person, would have been a long time ago to drop out of school and become a streetmate.

Although Gao Zifeng often complained that his mother was very strict with him, when the head teacher, Teacher Xu, got angry in the class and his eyebrows were raised, the boys and girls in the whole class were so angry that they dared not breathe. They were indeed serious and indifferent, but I actually knew that Gao Zifeng liked to value his own mother.

In puberty, I just like to complain and nag and control my mother.

It's a bit similar to my home...

Seeing Gao Zifeng lying on the table with melancholy and worried faces, I felt a stir in my heart. Fortunately, my mother went to the capital, otherwise she would have found out that I beat our senior director at school. I am afraid I am not much better than Gao Zifeng's sorrow at this time.

But how to solve it?

Although he knew that Director Zhang also understood that I was not easy to bully, and for his own face and image, he didn't dare to make a big fuss about it, but he knew that Gao Zifeng's mother was the head teacher of our Class 22. She came to her house and put pressure on Teacher Xu, and so on. Gao Zifeng would probably feel uncomfortable when he went home...

Just as I was comforting Gao Zifeng, I was thinking in my mind that a special and light fragrance came. The smell was not a very strong perfume, but a faint, refreshing fragrance. If you don’t pay attention to it carefully, you will not notice it.

Through the window on the wall on the right side of the classroom, a mature and gentle young woman swayed, Xiaoyi.

Yue Qirong, wearing a light blue and light yellow dress, waved her hand through the glass with her fair palms, obviously calling me out.

Gao Zifeng's originally melancholy expression was as wrong as the lilac flowers in the alley. He was a little surprised, Teacher Yue?!What did Teacher Yue call you?It’s not right. Teacher Su Yue has never called you Ah like this. Do you know Teacher Yue?

He stared at me suspiciously, with a confused look on his face.

Yue Qirong is loved and supported by her classmates in the class. After all, who doesn’t like such a person who has excellent teaching ability and a gentle and gentle personality. When the get out of class is over, female classmates often go to chat with Teacher Yue, and some female classmates even go to my stepmother to borrow sanitary napkins when they have their menstruation!

It’s ridiculous that she is popular and respected in our class!

After all, Gao Zifeng, his class teacher who is as cold and stern as Master Mie Jue, is in charge of him. Another gentle and kind Chinese teacher, Teacher Yue, looks like a twelve-winged angel...

There are even rumors that Teacher Xu is jealous of his classmates' love for Teacher Yue...

I didn't know how to explain it for a moment. After all, I was in school. Although Aunt Yue, the stepmother, took care of me (I often called my name in class and asked me to answer questions, and I was still her representative of Chinese class), I rarely called me in school like now. Maybe it was because I was the only one of Gao Zifeng and I in the classroom now. I came too early, except for some good students who came to school to preview in advance, the main course teacher prepared lessons in the office.

I hesitated for a moment, and didn't want to deceive Gao Zifeng perfunctorily. I replied ambiguously, Teacher Yue, um... Is it my mother...

After listening to me, Gao Zifeng's eyes moved, and he hugged for a moment. Perhaps he was thinking of his harsh and indifferent mother who often dealt with him, and he sighed with an envious tone.

Alas, why is your mother so good, but my mother is like a Master Miejue? You didn’t tell me before that Teacher Yue is your mother!?

I looked at Gao Zifeng with a melancholy sighing and envying my stepmother, but I didn't feel awkward at all, because this guy was really heavy 2D plus perverted loli control, and was almost not interested in the reality of the third dimension. At most, I could see what Teacher Hatano and Miss Caihua in Hebei, etc., especially the silver hair and red eyes in the anime 2D, which is the most sexy sex fetish for me. Even the airplane cup in his bedroom is all the two-dimensional... When he took me to watch and share it for the first time, I was speechless when I saw it...