In the second year, I had a fight with the counselor and I had a parent.
The counselor says we’re defaming the Academy.
But she lost it, my dad, but since I was a kid, I’ve been teaching me “no trouble, no fear.”
I’m sure he’s out of town, and he’s making the counselor talk!
After two years of graduation, she can now and again be called “Teacher Qi.”
Do you know of the rocks, the larger ones standing at the entrance of the school, the smaller ones standing at the entrance of the school building, and the smaller ones standing up and standing in the room?
But, big and small, these rocks have a commonality, which is ugly.
It’s very natural to have a big red paint on it, and it’s ugly if there’s more than one word, you can’t even read it.
In second year, our counselor wanted to buy a rock like this.
In front of the college?
Our college was on the second floor of the school building, and the so-called “school entrance” was a glass door in the normal building with a sign.
That’s it. Another ugly rock?
The concentration of classes at noon is simply blocking the way for crowded people.
But the counselor wants to buy it.
Why would she buy it instead of the college?
Because she’s going to add a lot of money to her mentor’s work this year.
1.
The counselor came to us with his ideas.
That day she asked the Board to inform everyone not to leave after 5:30.
Before the class was over, the counselor came to the classroom and waited for us.
After the interview teacher left the class, she came in with a pile of mattresses, telling us that there was blood in the water between the campus and the students.
And said, “Today, you’re proud of x, tomorrow, x is proud of you. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
And she went, “When you get out of this school, who remembers that you were one of them? I’m sorry.
That’s more funny.
I didn’t walk out of school, and no one remembers me here.
Besides, we’re not in North China, 985/211. What’s the use of it?
After more than half an hour of lobbying, we knew her true intentions.
She wants to make an ugly stone, put up in front of the college, not only to write about our college, but also her full name, as well as the entire 2016 press class.
I’m suffocating, okay? Not counting points, 21 words.
Another ugly rock.
But that’s not the point. The point is, the counselor wants us to pay for 200 bucks each.
My mother’s going to scold me when I sell!
WQNMLGDDB!
Why would she pay us if she wanted to do something?
All the kids in the class were speechless, but she didn’t wait for our moods to ferment, so she started.
I’m going to tell the captain, “You’ll follow up on this. I’m sorry.
And then you left?
The conversation that had taken place when she had entered the house had already been completely ignored by her and had been cast in a nailed position.
When she left the classroom, people started whispering, mostly… scolding the streets.
When the captain sees things wrong, he doesn’t add oil to the fire. He packs his beige back and lets everyone get out of the meeting.
By nightfall, the class commander sends a message in the class.
Article 1:
[Notice] On the sculptor: $200 each of the students in the class, voluntary, with a view to increasing the level of participation in the classes and colleges.
Article 2:
It’s all right.
I’m speechless after reading.
Is there no contradiction between the “voluntary principle” and “unanimous acceptance”?
They’re all in the news department. They’re all writers. Now you play with us?
But now that you’ve written it, I’ll take it as voluntary, so I didn’t, we didn’t have the whole bedroom.
2.
And as a result, we were set up by the captain.
Two days later, the captain sent out an EXCEL file in the group, named — the collection details.
It shows the names of the class members, the 200-dollar form, the red background colour, the thick font, and a few big words in the back note.
Dude, don’t give me a name.
Is this the “voluntary principle”?
I was as disgusting as a hundred flies.
This EXCEL shows that there are only 13 people who pay for the entire class of 58.
But here, 13, who is it?
There’s a class committee.
There are three other students who have received a national grant in their school year.
Look, it’s not a scholarship, it’s a scholarship — a state subsidy that you can’t get without a family.
What is more, the three are the same roommates as the captain.
It’s amazing! The school was set up in the family income room!
That makes me sick.
Actually, there’s a girl in our bedroom who’s really poor, and we’re watching her live.
She’s from a small town in Shaanxi.
She borrows her tuition, she eats a salty vegan with rice, she doesn’t buy any cosmetics, she only buys a can of VE milk.
There’s one small thing that hurts me and admires her.
There’s a washing machine in the first floor of our dormitory, the one for the scavenger, the one for the three bucks to wash a pot, and we wash it up to once a week.
But she never used to wash her hands.
One time I washed my clothes on the weekend, and she changed her sheets, and I let her wash me.
She was particularly embarrassed by what had happened, and then used the warm canteens of the bedrooms as thanks while we were all away.
We were on the sixth floor, each with two pots, and she ran up and down three or four times to fill it up.
I was really sore at the time, and I went back to my bedroom and I yelled at my mom, and she didn’t say anything.
Apart from real poverty, her own performance has remained steady at the top of the class five years ago.
That is why they do not receive a grant, even if they do not know about their enrolment.
We don’t know what the scholarship criteria are, nor do we dare to ask.
But then I had a long time of displeasure, and I never went to the bedroom where we had two rooms.
3.
After that form was sent out, nobody said anything but our counselor.
“To learn to look at things in the long term, is that 200 bucks? This thing itself is worth well over $200. You must learn to contribute collectively. I’m sorry.
“The most important thing is for you to graduate. I’m sorry.
She said that like she said something and didn’t say anything.
But everyone knows.
Then, in the following week, the captain published several more editions of Collection List V1, V2, V3, like a debt collector.
We’re just students, thinking that we’re going to have to spend two more years in the hands of others, and we’re going to pay the money.
Including me.
But Xie didn’t pay because no money is no money.
So every time her name appeared in the group, it was red.
She was counting on the “voluntary principle” she said.
As long as you don’t know what to do, it’ll be over.
4.
After the release of the V3 edition, three people did not pay.
The following morning, after the morning session, the counselor arrived.
When you enter the door, you face it.
The five mentors are very timid, with little eyes and little mouths, and a tall cheekbones.
She’s never made up. She’s always a low-pony tail on the line.
My parents saw her picture at the beginning of school, and my dad, who was a cop, used to see a lot of people at the police station, said “no good.”
I thought he was way too much.
Now I really want to slap myself.
After the counsellors came in, they didn’t thank 55 people who spent real money and money on her performance, but instead said something about three people who didn’t pay.
That’s a good one. It’s a good one.
“Man, don’t look too short. I’m sorry.
He said he had to walk down the podium, walk two laps in the classroom, walk to his classmates who had failed to pay, and stop deliberately.
“This little thing wants to take advantage. I’m sorry.
That pale face still looks like a dead father.
“The stone sculptor, written in the name of the entire class, the same class, you don’t pay, but you want to enjoy it. I’m sorry.
It’s really J.B. All right, now it’s starting to work for the students.
It really pissed me off, especially to talk to her.
But I’m not too brave to be the first one, and there’s a guy who can’t take it.
“The Queen” stood up and whispered, “Bitch,” and took the bag and left.
Big brother!
After he left, many of us laughed.
As a result, the counselor was scolding her without hearing it.
I kept looking at her, and I said, “Look, there’s no one here who can see you like this. I’m sorry.
WTF?
How can I be a counselor?
Xiaoxie is not in the same mood as any of us who watched the show, and she has been humiliated and afraid to lift it.
“Let the other classmates pay for you,” she cares about it and thinks she’s stalling.
I saw her sneaking tears in her seat.
The counselor saw it, and he was proud to cry.
5.
In the end, Sy didn’t pay.
No money, no money.
Who doesn’t want dignity, but dignity needs money for when there is no money, there is no dignity.
Another guy didn’t pay.
Actually, it’s 400 bucks short, and it doesn’t delay buying that ugly stone or the counselor’s licking.
However, she simply refused to spare them, feeling that they were disobedient and undermining her authority in class, so she came looking for them.
That boy doesn’t care.
He belongs to the kind of “I don’t give you money” and “I don’t like your shit” so whatever the counselor does to him, he doesn’t pay any attention to him, so call him “Yan No.”
So, it’s just my roommate.
6.
In the second semester, the counselor found an excuse to take my roommate’s life to zero.
It takes a lot of care to get a zero?
Even if he’s paralyzed, he won’t get a zero, will he?
As a result, our dormitories became the lowest-rated dormitories in the class during that semester, even lower than those of the particularly squalid boys.
I know the counselor too well.
My dad told me before that some people with no line wanted to get back at one person and harass innocent people around each other.
Innocent people whose lives had been disturbed had to go to their clients, who had to confess, for example, that a debt-service company had called friends of debtors to sell coffins in the middle of the night.
I can’t watch any more of this dirty moves by our college counselor.
I was the chief of the office. I was talking to the counselor.
At the time, there were two other young counsellors in the office, a college clerk, who were both in the office and…
I was kind enough to ask you, “Mrs. Qi, we have a low rate of living in the 602 bedroom, and I’d like to ask you what’s going on, we’re in the bedroom, and we don’t see anything dirty. I’m sorry.
And then the counselor didn’t look at me, he didn’t answer me in the face, and he threw a dirty water on me.
“A girl, with a lower score than a man’s bed, should go back and clean up, not fight with me. I’m sorry.
Fuck me?
A couple of people in the office suddenly looked at me and stopped playing games.
I was on fire.
“You played all the points. I’d like to ask, why is it lower than the man’s bed? I’m sorry.
The counselor didn’t think I’d come straight to me.
“The Aunts of the Pipes have complained to me that you’re 602 who hasn’t washed their sheets for years and you’re quite reasonable? Aren’t you ashamed? I’m sorry.
Then who says “Si”?
Her sheets, but I washed them in a washing machine the other day.
The anger has made my thinking clear, the emotions I held before, and today I have a brain.
“Mr. Qi, did you say there was a room to complain to you? Can we know which one came to you at the number of months? What did she smell? Are you sure it’s from our bedroom? If so, why didn’t you tell us directly, but instead asked you to complain? If so, why not before, why did we all have a basic full score in our dormitory? I’m sorry.
I don’t know why my head was so bright, why my lips were so good, maybe my own father.
The counselor stopped listening and couldn’t answer my question.
It’s starting to sound official.
“This fellow, you have to learn to face the problems right, to solve them, not to run away, to avoid responsibility. I’m sorry.
“I’m so busy every day, I don’t have the obligation to remember where you guys are, okay? I just need to know it exists. I’m sorry.
“And instead of reflecting on why your dormitory is low, you question me. It’s a reverse! I’m sorry.
“If you can’t be the head of the dorm, you can change the head of the dorm. I’m sorry.
Mother, it’s just the name of a bedkeeper, and it’s become a threat to me.
It’s only a four-person dormitory arrangement at the general school, and it’s a gift at Qi’s.
At this time, the gunpowder tastes particularly good for me and the counsellors, and the other teachers in the office have stood up and persuaded.
I was staring at her, not saying a word, and everyone thought I was being pushed away by her and out as a peacemaker.
The young women counsellors put down their fun and started tea and said, “Students don’t listen and don’t get angry.”
And then you look at me and you say, “You go back to this student.” I’m sorry.
The male counselor is normal, just let me go.
That’s funny.
Why do they think I’m gonna stop?
What am I doing here today?
I’m here today for a reason!
So I’m up ahead.
Take out the phone, turn on the tape, and the screen says to my beloved counselor.
“Mrs. Qi, I’ve made a recording, and I hope you’re responsible for what you’re saying. I’m sorry.
“Now I ask you, why do we have such low scores in our bedroom? I hope you give me a reason. I’m sorry.
Mr. Qi did not answer, and the others did not argue, and feared that their voices would be recorded.
So you’re done?
I’ll keep talking.
“The reason you gave us before I turned on the tape was that Aunt Housekeeper complained about us 602, which was too good for me. I’m sorry.
“I asked about the time and place of the complaint, you said you were busy. OK, that’s normal. I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m asking you to call Aunt Tunnel, and we’ll talk. Do you have a minute? Let’s go downstairs. I’m sorry.
Mr. Qi didn’t answer at all. She was staring at me.
Still nobody talks.
That’s funny.
A house full of grown-ups can’t let go.
7.
As a result, I’m still low-rate.
I was already in control, and I lost.
A few of them looked at the line and changed the tactics, selling them badly and comforting them, and didn’t give me a reason.
So I still didn’t get a real reason for being persuaded to go back to class.
I’m sorry I’m ready to eat shit now.
Because my soft heart has a more serious effect, Qi’s grandson has begun to wear our shoes.
In universities, mentors and class leaders, although powerful, are concentrated in those three areas.
Scholarships, scholarships, membership applications.
It’s all about studies, grades, GPAs, they’re the professors, they don’t have so many things, they’re all in class, and they don’t have any problems with their students.
You just don’t care about the three, but in college, these people can’t do anything about you.
But Xiaoxi cares that she needs a scholarship and a loan.
The grant has been given to the “poor” roommates of the class, and only the scholarships are available.
By the time we were in third grade, when we were in second grade, she was wiped out.
I’m surprised.
She’s the second best in the class. She doesn’t have any last scholarship?
She went to ask the head of the class, who told her to ask the counselor, and she asked the counselor, and our beloved teacher Qi told Xiaoxie that she was not eligible for a scholarship.
There’s no right, understand? There’s no right.
Because my roommate has a living score, zero.
It turns out that the counselor, the son of a bitch, gave his life to zero, both arrows, and the person next to him put pressure on her to get a scholarship.
And the other one, who’s in class, 20 of them, is worse than me.
I went to the office with my roommate that day, and I stood at the door of the college with the stone.
Looking at the name of the counselor on the rock, I’d rather draw a son of a bitch with a pen.
The roommate came out with tears, without thinking, and was humiliated.
She told me that the counselor had said something to her.
“A scholarship is a reward for talent, and some are destined to never get it and never get it. I’m sorry.
What?
Scholarship!
You know the name, the reward for learning.
My roommate’s number two, he’s got a lot of luck, he’s got a lot of discipline.
You’re a genius, aren’t you?
Or is your teacher Qi a talent?
That’s why Ho Ho Ho is doing this.
This time I’m really in trouble, I can’t take the scholarship, but the truth must be clear.
8.
No trouble, no fear.
That’s what my dad taught me.
It is high time that I was able to speak on behalf of the silent one day, when I was studying for the journalism profession in a spirit of nurturing my own compassion.
I didn’t dare to speak out. I only contacted a few of my classmates.
First of all, the three of us in the bedroom, plus two boys, the one who left the other day with the next word of “dumb,” call him “B” and the same one who didn’t pay.
We also have an action code — PLAN F.
Take the initials of the English Buck.
First, I wrote an article on the “Why did I meet such a strange counselor?”
People thought the counselor would be my lord, uh…
The article highlights the great stories of the class leaders and counsellors, and the mentors’ love of the stone.
It’s all connected.
Although I do not name my name, the names of the counsellors, the news department, grade xx, the description of the school hardware facilities are a combination of several keywords, and netizens are close to guessing.
And then Jan didn’t write an editorial.
Look at him. I’m just sweating.
I’m afraid I’ll be able to make an online article out of school, but he should be able to go directly to the People’s Daily.
Like this one.
– Students who “know the truth” have met teachers who “feed the best of the best of the best” – which has caused the city to become more angry at university campuses that are supposed to nurture the country.
Like that.
• How can education, as a cure for the intergenerational transmission of poverty, and as an important bridge to the country’s progress towards modernization, undermine its openness and fairness for one’s own sake?
Is it possible for a man to write this?
A few of us call the cattle.
I was worried about it, and I gave it a few names, what’s called “The School of Education” and what’s “The School of Education I See”.
If he doesn’t, he’s got a simple name — Accountability.
Another high-level verdict.
It’s very simple, it’s straight to the core.
B. He had money, he had a computer, he had a hard copy of Adobe Indesign, he had a copy all night, and he had found a printing shop far from school, and he printed 500 copies.
We didn’t understand why the Internet was back in the paper age.
Brother B says it’s called the beginning.
That’s great. Let me go.
Then, in the middle of the night, we cleaned the two dormitories that were mainly covered by the students of the Press Academy, each of which was filled with one.
The next day, the whole college knew about it.
It’s not over yet.
The scripts written by the other two roommates were also made into a dog-blooded short play, inspired by Biscuit Son-in-law, on B standing and shaking.
Thanks to the rich man, Brother B, he bought it.
9
Feedback from various platforms is good.
If the communication teacher finds out, he’ll give us a full score.
It’s just that we’ve been interviewed by the head of the school.
It’s probably the captain’s grandson who told the story, because one night when she asked us to sign, she entered our bedroom.
In the office, the clerks and counsellors sat in two separate seats and stuck a few of us in the middle.
The counselor spoke first and lured us with the cover of episode two of the short play.
“Is this the video you made? P.R., good cut, huh? It’s probably a pretty high score for the documentary creation class. I’m sorry.
We’re not talking.
“Don’t play dumb, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
We are silent.
When a hard-on failed, the counselor changed his strategy, softened in a moment and played a bitter game.
It’s just that her face, in the form of a pathetic look, doesn’t make any sense.
“Why do you have to hurt me? I’m just an ordinary counselor. I’m sorry.
That’s disgusting. Don’t insult the word “normal.”
We remain silent.
“Do you think you’re targeting me personally? Once that happens, it won’t be me. I’m sorry.
“You’re doing this to discredit the college and the school. I’m sorry.
The secretary immediately followed, and the two were as negotiated.
“You haven’t reported to school yet. You’ll see. You’ll have a chance to change. I’m sorry.
“According to the reputation of the school, the minor will not be able to complete his profession, and the heavy one will be insult and slander…”
Next, there’s a series of hidden threats. Tell your parents, we’ll find a job at a school and we’ll be advised not to take us in.
I’m still silent on the part of those who know “clarification and rejection” and I can’t speak up without them.
The way we rolled meat drove two people to their faces.
Direct threats by counsellors.
“Tomorrow there will be no classes, no accounts, no classes. I’m sorry.
Shit, the shoes are big.
10,
I can’t argue with this.
He suddenly raised his head down.
I was so scared I wasn’t going to be a traitor.
In the eyes of some of us, Brother B came slowly to the counselor’s desk.
With a long arm, the glass on the counselor ‘ s table was suddenly taken and fell to the middle of the office.
The cups were so loud and sore, and the black tumbled in it was all messed up, and several of them were smashed because of the power.
We were all surprised.
Brother B, is he crazy?
People were looking at Brother B, and he looked at the clerk and the counselor, and pointed his right finger at him.
“On you?”
Don’t you want me to go to class?
I saw a little fear in her eyes.
And B, the next thing I said, scared everyone in the house.
“You know who my dad is? I’m sorry.
Brother B said it and laughed.
We’re all stuck. Brother B has a background?
The counsellors and clerks were also frightened and missed their calls for half a day.
“Don’t let me graduate?”
“I promise I’ll get you down on your knees and beg me to take my diploma!” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t believe me, give it a try, Zi-Li-Ti. I’m sorry.
I’m not going anywhere.
It’s just like when you’re in school saying “dumb” to get away with it.
The counselor and the secretary didn’t know how to continue singing.
They’ve been looking at each other for a long time.
11,
My beloved, my beloved, my lovely B.
Why do we have to do this?
When we got out of the office, we bought a cup of milk tea to find Brother B.
My legs were no longer my legs.
It’s the dog’s leg.
I’ll give the milk tea to Brother B to put on his hands and Gossip Girl.
This family background is not usually easy to tell, I have to ask.
I didn’t think B would tell us the truth.
His parents…
It’s all…
In…
Beijing…
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
A treasure shop?
I almost broke in the spot.
My thoughts have gone to the west wall of the palace, and they were pulled back at the moment.
Just now, Brother B is all dressed up.
Turns out it’s all over the place.
Brother B, you are my brother.
After being called to the office, I made a sound recording.
B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B, B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-
The threats made to us by the counsellors and the clerks were also clearly recorded.
12,
The counselor and the secretary were born for a few days, and the day he reacted, Brother B called us back to the office after the scare.
She didn’t want it to affect everyone’s future, saying, “I’ll confess. Teacher Qi hates me.” I’m sorry.
He hasn’t finished yet. Brother B just refused.
“What is wrong with you?” She hates you as her problem! How are you? I’m sorry.
I’m not wrong about anything, but it’s weird.
The second time, the fire got worse.
It turned us into three people in the middle of the trial, with an additional C — the dean of journalism.
Say it’s fake.
If this old man doesn’t let us graduate, it’s a matter of words.
We’re here to fight each other. We can’t do this.
It’s even more dangerous.
First, the secretary opens up and goes straight to the subject.
“You guys, put something down, make a clarification. I’m sorry.
That kiss, tall above.
“What do you want to know? I’m sorry.
Brother B deserves it. He’s back in play.
But this time, the clerk stopped buying, because he went to check out Brother B’s house and found out that he was being played, so he got even more angry.
Don’t play dumb! I’m sorry.
Brother B tried to play hard again, and the dean spoke.
And he said, “Shut up, and then he will not tire of us.”
“Guess, I’ve seen what you’re doing. There’s something wrong with the school. I’m sorry.
You’re a leader. Come on.
“All talented children, and the school values your talents, and it is a rare good thing to take this opportunity to discover the talents of students. I’m sorry.
A few words from the President, yes.
“However, the articles, the videos, not against whom, but, indeed, the negative impact on the school is not denied. I’m sorry.
“The school’s reputation is bad, and in the future you say you graduated from this school, do you have light on your face or not? The same goes for the other classmates. I’m sorry.
We didn’t talk, we couldn’t refute it. It’s true.
The Secretary saw that we were a little shaken, and that he was a moth again, but when he opened his mouth, it was wrong.
“What matters most is that all of this is your fabrication and slander, for the sake of the human eye, without any real evidence. I’m sorry.
“Now, it’s very simple, we’re just going to settle things, just one demand, and we’re going to remove everything you send up. I’m sorry.
That’s it. Why are you a secretary? A human drum?
Finally, the President brought the topic together and said the focus of today’s conversation.
“If you’d like to clarify, think about it in the court. I’m sorry.
13,
“How can we be clear? I’m sorry.
It’s always calm and Jan doesn’t suddenly ask questions.
We know that he will not ask and that he will not compromise. In this case, Jan is no more determined than we are.
We may be stuck with a heated blood, but he’s not.
He’s thought it through.
The wrong person had to be mistaken, the amendment had to be amended, and one party had compromised and was wrong.
That compromise is meaningless.
So I guess Jan’s not in a trap right now.
And we don’t say it, so it’s up to Jan not to do anything.
“It’s a misunderstanding to say that. I’m sorry.
That’s it?
“Well, there’s also… there’s still to be a mistake, which means it’s causing trouble at the college. I’m sorry.
“This is a misunderstanding. Our five people are sorry for the trouble they’ve caused to the press school, is that it? I’m sorry.
As soon as the Secretary-General listened, he looked at the President, who shook his head in silence and he only hesitated to speak again.
“It cannot be said that it was a misunderstanding, but it was made up because you were displeased with the administration of the Academy. I’m sorry.
“That’s it?”
Yang did not care enough to make the court’s leader present happy and to restore his good looks.
“I don’t remember you after a while, but I’m sure it’s a real benefit.”
“Young man, make a choice.”
“Now, in front of the dean, delete all the videos…”
And the Yang did not rub his hand, and opened his mouth with no heart, but he choked.
“You don’t care, you don’t see the root of the problem. I’m sorry.
“Bring us here, not to solve the problem, but to solve the problem?” I’m sorry.
“I thought it was a question of a counselor alone, and now it looks like it’s wrong from the dean. I’m sorry.
Yang’s machine gun was the same as the one who condemned him.
“What’s the use of this kind of research? Three more years? We’re sick! I’m sorry.
The three of us girls are laughing too, let’s not say that the men and women are not tired of working together, and the two boys are so strong at this critical time.
I’ve got three regular heads on the other side.
And then the face was torn.
14.
It’s starting to work.
Please parents.
Me and the other girl in the bedroom are locals, and the other three are outsiders.
Both my dad and the girl’s mother were called to school, and there were calls from behind the parents of their classmates.
My dad, I’m not worried, Calf.
But the roommate’s mother, I’m just… I’m gonna have to sweat.
I pretended I couldn’t hold my shit. I came out and called my dad.
I’m going to have to go through this with him before I let the three grandchildren take the lead.
After my dad listened, he asked me, “Is everything on tape? I’m sorry.
“I recorded it, I learned it from you. I’m sorry.
“All right. I’m sorry.
Then my dad and his roommate’s mom sat in the office.
15,
It’s time to fight.
The atmosphere in the office after the three were very unobjectively told by their parents about the incident, which was strange.
My dad looked at the dean, the clerk, the counselor, and he looked at us.
The roommate’s mother also looked at the dean, the clerk, the counselor and then looked at us.
The difference is, my dad’s eyes are…
And roommate mom’s eyes are– blame.
My dad probably read that, so he didn’t wait for his roommate’s mom to talk.
He pulled a chair over to sit down, looked at the three men and opened his mouth quickly, and he was in the gas field of the interrogation room.
“I hear you mean, my daughter “defaming teachers”? You’re fired? I’m sorry.
“Yes, it has caused me great personal distress and has had a very negative impact on schools. I’m sorry.
The counselor said.
My dad didn’t pick her up, he just turned his head and asked me.
“So, did you slander my daughter?”
I veto.
“No, just a regular network surf. I’m sorry.
My dad’s done a nod, and he talks to them.
“My daughter says she didn’t. I’m sorry.
The counselor’s in a hurry.
“What kind of Internet surfing, all those schools she sent out, has had a very serious impact on me. I’m sorry.
My dad keeps asking questions.
“Did you take the money? The answer is yes or no. I’m sorry.
The counselors are too busy to know how to turn the subject so quickly.
“No…” And she had to admit, “No, I did. I’m sorry.
My dad said, “You took it and everyone knew, what does it have to do with my daughter? I’m sorry.
The counsellors in this section felt caught up, were in a hurry and did not count on the people’s teachers.
“You fart… you mess around! I’m sorry.
My father was running around with her scolding and showing off on the prisoners.
“You watch how you talk. I’ve got the whole video, and you don’t point at me. I’m sorry.
When the director and the secretary look at this, stop it.
Mostly the counselor. After all, my dad wasn’t mad.
The roommate mother on the other side was also influenced by my father’s attitude, and wanted to hear what the college had done, pushed her daughter, and asked herself, “What did you do to my daughter?” I’m sorry.
Parents united.
16,
I was going to move out of my parents to crush the three of us, and now I’m breaking my foot.
It was only possible for the director to throw out the olive branch once again and to mention the insurance policy, but he said it was very euphemism, and the video was still on.
“The school values talent and hopes that they will be able to study at school for a few more years and achieve higher results. I’m sorry.
My dad understands, but he’s not moving.
“What’s he saying, Dean?
“No, Dad, the dean, the secretary, the Qi teacher meant that if a few of us came forward to clarify, say, ’cause we were personally dissatisfied with the strict management of the school, so we made this up, and the five of us apologized for the trouble we caused to the press school. ‘The College gives us a guarantee that we will not be allowed to attend unless it is clarified and deleted. I’m sorry.
I have deliberately repeated all three vague messages across the street.
My dad turned his head and asked three people, “Is that what it means? I’m sorry.
It’s not a nod across the street, it’s not a nod, it’s a nod.
My dad hasn’t spoken for half a day.
“How did Mr. Qi just admit to taking the money? Is that inconsistent? I’m sorry.
“When I came in, didn’t that rock come in there? The parents, you see. I’m sorry.
Roommate mom had to nod her head.
The dean’s in over his head.
How come the parents don’t get salt?
Stand up and pull my dad aside. Is this another time to seduce?
The secretary’s appearance, as well as his past, created a red-faced, white-faced movement.
I didn’t hear what the dean and the secretary said. They were too small.
But my dad said something and I heard it.
He turned around and said to me, “Close the video. I’m sorry.
He then pulled out his arms and put them on their shoulders, softly filming them.
It’s like a left and a right.
I’ll get to the dean, I’ll get to the secretary.
“They’re just freshman year and two more years, and you’re going to have to teach them, right? I’m sorry.
The secretary noded and thought my dad finally learned to focus and listen to needs.
“The future of their five children is in your hands. I’m sorry.
The dean also fell in a slight position and finally understood.
“So I, as a parent, shall ensure their well-being. I’m sorry.
They’re nodding their heads, you know.
“So that’s all I can do…”
Everyone’s eyes were on my dad’s back.
“I know where several homes live. “My father hit twice with his hands and his shoulders were tied.
“Who’s the wife? My dad said he looked to the secretary.
“Some wives. My dad said he looked at her.
“If in the next two years there’s any injustice, failure or failure, we’ll have to see each other again and twice. I’m sorry.
After that, my dad pulled back his arms and gave us a little space.
At the moment, they were staring at my father with a mean look, and they couldn’t speak.
“So, is this over? Can the kids go back to class? I’m sorry.
17,
The head of the compound never came to us again, and the content on the Internet remained steady.
A week later, the school officials were kept at Cue’s, and only the following notices could be issued:
Briefings
On 1 November, the school received a well-known report of alleged violations of the teaching profession by our teachers, and the school gave high priority to the immediate initiation of an investigation in accordance with our school ‘ s Pilot Infraction Investigation Approach.
It was found that there had been a violation of the moral character of the teacher and that the circumstances were serious and the dismissal was carried out.
This article was also forwarded to the Chief for safety.
And the President and the Secretary have never come to us again for this matter, and the Secretary has done us some damage from time to time, and the President has said nothing.
Looks like there’s a lot going on.
But one of us is still out of line.
It’s Brother B.
Writing class. Focused first, he hung up.
Because he did it on purpose, he tried to get the first Xie in writing class to give him an extra lesson on the pretext that he had to pass his exams.
That’s hundreds.
Later, every time we passed by the entrance to the college, the stone sculpture finally got out of the way. Record number: YX1114 OlP00
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
