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Chapter 28

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    "Hang Han, you are usually the most obedient student in the teacher's heart!" The head teacher was so angry that he drank a few mouthfuls of boiling tea, his mouth almost scalded and blistered.

    Undergraduate, if Hang Han doesn't make a mistake in the half-term exam, and keeps stable all the time, at least he will be a second grade material.

    The base of the water glass hit the desk, and the water stirred up.

    "Confused, Hang Han!" The teacher in charge took off his glasses, "Tell me what's going on first?"

    "Are you guys playing a game?"

    The head teacher waited for a long time.

    Instead of catching the head teacher's ladder, Hang Han broke out with unprecedented bravery.

    "Teacher, this matter has nothing to do with Jian Ning, I hope you don't disturb Jian Ning."

    Maybe everyone thought he was joking, or laughed at him behind his back, that the toad wanted to eat swan meat.

    The homeroom teacher was so angry that his liver ached. He stood up and began to scold: "Jane Ning! Jian Ning! What about yourself? Ah! What about yourself?"

    "I'll tell you from my experience."

    "If you dare to humble yourself into the dust, kid, she dares to step you into the mud. It's still the kind that can't be picked out."

    "What are you young people talking about? Tiangoutiangoutian has nothing in the end."

    The head teacher saw that Hang Han's head was getting lower and lower, but he still insisted on making a decision. He sat down with a pg: "Hey, why am I angry? It's not that I failed to confess. Wang Jianmin, you crazy!"

    Wang Jianmin is because his parents want him to build g and love the people.

    The head teacher hated Hang Han's cowardice: "That Jian Ning still has pigtails on your head!"

    "This matter must invite your parents to come tomorrow!"

    Hang Han raised his head sharply, clenched his fists, and all the rose thorns fell into his palms: "Teacher, don't invite your parents. My parents are not at home. My grandma raised me. She has a heart disease."

    The class teacher beat the table angrily: "Then tell me what to do? Your family has worked so hard to send you to school, and you just play around all day?

    "You bring me a charter and take a look."

    Hang Han pursed his lips and gritted his teeth: "Teacher, I have thought of a solution."

    Class teacher: "I don't care what you do, just get me the regulations! And the grades are not allowed to drop! Of course, you are not allowed to do anything that violates moral laws."

    "You must pass one for yourself!"

    Jian Ning searched around but couldn't find the head teacher, and was about to go to the head teacher's separate office, when she saw Hang Han and the head teacher coming down one after the other.

    "Hurry up and go back to class, you have paid for every class," the head teacher yelled and entered the office.

    Jian Ning was extremely anxious: "Did the teacher say anything? You explain the matter clearly to him, and you just say that you are playing a game."

    She is studying now, if the family finds out, they have to beat her to death.

    Hang Han looked down at Jian Ning's anxious and flustered face, she was not flustered by him: "It's okay. The matter has been resolved."

    Hang Han returned to his seat, and Qing Wei gave him a piece of paper.

    Hang Han suddenly felt warm in his heart: "Thank you."

    Qingwei: "Do you have any thorns on your hands?"

    Qing Wei poked Ning Yang: "Are there any nail scissors?"

    Ning Yang borrowed one from Hang Han again.

    Hang Han awkwardly pulled out all the thorns he could pull out with his left hand.

    There were blood stains on the toilet paper.

    After school, Ning Yang went to the barber shop to shave his head.

    The next day, Hang Han, who has always been cowardly, applied to the head teacher for a change of seat on the grounds of studying.

    Hang Han stopped looking at Jian Ning and worked hard every day.

    The people who laughed at Hang Han at first gradually shut up.

    Only Hang Han knew that he secretly developed those photos and stored them carefully, burying his loneliness and never mentioning them again.

    By chance, Hang Han passed by the street and heard the music playing on the street: "I am no longer looking for it in this life I am a lover"

    "Like a flower, like a dream is our brief encounter."

    In the second semester, Hang Han transferred, and I heard that he transferred to a better school.

    Hang Han withdrew from the class, and the gray head portrait no longer lit up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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