Chapter 100: Slap in the face

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
In the classroom, the seat originally belonging to Lobin also became the position of others.
Occasionally, when Qin Lang looked at the seat in front of the classroom, there would be a moment of distraction, because he seemed to feel that the back of Lobin was still there.
The Iraqi people have gone. The original Qin Lang should choose to forget, but I don’t know why. Because of Lobin’s departure, the previous memories have become more and more clear, and the wonderful feelings have become more and more intense.
After losing, I know how to cherish.
Maybe this sentence really makes sense.
Jiang Xueqing often appears in front of Qin Lang, Qin Lang can also feel the concern from her, but now Qin Lang, there is no mind to accept another relationship, even if this feeling seems to be at your fingertips. However, it was listened to Zhao Wei reminding Qin Lang that Jiang Xueqing was chasing her to chase her tightly, so that Qin Lang should not miss the opportunity, but Qin Lang did not agree.
"Qin Lang, please go to the principal's room."
Before going to class, Sun Bo came to Qin Lang’s seat and worried that Qin Lang’s guy would be against him, so Sun Bo used a
please
. If Qin Lang is not going to go, Sun Bo is afraid that he will be trained by the principal.
"Well, I am going." Since Sun Bo is so polite, Qin Lang did not intend to confront him. The so-called "reaching his hand and not smiling people" means this.
For the students of the Seventh Middle School, many people stayed in the Seventh Year for a few years, but did not have the opportunity to step into the principal's room. Because even if it is a major event to expel a student, the principal is not required to personally handle it.
The principal's office is on the fifth floor of the classroom building, the middle office. The fifth floor is the top floor of this office building. China has a saying of "the ninety-five" since ancient times, so the location of the fifth floor of the ninth floor is of course the most noble position. The middle room naturally belongs to the leaders. It is. Of course, these are just unwritten rules. If someone goes to interview something, the official will definitely not admit it.
The headmaster's room is very angry. There are many photos on the corridor that represent the glorious history of the Seventh. There is also a photo that has just been posted. It is a photo of Luobin. She is very beautiful and very lonely. A very strong sense of distance, the photo below reads "Harvard girl Lobin".
After a pause, Qin Lang knocked on the door of the principal's office.
The principal of the Seventh Middle School, named Wang Zhixiu, is a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing glasses, giving people a very intellectual and elegant feeling.
However, Qin Lang’s attention was not on the principal, but the woman sitting on the sofa of the principal’s office. This woman is extravagant and has a similarity with Luobin. Qin Lang recognizes this woman. She is the mother of Luobin.
"You are Qin Lang classmates." Wang Zhixiu and Yan Yue said to Qin Lang, "This is my superior leader, Song of the Provincial Department of Education."
"President Wang, I am not here to guide the work today. If it is convenient, please let me say a few words to this classmate alone." Luo Bin’s mother Song Wenru said faintly, but the tone could not be rejected.
Wang Zhixiu nodded and walked out of the office and took the door.
Song Wenru stood up and came to Qin Lang and said faintly: "You are Qin Lang?"
Qin Lang nodded.
Song Wenru suddenly raised his slap, and slaps his ear to Qin Lang. So close and without a warning, it is difficult to avoid it, but Qin Lang just leaned back and easily avoided it. Both feet have not moved half a point!
This is the benefit of the pile being stable.
Song Wenru did not expect that Qin Lang actually avoided, and the backhand was a slap in the face, Qin Lang still easily avoided.
"Song, the director of the Song Dynasty, I am not a kindergarten child more than ten years ago. Not everyone can slap me in the face." Qin Lang grabbed Song Wenru's wrist as if he reached out, like a pair of iron tongs, so that it could not move.
However, thinking of this woman is the mother of Luobin, Qin Lang lost her wrist.
"You...you...is it the little boy who was a dozen years ago?" Song Wenru suddenly remembered something, and wondered if this kid’s face made him so annoying. Ten years ago, when her daughter was in kindergarten, she saw a little fart boy who dared to go to kiss her daughter’s mouth. This allowed Song Wenru to rush into the kindergarten and gave the little boy a slap in the face, then took the daughter away from the kindergarten. It is.
Song Wenru did not expect that, after more than ten years, this kid actually appeared in front of Lobin again, and it was still the key time when Luobin was going to Harvard University to study, really... oh!
"Yes, I am the little boy." Qin Lang said calmly. "A dozen years ago, you fanned me a slap in the face. It was because I was still small at the time. But now it is different. No one can now fan me. Slap in the face!"
"Is it?" Song Wenru said disdainfully, "I just want to say a word, you can't think about studying in the Seventh! Even, you can't think of studying in Hirakawa!"
"Song Hall is really a big official." Qin Lang did not move, "However, Song Hall is so busy with you, come here to find me today, not to fan my slap in the face?"
"Well, I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Song Wenru said coldly, "Three days ago, did you send Xiaobing a bunch of flowers to our house?"
"Flowers?" Qin Lang couldn't help but frown. "I didn't send her any flowers!"
"You still have a sophistry!" Song Wenru said angrily, took a card from the wallet and threw it on Qin Lang's face.
When Qin Lang reached out, the card was locked between his two fingers. This card really had the words "Qin Lang gift", but looking at this handwriting, it was not Qin Lang’s own, because Qin Lang was also old. Poisons forced to practice calligraphy, especially the signature is the dragon and the phoenix dance, definitely not written so bad.
"Nothing to say?" Song Wenru snorted.
"This is not what I wrote, and the flowers are not sent by me." Qin Lang said calmly, "Believe it or not!"
"You - forget it, I didn't want to find you trouble for this little thing. However, because of the flowers you sent, Xiao Bing was not feeling well. I suddenly fell ill in these two days and I have already lived in the hospital-"
"What! Lobin is sick!" Qin Lang said slyly, "Which hospital she lives in, I am going to see her!"
"Nothing is necessary!" Song Wenru said coldly. "What you have to do now is to sever all the connections with her, whether it is a phone call, a network or a mobile phone. I don't want you to be a stumbling block on her future, which has delayed her studies." And the future! If you didn't send flowers, it affected her mood, how could she get sick!"
"You... please let me go to see her, I know medicine, I can cure her disease, you believe me." Qin Lang lowered his posture, for Lobin, he could swallow.
"No need!" Song Wenru said categorically, "My daughter will accept the best treatment! You can't come close to him half a step! I am here today, I don't want you to influence my daughter's emotions in any way, affecting her treatment. Because in my opinion, your scum is a virus in itself! This kind of childish early love is simply a curse... In short, I will not let you close to my daughter!"
After that, Song Wenru turned and left.
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