Chapter 21: Wang Tiechuan testified

As soon as Song Ye said this, the whole class was quiet, silently staring at the young girl with a light look on Erlang's legs, thinking that she was listening.
The head teacher also had to re-examine the girl who had changed a lot in front of him. Without the long hair that covered the sky, he looked more than one grade, even changed his temperament, and dared to speak in class.
But as a teacher, she had to give an explanation if she wanted to maintain her face and rice bowl. With almost no consideration, she frowned and looked at Song Ye. "No matter what the reason, strong glue on your table is The indisputable fact, now you go out and punish me immediately, and wait for Tang Meiling's hands to come and punish you. "
From an adult's perspective, she knows how to stay alone.
And these little children, at best, are called parents, which is harmless.
These thoughts may not be seen in front of others, but Song Ye was in front of her eyes.
"The teacher punished the students so indiscriminately, wouldn't he be afraid of spreading the reputation of corrupting the morals of the teacher?" Song Ye's face reflected in the winter sun, as if air-conditioned, and the words he spoke made even more shudder. .
"What?" The head teacher froze. without understanding? Destroy teacher morals?
Seeing that the volcano was about to erupt, Song Ye was still calm and calm. "I haven't touched my desk from entering the classroom to sitting down. The classmates can testify. This strong glue was not from me."
Her voice was very bright, echoing word by word in the classroom, and everyone could understand clearly.
However, when the head teacher glanced over and asked, everyone bowed his head and remained silent.
"It seems that no one is willing to testify for Song Ye." The class teacher raised his eyebrows, his words seemed regretful, but in fact the look was a little gloating, "Song Ye, you should reflect on some of your behaviors, even if you are not in a group Now, you still bully your classmates and lie, so if you continue to do this, how can you be successful in the future? "
Song Ye sneered, disapproving of this majestic lesson, glanced over the students in the classroom, his eyes calmed without a trace of sadness and joy, but it was inexplicably embarrassing.
"I!" Amidst the silence, a figure suddenly stood up, and the chair was knocked down with a response.
Song Ye looked up at Wang Tiechuan, who had just been scolded by Tang Meiling.
Although Wang Tiechuan's performance is not good, he is a tall man. He is a sports specialty student and a representative of the physical education department of the class. At this moment, there is a swollen red face. "I can prove to Song Ye that super glue is not Song Ye. It was Zheng Feng who painted it in the morning to think about Song Ye. "
As soon as the words fell, another figure stood up when he brushed the floor. The short and fat Zheng Feng pointed at Wang Tiechuan and yelled and cursed, "Little hooligan, you talk nonsense, I haven't done this kind of thing, you spurted your blood!"
At the hearing of the gangster, Wang Tiechuan was also angry. He rushed forward and blocked Zheng Feng at the desk. His tone was fierce. "You shout and try again." Wang Tiechuan's father was a mix-up, so he was also beaten. People are treated as hooligans and suffer discrimination.
Zheng Feng was taken aback by his looks and slammed into the desk. "Ah! Teacher, he wants to hit someone."
"Stop!" The head teacher was so angry that his throat was going to be angry, and it happened like this on the first day of school. She really wanted to drive out all the bad students who had no skills or skills.
As soon as Wang Tiechuan raised his hand there, his wrist was caught. The cold and soft touch made him stiff, and he turned his head to see Song Ye who did not know when to stand next to him. "I'll take care of it."
The indifferent four words clearly did not make any effort, but made people feel at ease, Wan Tiechuan pursed his lips, nodded consciously and backed away.
Zheng Feng arrived in front of the table and saw Song Ye's face. The jealousy in his heart was like growing grass. He couldn't help pouting and humming, "Why, teacher is here, you still want to do something to me, ah ..."
Before the words were over, Song Ye had reached out and grabbed her arm. She squeezed the muscles on her arm and crushed it hard. She trembled in pain and the whole person screamed and jumped away.
And just as she dodged, Song Ye reached into her desk and blinked out a bottle of stuff. It was super glue.
"Teacher, can you wash out my suspicions?" Song Ye raised his hand and threw things in front of the class teacher.
As an ordinary student, such things as super glue are not necessary supplies at all, and the evidence is conclusive. No matter how dissatisfied the class teacher was, Song Ye had to turn his muzzle to Zheng Feng with a somber expression. "Zheng Feng, immediately Go to the office and inform your parents. You do n’t have to go to this class. "
"Teacher, I ..." Zheng Feng still wanted to speak, but was glared at by Tang Meiling with a look, dared not say anything more.
The head teacher called a few boys and took the table with them.
Tang Meiling looked at the irony of Song Ye's mouth, and was even more certain that she intentionally provoked herself and made herself ugly. As a pretentious school flower, today it has become a joke. She was taken out while holding her hands on the table. She couldn't lift her face ashamed, thinking of stealing chickens without eroding the rice, and she felt resentment towards Song Ye.
The precepts of the first lesson became self-study, and the class was like a swarm of bees, whispering and whispering, and the corners of the eyes kept turning towards Song Ye in the corner.
Regardless of the appearance or the cold atmosphere, all the performances of Song Ye today are too shocking and shocking, leaving a deep impression on the hearts of these youthful young boys and girls.
Song Ye no longer had a table, he simply hugged his hands around his chest, and quietly looked out at the sun outside the window. The winter light shone on his face. The pupil, even the radian of her chin, is so delicate and charming. In such a small county class, her presence is as if she is really shining.
Suddenly, when she noticed that there was a breath near her, Song Ye retracted her eyes and saw Wang Tiechuan carrying the desk in one hand and the chair next to him in one hand, and even actively pushed the desk in front of him.
In the face of Song Ye's calm eyes, Wang Tiechuan was somehow embarrassed and scratched his back. He laughed, "Thank you for stopping me, and I will sit with you in the future, and no one dares to bully you."
Presumably, no one can bully me. Song Ye thought in his heart, but did not refuse on the face, "Well, thank you." The boy obviously knew Song Ye's situation in the class, and just now he appeared to testify that he was separated from the group, so courageous People, she appreciates it.
Looking through the textbook in his hand, and looking at the familiar text, Song Ye's heart was rare, and there was a touch of warm ironing.