Chapter 44: Photo storm

Since January, the night gang replaced the top tiger gang, and while the remaining sites were still absorbing, it burned a fire on West Street, causing a storm in the city. The night gang cannot be hidden on the surface, but it is actually stepping up the defense day and night, waiting for the West Street police to withdraw as soon as possible to seize resources.
Therefore, Xu Zihang and others did not act together with Song Ye during this time. After school, they left first, and Song Ye would stay in the hall, and then go to the training ground to meet with them.
And one month after this order was placed, in the eyes of everyone, Song Ye, who was being taken care of, was isolated and helpless, and many girls watched her crying secretly.
It's a pity that after a month, Song Ye was getting better and better. Not only did every question in the class be answered well, she was praised by the teacher, and she even enjoyed staying in the classroom, which made people wonder. , But also makes the hatred opponent vomit blood.
In the end, Wang Han dialed that number in an unbearable situation.
"Miss Wang, hello." On the other side of the phone, the man's voice sounded a little wretched-trivial.
Wang Han frowned, bit his lip, and said, "How much do you have on hand now?"
"Hey ..." The man's sharp laughter passed through the microphone, and he was very complacent. "It's enough to make people lose their reputation."
"Really?" Wang Han was so pleased that he secretly turned back to look at the girl in the classroom, and saw her exquisite face glowing in the setting sun. Her jealousy drowned her like a tide. Let her disappear completely from my sight. "
As long as there is no Song Ye and the position of the school flower, Xu Zihang's focus will return to her.
In fact, Song Ye had long noticed that Wang Han was carrying the mobile phone, which was still the latest style and expensive. In a small place like Yuncheng No. 3 Middle School, it is rare to have Xu Zihang who can avenge his younger sister. Then there is another ruthless and wayward Wang Han, but he doesn't know what he wants.
Anyway, she didn't take advantage of the trouble last time. Song Ye also rightly regarded this as a fly, which was harmless.
But soon she knew that flies would bite.
On the morning of the monthly exam, students did n’t have to attend class. Many people waited until the exam was about to start, and Song Ye was late to deal with the West Street issue.
As soon as she entered the classroom with a pen, she saw countless pairs of eyes brushing at her, and then the headmaster of the podium strode over with a mighty look.
In a hurry, she glanced at the classroom and fixed her face on Wang Han's gloating face.
She just wanted to speak, but suddenly her arm was dragged, and when she looked back, she saw Xu Zihang's slightly anxious face. "Why didn't you go down the usual stairs? Something went wrong, you ..."
"You are Song Ye?" Xu Zihang's words were not finished, but the voice of the old headmaster came in.
Seeing this situation, Song Ye didn't panic, nodded politely, "Well, I'm Song Ye, the principal."
The old principal was angry at first. When he saw Xu Zihang pulling Song Ye's arm, his old face was drawn longer. "Huh, what the court is pulling."
Song Ye froze, and didn't expect to be reprimanded early in the morning, and his face was a little cold, "I don't know what the principal asked me to do?"
Most students of this age are afraid of the teacher's parents. Whenever they are blamed, tears should be shed and incidental sympathy should be obtained. Today the old principal came to find someone with a shelf, but he waited for more than half an hour. He was already pouring oil on his heart. Seeing Song Ye's indifferent and indifferent appearance, he immediately blocked it. In my heart, I can't go up or down, I feel very uncomfortable.
Thinking of those things received in the morning, the old principal's gaze became worse when he looked at Song Ye. "You come to the office with me, and this boy, who has something to do with you."
Whatever is related is all together, it is still the boy ... Song Ye sank in his heart, probably guessing what it was.
Sure enough, when he arrived at the office, the old principal split his head and covered his face, and threw a stack of photos on the table in front of Song Ye, each of which had Song Ye's figure, all at the angle of the hotel door, with her side face returning late at night, and Zhao Zhen. When she got back to get off the car, the date below shows that the shooting time was two days before the trouble at Yunjie Bar a month ago.
It turned out that the perception was not an illusion.
Seeing her frowning deeply, the old principal continued to sneer, "Hum, now you know that you are scared? You students, young ages, do n’t learn well, you know that you are fooling around outside, and this matter has been stabbed. Come out, I urge you to be honest and explain clearly, otherwise today you would not want to go to school. "
He is going to retire next year. Although his performance in the third middle school was mediocre, he did not make any big mistakes. He wanted to be retired in a safe and stable way. If there is no such thing, it will be a scandal. Then he may be laid off early.
At this time, Song Ye couldn't help but feel heavy. She didn't really care about these photos, but was shocked by her own intentions. She was photographed for two consecutive days, and she was unaware that this would have been a fatal mistake if it had been in the last life.
She couldn't help smiling bitterly in her heart. It seemed that the environment was too cozy, which made her relax her vigilance.
However, the old principal in front of her was too uncomfortable to speak. She raised her frosty eyebrows. "What does the principal want me to explain?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid for me." The old principal burst into anger when she saw her fearless look. "Who brought the hotel you lived in, who is the man who sent you back, you are here." Outside the house every day, what invisible things are you doing outside? "
One question after another, sharp and spicy like a knife, the old principal roared this sentence, only to discover that the office outside the door that had forgotten to close the door was full of people, and the student teacher was uproarious.
In the crowd, Wang Han's lips were cocked, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with bad smiles. She specially brought everyone in for this moment, so that Song Ye could become the mud on which everyone stepped on her feet, so that she could see her beautiful face. It reminded her of her dirty heart.
As the scene boiled, Xu Zihang, who had been silent, suddenly yelled, "Fart! No evidence, just use a few broken photos to slander Song Ye like this. Is this what you should be a teacher? If today it is found out that this incident is nothing, how can you compensate Song Ye for losing his reputation? I tell you, I believe Song Ye will not allow anyone to insult her! "
The last sentence dropped, and there was a noise, and everyone shook his eyes.