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As a result, I didn't see the principal but was stopped by the vice principal.

The vice principal asked: "Teacher Zhang, what's the problem?"

The head teacher told me what happened just now.

The vice-principal looked at the stubborn look on his face. Ye Chunfeng was confident and confident. Compared with them, Wang Meixue looked miserable.

Ye Chunfeng retorted: "Vice principal, what the head teacher said is wrong. It was Wang Meixue who tripped and fell on Rong Yan yesterday, causing her knees to be bruised and bleeding a lot. Today, the teacher knew it clearly, but she didn't want to fool her. Treat Wang Meixue a little.

There was no punishment, so Wang Meixue was naturally confident. She provoked Rong Yan a second time, and Rong Yan took action... Later, the teacher went even further and threatened Rong Yan..."

Ye Chunfeng vividly repeated everything the class teacher said word for word.

The head teacher's expression looked like he had been constipated for many days, and he looked at Ye Chunfeng bitterly.

The vice principal looked at the head teacher reproachfully, "What's going on?"

Rong Yan took a step forward: "Report to the vice principal, we feel that Teacher Zhang has no teacher ethics and cannot educate us better, so we request to transfer to another class."

Vice-Chancellor:"……"

The head teacher's eyes were splitting, and when he got angry, he started to speak indiscriminately: "I have no teacher's ethics? You two are the scum among the students. A rat's droppings spoil a pot of soup. When you didn't transfer here, the class teacher

There's nothing wrong with me, but something happened immediately as soon as you came here, and you're still talking about my problems?"

The vice-principal's eyelids twitched: "Teacher Zhang, are you the one who talks like that?"

The head teacher also felt that she had said too much. She could say these words in her heart, but she could not say them in front of the vice principal. Her eyes were red and she said: "I'm sorry, I'm too angry. You don't know these two things."

A student was so angry that he didn't take school rules into consideration at all. I really had no choice but to take them to see the principal."

The vice-principal said displeased: "The principal is busy. Don't just take care of the little things. If you have to ask the principal for everything, what else do you, the head teacher, do?"

The head teacher moved his lips a few times, "I...get it..."

Rong Yan snorted and raised her chin: "I want to see the principal. When my brother and I came here yesterday, the principal said that you can come to him if you have anything to do in the future. If you are not happy in class three, you can change classes at any time."

The vice-principal was surprised. The principal, who has always had difficulty speaking, actually said this to a child? Is this... is it true?

The vice principal looked complicated and asked: "Who is your brother?"

Her face was clear and her speech was clear, and she said word by word: "Liancheng is elegant."

As soon as the name was announced, the faces of the vice principal and head teacher changed color.

The head teacher didn't even have time to cry. She thought of the beautiful boy who sent Rong Yan into the classroom yesterday, and her heart skipped a beat. No wonder the principal had told her to take good care of Rong Yan. Her feelings were because of the great God.

She secretly glanced at her face and didn't care to cry. She felt so regretful that she wanted to die.

Why didn't you ask the principal yesterday who that boy was? If she had known earlier, if she had known earlier... why would she not have done this? It's because of her appearance. Why didn't she tell her earlier? She must have done it on purpose.

Now she is asked to apologize to her students, but she can't do it.

The vice-principal's attitude towards Rong Yan changed significantly, "In that case, I won't stop you if you want to see the principal. You can go in."

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