My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet

Chapter 48 Sister Lan is superior! Demerits [2 updates]

  The students in Class 1 all raised their heads in confusion.

Why is the director of moral education, the selfless Prince of Hell, here?

 What big thing did Ye Puanlan commit?

"Turn the tide, could it be during the last class break..." Su Xueqing was a little worried.

"It'll be okay." Ye Banlan handed the flowers to her for safekeeping and stood up, "Here."

“Come to my office.” The director of moral education said in a cold voice and left with a puff of his sleeves.

“Student Ye, let me go with you.” The deputy monitor was also very nervous, “You don’t know, but all students who are invited to the Moral Education Office for tea will be given a demerit.”

Ye turned the tide and did not look back: "Thank you, no, I haven't been to the moral education office yet."

 Deputy monitor: “…”

That’s not a place students want to go at all!

The Moral Education Office is on the first floor of the Academic Affairs Building. You can walk in at night.

　　Ye Turning the Lan must have done something!

Even if she didn't do it, he would just put it all over her head.

Teacher Ding was furious: "You still dare to quibble!"

But at the same time, Sheng Song was very lucky. Fortunately, it was him whom Ye Turning the Waves approached. If he were to bully Sheng Yunyi again, he would be the first to refuse.

The director of moral education called in the monitor of Class 2 (2) of Senior High School to watch the lectures.

“Did you hear that?” The director of moral education turned around and said, “You bullied your classmates when you first came here. Why shouldn’t you learn this?”

“Do you know why I called you here?” The director of moral education glanced up and down, “You have only been in school for a few days? Tell me what you want to do?”

What exactly is going on?

“Director, Teacher Ding, she even hurt my hand.” Sheng Song did not forget to add insult to injury, “I couldn’t hold a pen or pick up anything during the whole class.”

Teacher Ding is the class teacher of Grade 2 (2): "During the break, this new student bullied the students in our class and made a lot of noise, which affected the learning of the students in the class."

"I...I didn't!" Sheng Song was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "She really hurt my hand, and everyone in the class saw it!"

Ye Banlan indeed only used force when kicking the table. She just covered Sheng Song's wrist with her fingers, and they were separated in a moment.

"What else are you asking about?" Sheng Song jumped up, "My hand is hurting to death, dare I say it wasn't you?"

　　While he was talking, he was already sweating profusely in pain. But Sheng Song looked at his hand over and over for a long time, but he didn't find any injuries.

The eyes of the moral education director and Teacher Ding both fell on Sheng Song's hands, but there were no scars or bruises on them.

"Didn't she do anything?" The director of moral education slammed the book on the table with anger, "Teacher Ding, tell me, what did she do?"

The director of moral education's eyes became sharper: "Sheng Song, are you lying on purpose?"

Ye Banlan's eyes met Sheng Song's, and his voice was calm: "I kicked the table, and he fell down on his own. What does it have to do with me?"

Ye Puanlan was very obedient: "I didn't do anything."

Sheng Song, who was furious, suddenly froze for a moment. Why didn't his hand seem to hurt anymore?

 He shook hands in disbelief, picked up the book again, and found that everything was normal.

Ye Puanlan's expression remained unchanged, as calm as before: "What's wrong with your hands?"

"Director, I suspect that he has a mental problem. He always feels like his hand is going to break." Ye Banlan smiled slightly, "Why don't you check it first?"

　　Not to mention using force, not even a small amount of force.

"Director, what I told is the truth, she...or she poisoned me." Sheng Song couldn't argue, "My hand has been really hurting for a long time, and I'm going to have a hand CT scan! "

"That's nonsense. Do you think you're reading martial arts novels? Shut your mouth." The director of moral education endured his anger, "And you, Ye Banlan, I tell you, I will definitely give you a demerit for this matter, you - "

"Director." There was a knock on the door at this moment. It was the assistant to the principal. "The principal has something urgent to ask you. Please go to the principal's office now."

"I'll be right away." The moral education director stood up in a hurry, "You go to class first, and I'll find you in the afternoon."

After Teacher Ding also left, Sheng Song sneered: "Ye Tuanlan, stop pretending. Sister Yunyi is right. You just like to pretend. Do you think someone will sympathize with you if you pretend? Save it, your I can clearly see his true face!”

Ye Puanlan tilted his head and smiled: "Actually, it's not your illusion."

Sheng Song frowned. Before he understood what this sentence meant, his hands suddenly started to hurt again.

What exactly is going on? !

   **

 At noon, after Ye Banglan and Su Xueqing had lunch together, they came to the psychological consultation room as scheduled.

 As soon as she entered the door, she saw a brand new thermos cup.

 At the bottom of the thermos cup, there is still a line of words - Gift from Yan Tingfeng.

Ye Bianlan picked up the thermos cup and looked at it carefully.

 Obviously, Yan Tingfeng's good handwriting, every stroke and every stroke, is the character of a literati.

 There is a fierce and murderous aura between the lines, and the momentum is rushing towards the face.

 It is June now, and the temperature in Jiangcheng has risen to 30 degrees.

Ke Yan Tingfeng was still wearing long sleeves and trousers, a coat, and even a scarf, wrapping her up tightly.

 Could it be said that his body...

Ye Bianlan's eyes moved away from the thermos cup and fell on the man.

It is impossible for Yan Tingfeng not to feel such gaze.

After all, he is the martial arts supreme who is killed on the tip of a knife, and no disturbance can escape his senses. “Miss Ye, what’s wrong?”

 “Isn’t it hot?”

"Hot?" Yan Tingfeng was startled. He stretched out his hand, then gently put his hand on her face with a smile.

 The cold touch was very refreshing in early summer, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

  Such coldness made her suddenly feel familiar.

 It seems…

Ye Banlan narrowed his eyes.

 “My poor health makes Miss Ye laugh.” Yan Tingfeng retracted his hand.

Ye Banlan paused: "No wonder you keep drinking tea to warm yourself up."

“Well, to keep in good health, I will also eat red dates and wolfberry. Miss Ye should also pay attention to her health.” He raised his chin slightly, and the smile in his phoenix eyes deepened, “This cup is very strong and will not be broken easily.”

"Thank you very much." Ye Wanlan rubbed the cup with his hand, "In a few days, I will bring you some Chinese medicinal materials to warm your body."

Yan Tingfeng raised her head and said, "Miss Ye, you're too polite, but it's my body..."

Three hundred years have passed and it still cannot be cured.

Not to mention, Taiyi Palace was destroyed, the last seven parts of Taiyi Acupuncture were lost, and Taiyi Miracle Doctor was directly eliminated.

It is indeed a miracle that he can survive to this day.

Yan Tingfeng turned his head and looked out the window, hiding the dark shadow on his face.

“It’s getting late, Miss Ye, please go back and take a lunch break.”

Ye Banglan returned to the classroom with the cup in hand.

"Turn the tide, we're back." Su Xueqing was slightly startled, "This cup of yours..."

Ye Banglan noticed her gaze and nodded: "A thermos cup for drinking tea."

 Trapped in time for 999 years, she can be considered an "elderly" and it's time to take care of herself.

Su Xueqing swallowed back the words, "It's the same as the custom-made thermos cup made of new materials in Yunjing, and the price is more than 10,000 yuan."

 Perhaps she saw it wrong.

Same thing. Her deskmate is so simple. Why would he use such a high-end cup?

 Only those young men and women in the Beijing circle can use it.

Ye Puan Lan unscrewed the thermos bottle: "Want some?"

The water dispenser was right behind the two of them. Su Xueqing reached for a paper cup and successfully drank some tea.

 She looked at the tea leaves floating on the water and took another sip.

 “This tea…”

Su Xueqing swallowed back the words "It seems to be a newly developed variety, one or two to tens of thousands."

 She fell into silence for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong.

   **

 On the other side, Class 2, Grade 2.

“Brother Song, calm down, she is so arrogant and upright, she will be reported to the whole school early tomorrow morning.” The boy said, “This can be regarded as venting your anger on Sister Yunyi.”

Sheng Song didn't respond. He just frowned and looked at his hand. There were still no wounds, but why did his hand hurt sometimes and not hurt at other times?

"Okay, let's think of a way to deal with her." Sheng Song crossed her legs, "She can't go to the first middle school, and I won't let her stay in the seventh middle school."

"She can't stay here as long as Brother Song wants to." The boy agreed, "Brother Song, but sometimes there's no need for us to take action. Why not let Su Xubai..."

 “Su Xubai?” Sheng Song frowned, “Don’t mess with him.”

“Sheng Song, come to my office.” The director of moral education called him at this time.

The boy was excited: "Brother Song, you must have given Ye Bianlan a demerit. Your bad breath has finally come out."

“Of course, she is too flamboyant. If it were me, I would definitely not let anyone see her.” Sheng Song went to the moral education office in a swaggering manner.

 But he didn’t see Ye Turning the Tide.

 “Director, the night is turning the tide, she—”

“Sheng Song, one demerit.” The moral education director interrupted, “Whether the file will be deleted when you graduate will depend on your performance in the next year.”

Sheng Song's smile disappeared, and he couldn't believe it: "Director, what do you mean? She came to find fault with me, why did I write a demerit instead?"

It is true that the teacher cannot control him, but he also knows the red lines that cannot be touched.

 Leave no evidence, no traces.

 Even if a student sues the teacher, he can easily settle the matter.

 Even the director of moral education has never been able to catch him.

“Why was it you who received the demerit?” The director of moral education grabbed him by the collar and pushed him to the computer. “Come here, take a look for yourself and see what you have done.”

   Thank you all for your support~ I hope there will be more check-ins~

　　　When I wrote about the dead soldiers, I also went back and reviewed the previous QAQ

See you tomorrow~~

 (End of this chapter)