Qin Ye's little ancestor is a real boss

Lu Rongrong's expression froze.

She actually forgot that there was surveillance in the class.

After all, no one has checked those monitors since they were activated.

If the dean of students and the head teacher knew that she was the one who started the provocation, wouldn't it be meaningless if she complained?

Lu Rongrong grabbed Mrs. Lu's arm and shouted, "Mom, my hand hurts so much. It must be broken. It hurts me so much!"

Mrs. Lu's aggressive expression changed and she quickly said: "Rongrong, let's go to the hospital first!"

When Nan Yan saw that Lu Rongrong wanted to escape from the battlefield, there was no way she could get what she wanted.

"Lu Rongrong, your hand is fine. It's not red or swollen. Does it really hurt?"

The dean and head teacher also looked at her covering hands.

There was no redness, swelling or deformation at all, and no trace of injury on the hand at all.

But she kept crying out in pain. Nor could they say she was faking it.

"It hurts...of course it hurts..." Lu Rongrong pretended to be in pain and squeezed out a few tears from her eyes.

Mrs. Lu comforted her distressedly.

Nan Yan said with a smile but not a smile: "Since you have been sitting here for so long and nothing happened, then you won't waste a minute or two.

Don't worry, I'll check the monitoring and it'll be quick. "

She looked at the head teacher again and asked: "Head teacher, is this okay?"

"Well, go check it out."

The head teacher also wanted to get to the bottom of the matter.

Although he didn't want to see Nan Yan, campus bullying was a serious matter in aristocratic schools and he had to take it seriously.

Lu Rongrong gritted her teeth and looked at Nan Yan resentfully.

She said that she couldn't insist on leaving.

Otherwise, it would be as if she had a guilty conscience.

However, she was the one who injured her hand, and her hand still hurts!

Thinking of this, Lu Rongrong felt guilty.

No matter what, it was a fact that Nan Yan hit her.

Nan Yan sat next to the homeroom teacher's computer, typing quickly on the keyboard with both hands.

The speed of the moving clouds was as fast as water, almost reaching the level of phantom.

The dean looked at her in front of the computer with a solemn expression.

"Okay, head teacher, dean of students, and Mrs. Lu, please look at the monitor for the truth of the matter."

Nanyan brought up the surveillance camera, then turned the screen to them and played the captured video to them.

The video begins when the students in the class gather around her desk after class.

Lu Rongrong suddenly rushed over and raised her hand to hit Nan Yan.

Then Nan Yan pinched his hand and screamed in pain.

The small movements Nan Yan made on her wrist could not be shown on the surveillance camera.

All they saw was Nan Yan pinching Lu Rongrong's wrist, Lu Rongrong screamed, and then she yelled again, and Nan Yan let go of her hand.

"Seeing this, it's obvious who the perpetrator is."

Nan Yan held her chin with her hands and smiled miserably.

Lu Rongrong gritted her teeth and said angrily: "But I didn't hit you, and you broke my hand!"

"I have grown so big that even my family members are not willing to hit me. How dare you, a country bumpkin, hit me!"

After the truth of the matter was revealed, Lu Rongrong not only did not know how to repent, but became even more arrogant.

This scene made the dean and head teacher look ugly together.

The head teacher glanced at Nan Yan, who was sitting at the computer desk, feeling a little headache, "Mrs. Lu, what do you think we should do?"

"My daughter is right. Even if my daughter wants to hit her, she should not fight back. What is my daughter's identity? What is her identity?"

Mrs. Lu is unreasonable and completely partial to her daughter.

This posture did not surprise the dean and class teacher.

The dean coughed dryly and reminded: "Mrs. Lu, the fact is that your daughter hit someone first, and Nan Yan was just acting in self-defense."

He advised: "Since there is nothing wrong with your daughter's hand, forget it."

"Why forget it!" Mrs. Lu became aggressive, "She must apologize to my daughter today, otherwise this matter will never end!"

"You should tell the police about this." Nan Yan shook his phone. The page on it was the phone number to the Public Security Bureau.

"You, you called the police?" Mrs. Lu's eyes widened, her expression as ugly as if she had eaten a fly.

"Since you can't solve this matter, let the police uncle come and give me justice."

"Also, Lu Rongrong."

Nan Yan walked up to Lu Rongrong, raised an eyebrow at her and smiled, then suddenly reached out and hit her in the face.

Lu Rongrong screamed in fright and raised her hand to block it.

While blocking, he also waved his hands randomly.

"The claws are swung so neatly, but they don't look injured at all."

Lu Rongrong stiffened and put down her hand to take a look.

Nan Yan had already withdrawn his hand and looked at her as if she were watching a show.

The dean and head teacher also saw her flexible wrists, and their expressions also darkened.

"Lu Rongrong, are you pretending to be injured and deliberately framed An Nanyan?"

"No... it's her... My hand was in unbearable pain and I couldn't move at all. I really didn't lie! Mom, I really didn't lie!"

Unfortunately, seeing her reaction like this, everyone concluded that she was faking her injury.

No one believed that her hand was really injured before.

"Since it's all a misunderstanding, let's forget it. This trivial matter is not worth alerting the police." Mrs. Lu changed her attitude and looked at Nan Yan with a pleasant look, "Classmate An, what do you think?"

Nan Yan gave a cold smile and said with deep eyes, "Why just let it go? Mrs. Lu said before that bullying on campus will be treated as expulsion from school."

"I'm not the only one who heard this, is it the dean of studies, the head teacher?"

Mrs. Lu had a fierce look in her eyes.

This little bitch is so ungrateful!

She took the initiative to say nice things to her, but she dared to be so aggressive.

The head teacher said in embarrassment: "Nan Yan, this matter is not that serious, otherwise, I will let Lu Rongrong apologize to you, and let this matter pass?"

The Lu family is a wealthy family in Jincheng, and it is not a good thing to offend Mrs. Lu.

"I won't apologize! It was obviously she who beat me, why should I apologize!" Lu Rongrong was furious, "An Nan Yan, don't think that you can make the An family pay attention to you just because you look good."

"No matter how you change, you can't compare to An Muyao. She is the real eldest lady of the An family, and you are not even worthy of carrying her shoes."

After Lu Rongrong roared, she turned around and ran out.

Mrs. Lu glared at Nan Yan fiercely and chased after her quickly.

The head teacher couldn't help shaking his head, "Nan Yan, is it worth offending the Lu family just to fight for your dignity?"

"You're not injured anyway, and Mrs. Lu has given you a way out. It would be better to just let it go, but you made it bigger."

"Head teacher."

Nan Yan called him lightly.

"Before, I was bullied by everyone because I didn't fight for it. From now on, no one can bully me any more."

"This matter is not over yet. I called the police. The police will come in a while. Please help the dean and the head teacher to receive them."

Nan Yan looked at the stunned expressions of the two people and waved her hand nonchalantly, "If there is nothing else, I will go back to the classroom first."