Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

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Teacher Feng calmed down the emotions of the students in the class again, and took the three girls to the corridor for questioning.

The child Liang Feifei has a strong desire to win and loses. He usually has a strong sense of competition with his classmates. Teacher Feng paid special attention to this point.

After asking about what happened, I probably understand what happened.

Teacher Feng told Ding Miao and Li Xiaoran to go back first, leaving alone Liang Feifei with a stubborn neck and an unhappy expression.

"Liang Feifei, whether you spilled the ink on Song Qiaoxi or not, you have to apologize to her. The classmates must be friendly and united. This time the lead singer of "Song of the Seven Sons" is chosen by the classmates and is more suitable. Song Qiaoxi leads the sing. If it is not for this type of song, such as "My Motherland and Me", it is very suitable for you to lead the sing. After listening to it, students may choose you.

This time you are not the lead singer. It does not mean that you can sing well. The teacher thinks that you sing well. There is a singing competition every semester. In the third grade, you also participated in the "Little Campus Singer" competition on behalf of your class. At the third place, Song Qiaoxi took the whole class to make colorful flags for you to cheer for in that competition. The teacher also hopes that you don't have a knot in your heart because of this incident. "

Teacher Feng said to Liang Feifei seriously, looking straight into her eyes.

Liang Feifei's eyes flickered, and her chin, which had been raised high, was slightly lowered, and she bit her lower lip with her teeth without saying a word.

After a while, she looked up at Teacher Feng, with her hands on her chest, her voice buzzed, "Teacher Feng, I didn’t mean it. Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao were fighting in the corridor. I want to hide. I can't avoid it, I haven't said that the two of them hit me..."

"Liang Feifei, your attitude is not good. I'll call Song Qiaoxi out. You should apologize to her. You should have a good attitude. Did you hear that? Also, you just put the ink on the classroom floor, and then go back to the classroom to clean it up with a mop. , You must learn to take responsibility for what you do."

Teacher Feng didn't expect Liang Feifei to be so stubborn, and her tone was more serious.

"Teacher Feng, then I really can't apologize, Song Qiaoxi is not in the classroom..."

Liang Feifei chuckled softly, and went to the classroom, leaning against the wall.

Feng Aihua was irritated by the little girl in front of her. Seeing Liang Feifei's attitude, she knew who was the first to cause her brows. She frowned and said, "You stand, put your hands down, where did Song Qiaoxi go?"

"I don't know. Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin went out hand in hand. Some students said they were heading towards the teacher's office..." Liang Feifei deliberately increased the "hand in hand", put his arm down and squeezed. The mouth said, "Teacher Feng, I heard from my classmates, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are in love?"

From beginning to end, Liang Feifei didn't feel that she had done anything excessive.

I was so angry with Song Qiaoxi, why she can wear a beautiful skirt as a lead singer, why should Chu Jin stand beside her, and ask herself why Song Qiaoxi is a committee member of literature and art...

Until now, Liang Feifei was thinking about not allowing Song Qiaoxi to be the lead singer smoothly.

"Liang Feifei, you can't talk nonsense about things between your classmates. How old is the child? You still fall in love? You go back now, clean up the classroom floor, and apologize to Song Qiaoxi later. Did you hear that?"

Teacher Feng confirmed that Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were indeed missing from the class, and sent Liang Feifei back first.

I was secretly anxious, where did these two kids go?

After math class, we are going to the auditorium...

While thinking about it, Feng Aihua stepped on his small heels and walked quickly towards the office.

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Song Qiaoxi was dragged by Chu Jin, passing by the classroom of Class 4, Class 3, and Class 2 of the fourth grade, and walked straight to the top of the stairs.

During class, the corridors were full of classmates, and classmates from different classes in the same level gave them curious glances.

Song Qiaoxi was confused and embarrassed to be seen again. She turned her head and glanced at the classmate she didn't know, and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the infirmary." Chu Jin took her wrist and stood at the top of the stairs and stopped for a moment. "Go down the stairs and concentrate on your feet."

Looking back, Nuo Tuanzi obediently followed Chu Jin to the second floor, concentrated on going down the stairs, and said suspiciously: "Why are you going to the infirmary, and there is no injury..."

The school’s infirmary is next to the classroom office on the second floor, and the fourth-grade classroom is on the fourth floor.

Chu Jin shook his head and said nothing, pulling her to knock on the door of the infirmary.

"Please come in."

A kind voice from the door.

Chu Jin let go of Song Qiaoxi's wrist, pushed the door in, and stood at the door and said politely: "Hello teacher, we are classmates in Class 5 of Grade 4, can I ask you to borrow some alcohol? Our class is going to take part in singing next class. During the competition, she was the lead singer, and her skirt was splashed with ink by her classmates, and it can be washed clean with alcohol."

The school doctor aunt looked up in surprise, got up and walked over, "Oh, is this just splashing?"

"Well, I just got it on, sorry to disturb you."

Chu Jin pulled Song Qiaoxi to his side and nodded to the school doctor.

"It's okay, it's okay, come, Auntie will help you get it."

The school doctor walked to the sink, waved to Song Qiaoxi, and motioned to this little girl with curly hair and big eyes to come over.

There is a boy in her own family. It is common to be mischievous. He often puts ink on his clothes and looks at the marks on the girl's skirt. If it is just splashed on, it is easy to wash off.

The weather in September is quite hot, just clean up the skirt and it will be dry soon.

Song Qiaoxi climbed onto a high chair, and the school doctor's aunt quickly helped her clean up the stains on the skirt, and Chu Jin stood by to help.

"Little classmates, I know that alcohol can wash off ink at such a young age, so smart." The school doctor aunty smiled and praised Chu Jin. The more I look at the children, the more they like them. They look really good. "Today, you two are conductors and the other is the lead singer. Does it look so good?"

"Auntie, I am the lead singer. He plays the piano. Today we are going to sing "Song of the Seven Sons"."

Song Qiaoxi answered obediently.

Looking at the skirt that was wet, but there was no blue trace, he raised his head and smiled brightly at Chu Jin.

"How did you know that alcohol can wash off the pen water? Wow, that's amazing!" Song Qiaoxi looked at Chu Jin, her eyes full of admiration, "Chu Jin, you are as good as Kudo Shinichi!"