Anshasha only thought it was funny. Her tears couldn't help falling down.

Funny, it's really funny.

There was a bit of darkness in front of her. She was afraid that she would faint if she stayed, but she insisted on her composure: "I won't roll, unless the school expelled me!"

The math teacher angrily slapped and was stopped by two teachers.

"Ouch, Miss Liu, how can you beat the students if you don't set a fixed point?"

"Yes, if you have something to say, calm down..."

The math teacher's eyes stared like a bronze bell: "it's ok if you don't roll. Call your mother and write a review for you! Guarantee! Otherwise, I will not recognize you as a student in this school for one day! "

Anxia Xia endured the tears for a long time and came out with a brush.

Mom

She doesn't have a mother

Who do you want her to go to? Why do some people always know nothing, but they have to poke people's scars

The math teacher was afraid of her, and finally saved some face. Suddenly, the lightning flashed in her brain, vaguely remembering that she saw Anxia's student registration form from her head teacher.

In the column of mother, it's the dead

His fire pressure went down a little, and he changed into an unnatural look: "ah, an Xiaxia..."

An Xiaxia wiped his tears and ran out without returning his head.

The school is still in class. It's quiet on campus. She's crying and walking alone. There's blood on her forehead. She looks very embarrassed.

She didn't want to go back to the classroom. She didn't want the class to see her. She didn't know how to tell Sheng Yize. She just wanted to go home quickly.

Running to the school gate, the security guard stopped her from going out: "without the note, I can't let you out! You have to go to the head teacher and ask for the note! "

All the grievances broke out in this moment. She squatted at the door of the security room, crying heartbroken.

The security guard couldn't bear it: "classmate, are you hurt? Or go to the infirmary first. If you want to go home, let your family pick you up. I can't let you run out alone. I can't bear the responsibility! "

Just then, a black and shiny Rolls Royce stopped at the door, and a man came down from the car in a panic. He couldn't bear to call out: "Xia Xia Is that you? "

Anxia Xia looks up and sees Mr. Song in a black suit, looking at him nervously.

He came straight to himself, squatted down in front of her, and touched her head painfully: "how can you do this? Are you hurt? Did you fight with someone? Does it hurt I'll take you to the hospital! "

When people are injured, they will always become extremely vulnerable. Once again, listening to Mr. Song's concerned words, an Xiaxia hugged him and cried, incoherently speaking out what just happened.

Mr. Song patted her on the back and covered her forehead with a handkerchief.

What teacher did this to an Xiaxia!

He helped Anxia get up and said in a deep voice: "Xiaojin, you should take her to the hospital first. Master Lu, come with me! "

Xiao Jin is his assistant and Master Lu is his driver.

"Yes."

Anxia Xia looked at her pitifully. Her eyes were red like rabbits, and her face was still stained with blood. Mr. Song felt a pain in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it for you!" His gentle assurance.

An Xiaxia nods his head, and looks at him through the window after getting on the bus.

This uncle, it seems, is not the kind of strange millet she thought, but really cares about he