Yue Tingfeng spread his hands: "Director, I think this is a bit unexplainable. Do you think if I were fighting several people by myself, would my face still be intact? Would my clothes still be so neat? I guess it would be better soon." You were beaten so hard that you fell to the ground and couldn't get up, right?"
The director looked at Yue Tingfeng and nodded. This new transfer student seemed to be quite a weak person. Although he was not short in stature, he was fair and lean. His clothes were clean and tidy, and there were no scars on his face. He looked nothing like him. It looked like he had been beaten.
How could such a big kid stand up to an attack by five or six people on his own
In this case, the student who brought him here must have lied.
The director turned around and glared at the boy: "Come to the teaching office with me."
"Director, director, I didn't lie. He was lying. He was really fighting when I went to find you. Maybe... maybe..." He stammered, then raised his head and glanced at Lu Xiuche. , the meaning couldn’t be more obvious.
Lu Xiuche was happy: "Don't worry about me, I've just arrived here, not even two minutes, I tell you, don't bite randomly. If you want to bite, you should check clearly whether you can bite me or not. Be careful." Instead of biting off the meat, your teeth will break."
Everyone knows the weight of what Lu Xiuche said.
The boy kept saying: "No, no... no... I didn't mean that, no... I'm sorry... "
Lu Xiuche asked: "Then what do you mean?"
Yue Tingfeng said calmly: "Think clearly, lying is nothing, but wrongly accusing someone will offend someone."
If this boy says the wrong thing again, Lu Xiuche probably won't let it go easily.
Yue Tingfeng reminded the boy that whether he could listen or not was up to him.
But fortunately, after hesitating, the boy finally said: "Isn't that right... I'm sorry, director, maybe it was me... I saw it wrong... "
In the end, he still didn't have the courage to go against Lu Xiuche. He couldn't afford the price he had to pay for offending Lu Xiuche.
He couldn't afford even a little bit.
The director's mouth twisted in anger, "Did you see it wrong? You made a mistake and dragged me so far away, but nothing happened. I think you are deliberately trying to trouble me, okay, you wait."
The director turned away angrily, and the boy quickly pointed to him and wanted to explain.
Yue Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Today's matter was finally over. He said to Lu Xiuche, "Class is about to start. Let's go to class first. Thank you just now."
Lu Xiuche raised his chin disdainfully: "Tch, do you think I'm helping you? Don't flatter yourself. Although I still hate you, you are still my young master's deskmate no matter what. Others They probably all think you are the one being protected by this young master. If I don’t speak up and let you be dealt with, from now on, everyone in the teaching office will probably think that I can be bullied casually."
In short, after all, he is his deskmate. Even if he hates it, others don't think so. Therefore, if he helps Yue Tingfeng, it is because of his own face. He cannot let himself lose his status.
Lu Xiuche glanced at Yue Tingfeng: "Also, I never like the people I want to deal with being touched by others in advance."
Yue Tingfeng suddenly remembered that his mother always said that he was a middle schooler and arrogant. He felt that these two words were the most correct to describe Lu Xiuche.