In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
In the classroom, the seat that originally belonged to Luo Bin has also become someone else's seat.
Occasionally, when Qin Lang looked at the seats in front of the classroom, his mind would be distracted for a moment, because he seemed to feel that Luo Bin's back was still there.
Yi Ren has gone, originally Qin Lang should choose to forget, but for some reason, because of Luo Bin's departure, those memories from the past became more and more clear, and the wonderful feelings became more and more intense.
Only after losing, can we know how to cherish.
Maybe there is some truth to this sentence.
Jiang Xueqing would appear in front of Qin Lang from time to time, and Qin Lang could also feel the care from her, but now Qin Lang didn't have the heart to accept another relationship, even if this relationship seemed to be at his fingertips. However, Zhao Kan reminded Qin Lang that someone around Jiang Xueqing was chasing her closely, so Qin Lang should not miss the opportunity, but Qin Lang didn't take it seriously.
"Qin Lang, please go to the principal's office."
Before class started, Sun Bo came to Qin Lang's seat, worried that Qin Lang would be against him again, so Sun Bo used the word "please". If Qin Lang didn't go, Sun Bo would be reprimanded by the principal.
"Okay, I'll go." Since Sun Bo was so polite, Qin Lang didn't intend to confront him, that's what the so-called "don't hit people with smiling faces".
For the students of No. 7 Middle School, many of them have stayed in No. 7 Middle School for several years, but they have never had the opportunity to step into the principal's office. Because even if it is such a major event as expulsion of a student, the principal does not need to personally handle it.
The principal's office is on the fifth floor of the classroom office building, the most central office. The fifth floor is the top floor of this office building. Since ancient times, there has been a saying in China that "the ninth and fifth floors are the highest", so the position of the ninth and fifth floors is of course the most noble position, and the rooms in the middle naturally belong to the leaders. up. Of course, these are just unwritten rules. If someone goes to interview something, the official will definitely not admit it.
The principal's office is very grand. There are many photos representing the glorious history of No. 7 Middle School in the corridor. There is also a photo that was posted just now. It is a photo of Luo Bin. In the photo, she is very beautiful and very lonely. There is a strong sense of distance, and the words "Harvard girl Luo Bin" are written under the photo.
After pausing for a moment, Qin Lang knocked on the door of the principal's office.
The principal of the No. 7 Middle School, named Wang Zhixiu, is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She wears glasses and looks very intellectual and elegant.
However, Qin Lang's attention was not on the principal, but on the woman sitting on the sofa in the principal's office. This woman is very noble, and she is three points similar to Luo Bin. Qin Lang recognizes this woman, she is Luo Bin's mother.
"You are Qin Lang's classmate." Wang Zhixiu said to Qin Lang with a pleasant face, "This is my superior, Director Song of the Provincial Department of Education."
"Principal Wang, I am not here to guide the work today. If it is convenient, please let me say a few words to this classmate alone." Luo Bin's mother Song Wenru said lightly, but her tone could not be refused.
Wang Zhixiu nodded, walked out of the office, and closed the door behind her.
Song Wenru stood up, came to Qin Lang, and said lightly: "Are you Qin Lang?"
Qin Lang nodded.
Song Wenru suddenly raised his slap, and slapped Qin Lang fiercely, such a slap at such a close distance and without warning, it is logically difficult to avoid it, but Qin Lang easily avoided it by leaning back, and Both feet didn't move half a minute!
This is the advantage of a stable pile.
Song Wenru didn't expect Qin Lang to avoid it, and slapped him with a backhand, but Qin Lang still avoided it easily.
"Director Song, I am no longer the kindergarten kid more than ten years ago. Not everyone can slap me." Qin Lang reached out and grabbed Song Wenru's wrist like iron clamps, immobilizing him.
However, thinking that this woman is Luo Bin's mother, Qin Lang threw away her wrist.
"You...you...could it be that kid from more than ten years ago?" Song Wenru suddenly remembered something, thinking it's no wonder this kid's face made him so annoying. More than ten years ago, when her daughter was in kindergarten, she saw a little boy who dared to kiss her daughter on the mouth, which made Song Wenru rush into the kindergarten to slap the little boy, and then took her daughter away from the kindergarten up.
Song Wenru didn't expect that this kid would appear in front of Luo Bin again more than ten years later, and it was at the critical moment when Luo Bin was going to study at Harvard University. What a shame!
"That's right, I'm that kid." Qin Lang said calmly, "Ten years ago, you slapped me because I was still young; but it's different now, no one can slap me now Slapped!"
"Really?" Song Wenru said disdainfully, "I just need to say one word, and you will never want to study in No. 7 Middle School! Even, you will never want to study in Pingchuan Province!"
"Director Song is really a great authority." Qin Lang didn't move at all, "However, Director Song, you are so busy, you came here to find me today, wouldn't it be to slap me in the face?"
"Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense with you either." Song Wenru said coldly, "Did you send Xiaobing a bouquet of flowers to our house three days ago?"
"Flowers?" Qin Lang couldn't help frowning, "I didn't send her any flowers!"
"You're still quibbling!" Song Wenru said angrily, took out a card from the wallet, and threw it at Qin Lang's face.
As soon as Qin Lang stretched out his hand, the card was locked between his two fingers. There were indeed three words "gifted by Qin Lang" on this card, but judging from the handwriting, it was not Qin Lang's own at all, because Qin Lang was also picked up by the old man anyway. Poison forces those who have practiced calligraphy, especially their signatures to be so flamboyant, they will never write so badly.
"No more words?" Song Wenru snorted coldly.
"I didn't write this, and I didn't send the flowers." Qin Lang said calmly, "Believe it or not!"
"You—forget it, I didn't want to trouble you for such a small matter. However, because of the flowers you sent, Xiaobing was in a bad mood. She suddenly fell ill in the past two days and was already admitted to the hospital—"
"What! Luo Bin is sick!" Qin Lang said in shock, "Which hospital does she live in? I'm going to see her!"
"There's no need for that!" Song Wenru said coldly, "What you have to do now is to cut off all contact with her, whether it's the phone, the Internet or the mobile phone. I don't want you to become a stumbling block in her future and delay her studies. And Qiancheng! If you didn't send flowers and affect her mood, how could she be sick!"
"You... Please let me meet her. I know medicine and I can cure her illness. You believe me." Qin Lang lowered his posture, for Luo Bin, he could swallow his anger.
"No need!" Song Wenru said categorically, "My daughter will receive the best treatment! You don't want to get close to him! I came here today because I don't want you to affect my daughter's emotions in any way and affect her receiving treatment. Because in my opinion, a scum like you is a virus in itself! This kind of childish puppy love is simply the bane... In short, I will not let you get close to my daughter!"
After speaking, Song Wenru turned and left.