Before she could finish speaking, Liu's mother's sharp voice sounded, she hugged her son fiercely, "Just because my son has good grades, so you bastards can't stand him beating him? You want to be a jerk?" I don't care about the trash waiting to die! But why do you want to bully others? Do you really think my Liu family is vegetarian?!"
Because she felt sorry for her son, what she said was completely out of her mind.
As soon as the words fell, even Deng's father, whose son was also beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, didn't help.
Shen Xun pressed his cheeks with the tip of his tongue, and the hostility of his smile spread, "Auntie, Shi can be eaten indiscriminately, but you can't speak indiscriminately, do you understand? Who is the trash talking about? Hmm?"
He picked out his ears, the bloodshot eyes made him look sinister and vicious.
"Oh you—you dare to stare at me after hitting someone?" Liu's mother was caught off guard, and was startled by this look, chills came up from the soles of her feet, she pointed at Shen Xun, "I said you are trash, what's wrong? Isn't it? Every year at the end of the crane, at the end of the whole grade! Is there something wrong with what I said?"
"Oh, that's fine."
Tang Xinrou smiled a bit coldly, and she applauded with a smile that wasn't a smile, "You are very courageous, auntie, just like your son, we don't want to sweep the floor for the third class. Look, how old do you still want to breastfeed? Otherwise, why have you been drilling into your mother's arms?"
"You—you little girl, you speak too badly! Are you educated?!"
"I don't need to worry about my children's upbringing. Your upbringing is worrying. If you have any secrets about money, you can tell them. I don't mind enrolling you in an adult school to learn etiquette. Well, just As a charity—"
"Auntie!!" Tang Xinrou's eyes lit up.
The weather was cold, and the woman walked slowly from the stairwell, her steps swaying, looking forward to love.
She wore a pure white mink coat over her shoulders, and the tight dress outlined her curvy figure. She stepped on a seven-centimeter stiletto heel, and her legs were staggered, as if walking on a catwalk, with a full aura.
Mother Liu was speechless.
Song Yaoyao stood behind Tang Xinrou, and she looked at the students in class three. When Liu's mother called them trash, they lowered their heads in embarrassment and were depressed.
As a student, how could you not care about grades
It's just that some of them have limited talents, and when some want to work hard, they find that there is nowhere to start.
It's like a dead end, an infinite loop, coupled with parents' laissez-faire, and teachers' indifference. In the end, all that is left is to indulge in pleasure and live in playfulness.
In fact, they also want to be outstanding and want to be the pride of their parents!
But any parent would be angry when they heard that their child was humiliated like this.
Even Wang Mingjiang frowned, feeling that Liu's mother was indeed a little over.
"What do you mean? Liu Chunhua? An upstart, what are you so arrogant about? What's wrong with my son's poor grades? My family has a lot of money! Even if he uses the money to burn it every day, then our family can still burn it! Why do you Say my son is a waste?"
"Well said! Your son is excellent, but I would like to ask, where does your son rank in the whole grade?"
"If it's not the first in the whole grade, what right do you have to laugh at my child?"
"Just focus on this! I'm sorry, I still think they fought well today! We will pay if you get into the hospital, and we will accompany you to the end if you want to file a lawsuit!"
"I agree!"