As soon as Song Ye finished speaking, the whole class fell silent, silently staring at the girl with her legs crossed and her expression indifferent, thinking that they were hallucinating.
The class teacher also had to take another look at the hugely changed girl in front of her. Without her long hair that covered the sky, she not only looked better, but her temper had also changed. She actually dared to speak in class.
But as a teacher, she had to give an explanation if she wanted to protect her face and job. She almost didn't have to think about it. She just frowned and looked at Song Ye, "No matter what the reason is, the super glue on your desk is It is an indisputable fact. You should go out and punish me right now, and I will punish you after Tang Meiling's hand is healed."
From an adult's perspective, she knows how to be alone.
As for these children, the most they can do is call their parents, which is harmless.
These thoughts may not be visible to other people, but it was Song Ye who was in front of her.
"The teacher punishes the students indiscriminately, isn't he afraid of being known as corrupting teachers' ethics?" Song Ye's face was reflected in the winter sunshine, as if it was filled with air-conditioning, and the words he spoke were even more chilling. .
"What?" The head teacher was stunned. without understanding? Destroy teachers' ethics
Seeing that the volcano was about to erupt, Song Ye remained calm and calm, "I never touched my desk from the time I entered the classroom to the time I sat down. The whole class can testify that I did not get this super glue on it."
Her voice was very bright, and every word echoed in the classroom, and everyone could hear her clearly.
However, when the head teacher glanced over and asked, everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.
"It seems that no one is willing to testify for Song Ye." The head teacher raised his eyebrows, his words seemed to be regretful, but in fact his eyes were a bit gloating, "Song Ye, you should reflect on some of your actions, even if you don't get along with others. Now you are still bullying your classmates and telling lies. If you continue like this, how will you be successful in the future?"
Song Ye sneered in his heart, disapproving of such a high-sounding lesson, and glanced at the students in the classroom. His eyes were calm without a trace of sadness or joy, but they made people feel embarrassed inexplicably.
"Me!" In the complete silence, a figure suddenly stood up, and with the sound of response, the chair was knocked down.
Song Ye raised his eyes and looked over. It was Wang Tiechuan who had been scolded by Tang Meiling just now.
Although Wang Tiechuan's grades were not good, he was tall, a student with a special ability in sports, and the representative of the class's physical education department. He was standing there, his face turned red, "I can prove to Song Ye that Super Glue is not Song Ye It was put on by Zheng Feng in the morning in an attempt to prick Song Ye."
As soon as he finished speaking, another figure stood up. Zheng Feng, a short and fat man, pointed at Wang Tiechuan and yelled, "Little hooligan, you are talking nonsense. I have never done such a thing. You are spitting nonsense!"
When he heard about the little hooligan, Wang Tiechuan also became angry. He rushed over and blocked Zheng Feng in front of the desk. He said in a fierce tone, "Try to yell one more damn thing." Wang Tiechuan's father was a gangster, so he was beaten when he was a child. People are treated as gangsters and subjected to discrimination.
Zheng Feng was so frightened by his appearance that he took a step back and bumped into the desk, "Ah! Teacher, he wants to hit someone."
"Stop!" The class teacher was so angry that her throat was boiling. The first day of school was like this. She really wanted to drive out all these bad students who were ignorant and unskilled.
As soon as Wang Tiechuan raised his hand, his wrist was grabbed. The cold and soft touch made his body stiffen. He turned his head and saw Song Ye standing beside him at some point, "I'll handle it."
The cold words clearly had no force, but they made people feel at ease for no reason. Wan Tiechuan pursed his lips, nodded unconsciously and stepped aside.
Zheng Feng leaned in front of the table, and when she saw Song Ye's face, she felt jealous as if grass had grown in her heart. She couldn't help curling her lips and snorting, "Why, the teacher is here, and you still want to do something to me, ah..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Ye had already reached out and grabbed her arm, pinched the tendons on her arm and crushed it hard, causing her whole body to tremble in pain, and she jumped away screaming.
The moment she dodged, Song Ye reached down into her desk and fished out a bottle of something in the blink of an eye, which was super glue.
"Teacher, can this clear my suspicion?" Song Ye raised his hand and threw the thing in front of the class teacher.
As an ordinary student, super glue is not a necessary product at all. The evidence is conclusive. No matter how dissatisfied the class teacher is, Song Ye has to turn his gun to Zheng Feng. He said with a gloomy face: "Zheng Feng, immediately Go to the office and notify your parents. You don’t need to attend this class.”
"Teacher, I..." Zheng Feng still wanted to speak, but was suddenly glared at by Tang Meiling, and she did not dare to say anything more.
The head teacher called a few boys to move them and their desks together.
Tang Meiling looked at the sarcasm on Song Ye's lips, and became even more sure that she was deliberately irritating herself and making herself look embarrassed. As a pretentious school beauty, she became a joke today. She was taken out with her hands stuck to the table. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even lift her face. Thinking that she had stolen the chicken but lost the rice, she felt even more resentful towards Song Ye.
The lectures in the first period became self-study, and the class was like a swarm of bees, whispering to each other, and the corners of their eyes kept turning to Song Ye in the corner as they spoke.
Whether it was his appearance or his cold aura, Song Ye's performance today was too shocking, leaving a deep impression on these young and budding boys and girls.
Song Ye didn't have a table, so he simply folded his hands around his chest and looked quietly at the sunshine outside the window. The winter light shone on his face, a thin layer of white to almost transparent skin exuding a halo, slender eyelashes, amber Her pupils and even the curve of her chin are so delicate and charming. In a class in such a small county town, her presence seems to really shine.
Suddenly, he noticed a presence approaching him. Song Ye looked away and saw Wang Tiechuan carrying a desk with one hand and a chair beside him with the other. He even took the initiative to push the desk in front of him.
Facing Song Ye's calm gaze, Wang Tiechuan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment for some reason, and laughed, "Thank you for stopping me just now. I will sit with you in the future, and no one will dare to bully you again."
I guess no one can bully me. Song Ye thought in his heart, but there was no rejection on his face, "Well, thank you." This boy obviously knew Song Ye's situation in the class, and just now he came forward to testify, and he was already separated from the group. Such a courageous person Man, she admired it.
Turning over the textbook in his hand and looking at the familiar words, Song Ye felt a rare sense of calmness and warmth in his heart.