Quan Jingyi probably didn't expect to see her so suddenly. After being stunned for a moment, he turned his face slightly, as if to cover the slap mark on his face.
But soon, Quan Jingyi turned around again, as if he didn't see Li Jianyue, and walked out.
"Quan Jingyi," Li Jianyue stopped him, "Did you not explain clearly? The teacher is not clear about the situation. I can be a witness for you. It's obviously not you who started the trouble first."
Quan Jingyi paused for a moment, then sneered in disdain, but then a faint voice came out, "No need."
Just three words, sounding as nonchalant and lazy as ever, as if he didn't care.
Li Jianyue looked at his overdeveloped back at this age in the first year of high school and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
He turned and walked into the director's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." came the director's voice.
Li Jianyue pushed the door open carefully and walked in. He immediately saw the director, another couple, and a middle-aged man who looked more gentle.
The couple looked very young, and standing in front of them was the male classmate who helped his friend pass the love letter yesterday.
It’s just that the boy’s eyes looked red, and even the pair of glasses couldn’t hide his sadness.
When he saw it was Li Jianyue, he lowered his head and twisted his hands together, looking a little timid.
When his parents saw Li Jianyue, they took a closer look. His father said, "This female classmate looks familiar. I think I've seen her somewhere before." Then he asked Li Jianyue, "What's your father's name?"
Li Jianyue was also accustomed to such scenes, and replied with ease: "Hello uncle, my father is Li Sicheng."
The answer is: My father is Li Sicheng.
Instead of: My father’s name is Li Sicheng.
Although there is only one letter difference between the two, the meanings are completely different.
Hearing this, the elegant middle-aged man also looked over, sized her up calmly, and said, "So you are Mr. Li's daughter. You look a lot like your mother."
Li Jianyue smiled.
The director pushed up his glasses, looked at Li Jianyue, and asked kindly, "Student Li, is there anything you want to talk to the teacher about?"
Li Jianyue was still holding a math book in her hand, and the director said, "Your math teacher's office is next door."
Li Jianyue nodded and said, "I know, Director, but I feel that I need to come and help explain that what happened in the classroom just now was not entirely Quan Jingyi's fault."
When Yang Zihao heard what Li Jianyue said, he seemed to be frightened. He pinched the hem of his school uniform top, looked at Li Jianyue, bit his lower lip and said nothing.
Li Jianyue noticed his gaze and had a rough guess in her mind. She was a little angry and said, "It was actually this classmate who had a conflict with Quan Jingyi first. Then he hit Quan Jingyi, and he didn't fight back, and then..."
"Enough." A young man's voice came from outside.
Li Jianyue turned around and saw a tall figure standing at the door against the light. He held the door of the office with his hand. His face was indifferent. He looked at Li Jianyue and said, "What does it have to do with you? I didn't ask you to meddle in other people's business."
Li Jianyue was stunned. "I'm explaining this to you. You clearly didn't hit anyone. Why..."
Why should I be beaten
But before he could finish his words, he saw Quan Jingyi smiling. He looked unconcerned and said casually, "Some people have wanted to beat me up for a long time. It doesn't matter whether I did anything wrong or not."
(End of this chapter)