Liang Chen was immediately angry: "What nonsense is this?"
Yu Shu pointed at Jin Xuan: "That's what she said."
Jin Xuan felt guilty: "Even if I told you, you can't hit me, right?"
Yu Shu shrugged: "Why can't I hit someone? You spread rumors, I hit someone, we are the same."
The director of political education was in a lot of trouble: "It's wrong to spread rumors, and it's wrong to beat people. Each of you should write me a letter of apology."
Fang Duo was dissatisfied: "They were the first to beat me, why do we have to write a self-criticism too?"
"Why don't you handle it privately? They sue you for spreading rumors, and you sue them for fighting?"
Fang Duo was unwilling to give in, but she also knew that she would not gain any advantage by doing so.
What’s hateful is this crappy school. Just because it took 20 million from Wen Qiao, it no longer favors her unconditionally. If it were in the past, it would definitely punish Wen Qiao and the others without asking for reasons.
hateful!
"Can everyone write a self-criticism?" The director was also having a headache. He couldn't offend either side, so this was the best way.
Fang Duo gritted her teeth and said, "I understand."
The director asked Wen Qiao again: "Can you write?"
"Okay, let's write."
"Then go ahead and write it. It must not be less than 800 words."
Yu Shu shouted, "What? Eight hundred words? That's too much."
The director slammed the table and said, "Do you think you are buying vegetables at the market? And you are bargaining?"
Wen Qiao pulled everyone out: "We will write it."
In the corridor, Zhuang Yan called Wen Qiao. There was a nail mark on her left cheek. It was caused by someone in the chaos and no one knew who had made it.
"Are you OK?"
Wen Qiao looked nonchalant: "It's okay."
Zhuang Yan pointed at her face and said, "There's a wound here."
Wen Qiao touched it nonchalantly and said, "It's okay. It will be fine in two days."
Wen Qiao was dragged away by Lu Youyou and the others. Zhuang Yan looked at her back. There was a long corridor with ivory-white columns on one side and lush greenery on the other.
After turning a corner, her figure finally disappeared.
Zhuang Yan lowered his head and smiled. At least he could talk to her normally, which was a kind of progress.
She probably just treats him as an ordinary schoolmate.
Alumni, what a cruel word.
Six people from the Minyue Building were lying on the table writing self-criticisms. Only Song Yu was unable to attend the fight because he was left behind by the professor to discuss the next game.
Seeing them all writing self-criticisms, Song Yu even felt a little regretful. "Oh, it would be better if I were here. We should share the good times and the bad times together."
Wen Qiao shook his head. What kind of people are they
Fu Nanli sent her a WeChat message saying that he was waiting for her at the back door.
Wen Qiao took two sheets of A4 paper, left the school and got into his car.
As soon as she sat down, Fu Nanli reached out his hand, pinched her chin, and stared at the scratches on her cheek: "What's going on?"
Wen Qiao: "There were some physical conflicts with classmates."
"A fight?"
Wen Qiao chuckled: "It's not really a fight, just a small conflict."
"Who hit you?"
Wen Qiao gave up struggling: "It's just a small conflict between classmates. I didn't suffer any loss, and they didn't take advantage of me."
"Didn't you suffer any loss?"
How could Master Fu not be worried? In his eyes, Wen Qiao was a little cunning, but definitely relatively weak and well-behaved. He was worried that she would be bullied.
He doesn't know that his well-behaved and pretty girlfriend is actually a socialite who can take on six people at the same time.
Wen Qiao nodded: "I really didn't suffer any loss."
"Remember in the future, use legal weapons to protect yourself, and don't go fighting."
(End of this chapter)