An Qing didn't answer, just turned around and left quietly.
The class teacher looked at the back of the case and kept shaking his head: "It's true that today's students don't know how to be polite at all.
If you admit your mistake to the teacher, even if you are wronged , so what can I do?”
"Hey, how about it?
Did your old class ask you to find your parents?"
When the classmates saw An Qing coming back, they all looked at her, and the original classmate even came closer to her.
"No, I was not asked to find my parents."
An Qing said briefly and said nothing more.
The evening self-study was taught by the class teacher.
When she was talking about the papers, her eyes always glanced at An Qing intentionally or unintentionally, and she even glanced at An Qing a few times.
He asked the question deliberately for the first time and kept looking at An Qing outside the window.
Laoban thought that by taking this opportunity, he could always talk about An Qing.
An Qing, who seemed to be distracted, could always give accurate answers every time she asked him questions.
"Listen carefully to the class, and the students should act like students."
Lao Ban looked at An Qing and took a deep breath.
The breath he was holding in his chest could not come up or go down.
When school was over that night, Laoban deliberately walked a little slower.
When An Qing passed by her, she stopped him: "Feng Anqing, wait a moment."
An Qing looked back at the original teacher, and watched her mouth open and close in the corridor with flickering lights: "Feng Anqing, I know Teacher Song is sometimes strict with you, but she is a teacher.
Her original intention is to teach you well.
Today, after your incident came out, Teacher Song was so embarrassed by you in front of the whole class that she didn't even finish the class.
She cried when she got home.
Now the college entrance examination is coming soon, and all the courses are very tight.
This is also the most critical time for you.
Now that you can't even take the classes taught by Teacher Song, can't you just give in?
Or, in your heart, your self-esteem as a student is so important that you can’t even give the teacher a step down, which makes the whole class unable to attend math class.”
The teacher lectured every day, and at this time, he was even more eloquent and spitting.
An Qing frowned and avoided the spitting, glanced at the class teacher and said: "School is over, I have to go home."
After that, Without waiting for the teacher to speak, he just walked forward on his own.
The head teacher didn't expect that he had been talking for a long time, but An Qing just said this and then stopped.
He was so angry that he shouted at An Qing's back: "If you don't apologize tomorrow, I will find your parents."
If you don’t believe it, there is no reasonable person in your family.”
An Qing did not look back or respond, but went home with only a few scattered subconscious thoughts left by the original owner in his mind.
It was an old community.
Many of the stairs were broken.
The walls were covered with moss-like advertisements and various phone numbers.
An Qing looked around as he walked.
When he reached the fourth floor, he didn't even knock on the door.
The door opened "I came back late today.
Did the teacher come to class again?"
The light coming out of the door met the color of his hair, which was silvery white.
A pair of eyes on his wrinkled face looked at An Qing, filled with concern.
"No, it was the teacher who stopped me alone."
Looking at the old face and the hands that kept rubbing on the apron, a bitter warmth surged in An Qing's heart.
"What's the matter?"
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The old man looked at An Qing with concern, trying to see some clues from her calm expression.
Unfortunately, An Qing was not the original owner.
She was already used to being calm, so she didn't even look at it.
When he came out, he could only stare at An Qing's face. tgt ttrgt: