bookrandom Chapter 404 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 99
Chapter 404 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 99
The principal's office was unusually quiet at this time.
The principal was smoking, his brow furrowed.
The head of the teaching department stood aside, wiping his sweat: "Principal, the police have said that Fu is no longer involved, so let him go back to class."
Teacher Zheng glared at her: "Womanly compassion. A student with such unstable emotions would be a ticking time bomb in our school."
"I don't think we can let him stay at our school any longer, Principal. What do you think?"
The principal didn't speak; he exhaled smoke rings, his gaze fixed on Fu Ci outside.
The dean of students continued, "Teacher Zheng, expelling students is illegal."
Teacher Zheng was a little angry: "I didn't say I would expel him. He did something like this, so he should leave on his own."
The homeroom teacher of Class 19 stood with Fu Ci at the entrance of the principal's office.
The homeroom teacher was also a little nervous.
He was grading exam papers in his office when he was suddenly told that one of his students had gotten into a fight.
He thought it was one of the disobedient students; he never expected it to be Fu Ci.
"Fu Ci, your teacher thinks you acted too impulsively this time. That's your father, you can talk things out," the homeroom teacher advised.
He's not much older than Fu Ci, and his family is still paying for him to attend school.
He often argued with his parents, but it didn't warrant hitting them with iron bars. They were the people who gave him life and raised him; they weren't some heinous criminals.
“You have a younger sister, don’t you? The teacher thinks that your father didn’t actually want to ask your sister for money, but instead wanted to ask a junior high school student for money. That doesn’t make sense at all.”
"The teacher thinks your dad must miss your sister, so he wants to talk to her. You must be thinking about something else."
Fu Ci quietly watched the homeroom teacher in front of him talking non-stop.
His hair is always neatly combed, and he never wears the same clothes twice. The things he uses are obviously brand-name. As a new teacher, can his salary support his monthly expenses?
“Teacher, I understand,” Fu Ci interrupted him.
The homeroom teacher wanted to say something more, but the dean of students came out at that moment.
"Fu Ci, come in."
Fu Ci was no stranger to the principal's office; he had visited the principal once or twice before to discuss the unfair treatment he had received from Teacher Zheng.
But the principal kept giving him the runaround.
"Principal, you should think more about what's best for our students," Teacher Zheng earnestly advised.
"It's one thing for boys, after all, boys at this age are full of energy, but what about girls? If Fu Ci were to do something to them, my heart would break." Teacher Zheng wiped away her tears.
Fu Ci looked at Teacher Zheng, who was pretending to cry, and felt extremely calm.
He should be glad he wasn't at the school gate at noon today.
The principal has already smoked several cigarettes; the office is filled with smoke.
He supported his stomach and shifted to a more comfortable position.
His triangular eyes swept over Fu Ci, then looked at Teacher Zheng.
"I'll handle this. Let's call it a day."
Teacher Zheng was stunned for a moment. Was it over just like that?
But he was still worried.
"So, Principal, what do you mean?"
"You can go out first. I'll think about it some more. I'll have Xiao Qin let you know if there's any news," the principal said calmly.
Teacher Zheng was very anxious; he knew how slow the principal was in handling matters.
If we let him continue thinking like this, what if he suddenly decides that there's no need to fire him?
"Alright, alright, go back to class." The principal waved his hand impatiently.
The head of the teaching department breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew the principal's temperament.
He turned a blind eye to Teacher Zheng's bullying of Fu Ci, and he could do the same with this matter.
Moreover, Fu Ci's grades are so good, and he's not far from taking the college entrance exam. If he does well on the exam, that will be another asset.
The hallway outside the classroom was covered with cardboard and a lot of plastic tape.
"Why is one set of workbooks missing?" The homeroom teacher stood on the podium, frowning.
"Song Xianyin, go and ask why our class is the only one missing."
Just as Song Xianyin was about to ask, the boy behind her suddenly stood up.
"Teacher, I want to go too!"
The homeroom teacher waved her hand: "Go on, go on. If there are any more, you two can just bring them back. The workbooks aren't heavy."
As soon as they left the classroom, the boy immediately clung to Song Xianyin.
"Song Xianyin, I brought the invoice for that box of colored pencils. I'll show it to you after class."
"Is that man your relative? He really has no taste. Even my art teacher said my colored pencils are high-quality."
The boy kept babbling on and on next to Song Xianyin.
The sun was very bright, and Song Xianyin felt it was a bit dazzling, so she tried to move to the shade.
"Song Xianyin, why do you always ignore me? Do you like me, but you're too shy to look at me?"
Song Xianyin laughed in exasperation: "Are you out of your mind?"
The boy grinned and said, "Song Xianyin, Song Xianyin is pretty, but she's still a little less pretty than me."
"But you're scary when you're not smiling; I don't dare go near you."
"Then why do you keep bothering me?"
"Well, because if I want to be friends with you, I can't be too timid."
After the incident, Fu Ci remained very calm. Even when he saw Lao Fu's blood flowing down his forehead, he felt no ripples in his heart.
He never considered himself a good older brother, and when the two girls were born, he never thought about being good to them.
The family was already poor enough, and the expectation of two adults in the family already made him feel annoyed, but it was something he had to do.
Song Xianyin is a very strange person.
She was the least valued person in the family, but she loved to steal. She realized from a young age that he was the one who received the most things in the family, so she would only take things from him.
She saw him as an enemy, feeling that he had stolen her things, and every time she took something from him, she would make a provocative face at him.
Fu Ci didn't care about this, because whatever she took, they would secretly give him back double.
Later, Song Xianyin finally understood this principle. She not only began to hate him, but also began to hate Lao Fu and Song Qin.
She was always soft-hearted towards Song Qin, but she knew that Song Qin would not stand by her side, so when facing Song Qin, she immediately released her aggressiveness like a hedgehog.
Fu Ci originally thought he would continue to observe her coldly, but when he saw her crying and complaining about the unfairness they suffered, cursing everyone as she cried, he felt uneasy for the first time.
This feeling drove him to go to school and pay her tuition, and it also drove him to do things he had never thought he would do before.
She said she didn't want to go home after she started working, and Fu Ci thought about buying a house where she worked. She said she was very happy when she painted, and Fu Ci immediately went to find a teacher, but he didn't know anything about painting and was cheated out of money.
"Song Xianyin, do you have someone you like? What kind of person do you like?" the boy asked somewhat shyly.
Fu Ci stood not far away, coldly watching them. His eyes were icy, and his face was filled with suppressed anger.
Fu Ci always thought that as long as she didn't get married as early as those people, she wouldn't repeat their mistakes.
He knew that many students at the school were in relationships, and that the girls in those relationships would drop out of school to have children soon afterward, even though it was the same at this school.
Fu Ci rarely gets angry, but at this moment his face had completely darkened, and he was so angry that he could hardly breathe.
He thought she was crazy.