"Principal, you must punish Ye Lingwei and Fei Lan of Class 1. Our No. 3 Middle School has never produced students who dare to attack teachers!" As an excellent teacher in the school, Zhang Xian is targeting not only students, but also teachers, if the teacher has poor teaching ability, it is the original sin.

This is also the reason why Zhang Xian and Li Lan can almost walk sideways in school. The classes they brought out have the best grades and the highest admission rate, so they have the confidence to make requests to the principal, even if these requirements are not reasonable in the principal's opinion.

The principal touched the bald head, "Hey, Teacher Zhang, we teachers, can't be too strict with the students. Hey, are you right? Besides, for the sake of their contributions to the school, you just turn a blind eye, just think they are ignorant, you are an adult, what are you concerned about with children?"

The principal no longer wants to experience Ye Cen's cold eyes. In the past, Zhang Xian turned a blind eye to Ye Lingwei. Besides, Ye Lingwei did drag their No. 3 Middle School back. Although Teacher Zhang's behavior sometimes is indeed a bit extreme, the starting point is good.

Zhang Xian was unbelievable, "Teacher, what you taught me is to speak with the students' grades..."

The principal was once her class teacher. The principal was so strict and harsh at the time. Why can't he do it now?

The principal, who was no longer as proud as before, smiled embarrassedly and explained, "At that time, I was not the principal, I was just a class teacher. Just like you now, I only have the grades of my students in my eyes, because at that time, the principal was dealing with everything else."

Zhang Xian seemed to understand a little, and understood why the principal began to give in, and did not say a word of punishment for Li Lan, without a single refutation, and acquiesced to Teacher Li to rest at home with paid time.

Because his identity has changed, his responsibilities have also changed.

He is responsible for all the students of No. 3 Middle School, so he dare not take the risk even if it is only one thousandth of a risk.

Zhang Xian opened her mouth and failed to make a sound. She cleared her throat and said, "Then let it go?"

The principal took a sip of his baby tea and glanced at her, "Otherwise? Just take care of your own class. Don't interfere in other people's class affairs."

"Besides... the principal paused, "I think these two students are not as unbearable as you said."

Zhang Xian couldn't believe it, "Teacher, why did you say that?"

"It seems that you are really old, teacher." Zhang Xian dropped this sentence and slammed the door angrily, regardless of her teacher sitting on the sofa behind her, looking surprised.

"Look, do she still treat me as her teacher?" The principal rolled his eyes in anger, put the teacup in his hand heavily on the tea table, and his chest felt stuffy.

When he was young, he was like Zhang Xian. Later, he became the principal. He saw too many students who had poor grades but could still make his own fortune when he came out. He realized that grades were actually not the thing that determines everything. He just gave you more opportunities to choose in the future.

But he understood this truth, but the students he valued the most had not figured it out yet.

Zhang Xian is younger than Li Lan, in her thirties, and she is in her key kindergarten, key elementary school, key junior high school, key high school, key university, and graduated from school. Her life and grades represent everything. This is what her most beloved teacher taught her. All her previous careers have always believed in this.

But the teacher who taught her now told her that this was wrong.

How could it be wrong?

"Here comes out!" Gao Linhao was originally lying on the windowsill and saw Zhang Xian coming out of the independent office building with a confused look on his face. He returned to his seat and sat down happily, "She has absolutely failed to complain. I have experience. Success is not the expression. Success is the time to come up now."

Ye Lingwei finished the test paper and put on a pen cap, "Are you very experienced?"

Gao Linhao lifted his hair, raised his head, and was very proud, "That's not the case. There are not ten teachers who sued me, but eight. Every time I complained, I was very happy, and then I was in trouble."

Ye Lingwei looked at him for a while and couldn't help laughing.

After Gao Linhao finished talking to Ye Lingwei, he leaned against Fei Lan's shoulder and asked, "Brother Lan, will you take the exam more this time? Can Zhang Xian still laugh? "

Ye Lingwei's attention was also attracted by this question, and he also wanted to know what Fei Lan would do.

Fei Lan was playing with his phone, but he didn't raise his head, "No."

"What can't be done?" Gao Linhao didn't react for a moment.

"The question is too difficult," Fei Lan sighed pretendingly, "I don't know."

Ye Lingwei, “…”

Gao Linhao was completely stunned. After digesting the meaning of Fei Lan's words, he grabbed his hair and whined, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Brother Lan, you are not so cruel, right? I can definitely see your name turning into gold-toned color, right?"

Fei Lan did not answer.

Gao Linhao looked at Ye Lingwei, "Ye Lingwei, can you be right?"

"I..." Ye Lingwei blinked and was at a loss, "I'll try it."

"Try it? What to try? Your names should be golden-toned. Let's see how proud that woman is!" Gao Linhao was so angry that he was so angry.

"What about you?" Fei Lan looked at Gao Linhao meaningfully.

"Me? Why am I?" Gao Linhao was puzzled for a moment, and found that Fei Lan and Ye Lingwei were looking at him, so he realized that he suddenly changed from a fighter jet to a civilian aircraft. He waved his hand embarrassedly, "I'll forget it, thank God for the eighteen generations of ancestors if I can turn red."

He was already so slim anyway, he didn't care.

Compared to himself, he was more worried that Fei Lan and Ye Lingwei were looked down upon by teachers like Zhang Xian, which made him feel very frustrated.

"Young Master..."

Fei Lan nodded to the driver and got in the car. The low-key business car turned around at the school gate and flocked into the ocean of road cars.

The man sitting in the back seat closed his eyes. After Fei Lan got in the car for a while, he slowly opened his eyes. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Fei Lan looking out the window expressionlessly, as if there was nothing beside him.

"You've gotten into the hands of the teacher at school?"

Fei Lan looked at Fei Qiang and laughed, "Do you understand?"

Fei Qiang had no reaction, and it was obviously not the case that he was going to ask now.

"You have a good relationship with Ye San?" Fei Qiang smiled faintly, "So protect that child?"

When Fei Qiang heard Ye Lingwei mention, Fei Lan frowned, but said nothing. When he was a child, Fei Qiang was good to the children of the Ye family. Now, asking this question is within the normal range of the elders caring for the younger generation.

"He is my friend," said Fei Lan, "he called my brother."

So Fei Lan naturally assigned Ye Lingwei to his territory, but had no inappropriate thoughts, even such a beautiful boy.

"Don't he hate you?"

Fei Lan looked out the window and said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Fei Qiang's expression was not clear, he could not tell whether he was unhappy. He tapped his fingers on his knees, "You can't protect him."

"Or, you are not qualified." Fei Qiang's tone was mechanical and cold. It was not the tone of talking to his son at all. Instead, it seemed like he was accurately describing it with his subordinates. He should be the partner.

Fei Qiang cruelly tore Fei Lan open now, bleeding. He looked at the boy's face indifferently, but he still revealed the facts directly.

"Fei Lan, wait and see. Ye San will meet someone who can completely protect him," Fei Qiang said slowly, "You are just a temporary stop."

A young man who is beautiful like a god sitting on the flower bed will encounter more and more dangers and challenges in the future. His arrogance and arrogantness have been revealed on his face, and he will provoke more and more people.

And his son is just a city wall that can be captured at all.

Fei Lan's fingers were clenched on his knees. After a long time, he slowly let go, looked at Fei Qiang, smiled, and said, "You may not know Ye San very much. He is not as fragile as you imagined."

Fei Qiang raised his hand, "Who cares if he is fragile or not?"

"The point is, do you think he is fragile?" Fei Qiang spread his hands, "Of course, this is up to you, just a reminder."

If Fei Lan is not successful, he doesn't mind taking Ye San over to raise him in his name.

Fei Lan returned home, ignored the aunt's hand that reached out to help him pick up his schoolbag, and went straight up the stairs and entered his room.

The aunt looked upstairs in confusion, Fei Qiang then came in, gently put his coat on the aunt's hand, and smiled, "Rebellious period, please understand."

“…”

Fei Lan's room is a living room with its own living room and bathroom. There is a small vacant next to the living room. There is a photo of a beautiful woman on the white cabinet. Looking closely, the eyebrows and eyes are still somewhat similar to Fei Lan. There are fresh white chrysanthemums on both sides of the photo frame. The fragrance changes every day, and white smoke rises.

The boy knelt in front of the photo and kowtowed three times without saying a word.

Fei Lan didn't look at Aishu who was smiling in the photo. He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped, and the shadow extended from the corner of his eyes to his temples, like a dark cloud.

"Ms. Ai, I seem to have someone I want to protect," Fei Lan whispered, "but I don't seem to be able to do this now..."

Fei Lan chuckled softly and said slowly, "He is so beautiful that he will have a lot of trouble. He has a bad temper. He causes trouble every few days. He calls me brother, and I can't ignore him."

The faint fragrance of chrysanthemums in the room was floating everywhere, and the curtains were swaying quietly. After a long time, the boy's hoarse voice suddenly rang in the dim room.

"I want to care about him."
Chapter completed!