100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 972 Su Muzhe

Chapter 972 Su Muzhe

The little girl complained bitterly, and even the director had a headache after hearing it.

If the uncle on the phone isn't easy to talk to, he'll probably cause trouble again when he comes to the school.

Just as I was thinking this, my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

He took it out and glanced at it, his brows furrowing almost into a deep frown.

The principal calling him at this time probably means he already knows about what happened at noon and is here to hold him accountable.

After all, with so many students present, even if it's explicitly forbidden, the news can't be kept completely secret, and if it blows up, it will damage the school's reputation.

After silently rehearsing his answer, he picked up the phone, and even through the phone, a polite and standard smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

But before he could even open his mouth, he was met with a barrage of insults!

I don't know which student uploaded the video to the internet.

"Find this student immediately and make him delete the video!"

"Okay, I'll have someone investigate right now!"

He was clearly angry on the other end and didn't give him a chance to say anything more, hanging up the phone with a "bang".

The director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling extremely annoyed!

However, after kicking the office door in a fit of impotent rage, he still had to calm down and deal with things one by one.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried high heels came from outside the door.

The person who came was Shen Jinhuan's counselor. She was supposed to be on vacation today, attending a parent-teacher meeting for a first-grade student. Her phone was on silent, and as soon as it was over, she turned it on and found out what had happened in her class. Her mind was buzzing, and she rushed to the school without even having time to take her child home first.

"Advisor."

Jin Huan had a good impression of this counselor.

She is gentle and kind in her dealings with people, but when it comes to being firm, she is absolutely unambiguous.

Of course, most importantly, although she teaches eight classes, she can remember the name of every single student.

"Hmm, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" The woman came over to check on you with a worried look on her face.

"I am fine."

"That's good." After saying that, she gently patted the little girl's back and gave her a reassuring look.

He then looked at the head teacher with a tough expression: "I know Shen Jinhuan. She wouldn't hit someone for no reason." The head teacher was already annoyed, and the homeroom teacher's words were so impolite, so his tone unconsciously rose a little: "What's the use of just talking? Where's the evidence!"

"So you're absolutely determined to side with him now, aren't you!"

It's not that she was biased or gullible, but rather that she trusted her own eyes.

Although the young girl is ambitious, she is generally quite straightforward.

Besides, she has no reason to lie about something like this.

Putting myself in their shoes, if I encountered such a disgusting suggestion, I'd probably want to kick the person's tools to pieces on the spot.

"I believe you, but what good is it if you believe me? The police are here, they'll check the surveillance footage and everyone's silent. You can stop them from saying the source of the disturbance was the guy who got beaten up!"

Well, those words amused Jin Huan.

However, the group was soon invited to the principal's office. That beast in human form was applying an ice towel to his face with the school doctor's. When he saw the principal leading Jin Huan in, he pretended to take a few breaths of cold air.

Despite the serious atmosphere in the room, Shen Jinhuan lazily chose to sit on a single sofa.

That manner was more than just arrogant; it was downright disregard for the principal.

The director's head is starting to hurt again!

He gently tugged at the little girl's sleeve and whispered a reminder for her to stand up.

Shen Jinhuan simply wouldn't cooperate.

She was also unhappy; it was already this late and she hadn't had lunch yet.

The principal glared coldly at the director, then looked at Shen Jinhuan: "Where are your parents?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the office door was pushed open from the outside in.