The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"If your father is dead, what about your mother? Is your mother dead, too? If not, tell her to come to me tomorrow! Otherwise, you don't have to come anymore!"

At the mention of her mother, the girl's expression changed from insouciant to malicious.

"Teacher..."

She smiled and stepped out of the window, staring at the teacher, ready to go into the classroom.

The joints creaked a little, Xia Ling moved her wrist, ready to put the girl who had been in prison to play to the extreme.

How about hitting the teacher once? Would she be expelled?

"What do you want to do?" That snake-like gaze made teacher Li's back shiver. "Su Xia!"

"Why do you have to call my name so loudly? Is it because my name is too nice to hear? Teacher."

After bypassing Tang Mohan, the girl came to the classroom door.

She smiled at the teacher.

As a teacher, she could act behind her back and even insult her classmate's mother, so...

As a student, why should she respect this teacher?

"Su Xia, what are you doing! Stand back in the corridor!" She shouted and scolded, but none of this was of any use.

Xia Ling smiled and continued forward.

Beside the door, the wrist of her right hand was suddenly clenched by the person beside her.

Tang Mohan's fingers were slightly calloused and warm. Holding her wrist like this was like a shackle that stopped her.

An indifferent voice sounded beside her.

"Su Xia! If you want to go crazy, go back and do it. Teacher just said the wrong thing. What do you want to do? Weren't you the one who started this?"

Xia Ling paused and her eyes moved.

"Tang Mohan." She curled her lips and pushed his hand away. "Why do you think so much of me?"

"Teacher, you flipped your book. I came over just to remind you. What are you thinking about? Hitting teacher? How could I dare to do such an arrogant thing?"

Xia Ling smiled and spoke in a serious tone.

Her fair hand reached out to help the pale-faced teacher Li. She took the textbook from her hand, put it straight, and stuffed it back into her hand.

The sudden rise of hostility was probably because mother Su was Su Xia's reverse scale.

Xia Ling looked undisciplined, but in fact, she did not allow others to humiliate her!

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Don't tell me you're like Tang Mohan, thinking that I'm going to hit you?"

"You're really wronging me!"

"Aren't you going to call the parents? It's fine. I'll contact my mother after school. When the time comes, just let her contact the teacher."

...

Her pale lips trembled. The back of teacher Li's floral dress was already drenched in sweat.

When the young girl said that she would ask her mother to look for her...

Shocked by the scene just now, teacher Li automatically imagined that it was a tall and strong woman with a tough build. She had a tattoo on her body, which was why she had raised a young girl like Su Xia.

In such a scene, who was the one looking for trouble?

Teacher Li only recovered after a long while

"Forget it, isn't it just being late? Standing for a while is enough."

"Tang Mohan! Su Xia! The two of you, come in! Before school ends, I'll punish you to copy lesson 19 ten times. You can only leave after you check it for me!"

...

This kind of punishment was dispensable. He directly let Tang Mohan and Xia Ling go back.

Tang Mohan returned to his seat. This afternoon, he had given his teacher a rare favor.

He took out his phone from his pocket and placed it on the table openly. He used a book to cover it up as a favor to his teacher.

Xia Ling flipped through her Chinese textbook.