"Good morning!" Wang Xiaoming walked into the classroom yawning, looking at the nervous expression of his deskmate Han Meimei, greeting him in a voice. Now a week has passed since the teacher notified the parents. Wang Xiaoming has already forgiven his deskmate's recklessness.

Well, it doesn’t matter whether you forgive or not, you still don’t care at all. Just like humans don’t care about the ants’ thoughts, it’s amazing that they just kill them with one finger, it’s nothing big.

"You're early!" Han Meimei replied quickly. After the last misunderstanding, the relationship between the two returned to normal again. Although it was not said that they would be as reconciled as before, the so-called 38th parallel was no longer mentioned.

So sleepy! Wang Xiaoming yawned with blurred eyes. He didn't sleep well last night. Since the teacher complained to his family, Wang Xiaoming has been in so much pain these days, and he feels like he wants to die.

Well, by the way, the taste of fried pork with bamboo shoots is really cool!!!

"Did you stay up late last night?" Han Meimei stared at the textbook in front of her, and asked softly without raising her hands.

"Yes!" Wang Xiaoming yawned a few times again and said with a depressed look on his face: "Since my dad came to school, I have lived in the heat of life. My mom said that it is her fault if she doesn't study hard. So, she will accompany me to do all her homework in the future!"

Wang Xiaoming looked back with a disbelief when he talked about this: "You think, just my mother's bad temper, can I still do my homework well now? Every time I write it in the end, it becomes her punishment for my body and soul!"

"Let me die!" Wang Xiaoming sighed with a look of indifference.

"Haha!" Han Meimei pursed her lips and said softly: "That's because my aunt cares about you. Who makes you always not listen carefully in class? You can't do such simple homework, you deserve it!"

"Hey hey, you're gloating!" Wang Xiaoming retorted dissatisfiedly: "I'm stupid. If I'm as smart as you, how could there be so many things!"

"Tsk, I believe you've seen the ghost!" Han Meimei smiled softly and secretly grimaced at Wang Xiaoming.

Hearing the preparatory ringtone from outside the window, Wang Xiaoming sighed in his heart: Well, the "beautiful" learning has begun again...

I thought it was just an ordinary day, but Wang Xiaoming never expected this situation to happen. In the second math class, Wang Xiaoming, who had a dull face, had already slipped into Java and played games with the barbarians. A middle-aged fat woman with heavy makeup suddenly broke into the classroom and shouted: "Wang Xiaoming! Wang Xiaoming, come out for me!"

The math teacher who had never encountered such a thing was forced to stop, walked to the middle-aged woman and asked dissatisfiedly: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

The woman glanced at the math teacher and then pushed him away: "What's wrong with you? Who is Wang Xiaoming? Come forward for me!"

Following the sight of the students in the classroom, the middle-aged woman was beatingly running track Wang Xiaoming, grabbed his arm and pulled him up roughly.

"Okay, it's you, the beast, who injured my son!" Wang Xiaoming, who was awakened by the middle-aged woman's movements, was confused. After hearing this, he suddenly realized that he was a seeking revenge!

The math teacher, who was also awakened by the woman's movements, hurried over and stopped him: "What are you going to do? This is the school!"

"What are you doing? What do you think I'm going to do!" the middle-aged woman shouted arrogantly: "This beast broke my son's arm and is still lying in the hospital now! What's wrong with the school? Can the school stop the victim from looking for the murderer? What kind of broken school are you? Look at what garbage you collect!"

The math teacher who heard the middle-aged woman was shocked and the whole classroom became buzzing. The students present looked surprised, suddenly, and then looked at Wang Xiaoming without any refutation with fear, and couldn't help but whisper.

"Let's go! Come with me to find your parents!" The middle-aged woman pushed away the math teacher and pulled Wang Xiaoming's arm toward the outside of the classroom. Seeing this scene, the math teacher hurriedly chased after him, and shouted before leaving: "You guys go to self-study first, I'll be back soon!"

After the math teacher left the classroom, the second class of the third grade was completely infuriated.

After receiving a call from the head teacher, Wang Xiaoming's father rushed over from the fertilizer factory. Looking at the people waiting in the office, Wang Xiaoming's father stood there at a loss.

Wang Xiaoming's father, who had a clear understanding of the causes and consequences, looked disbelief: "This is impossible. Xiao Ming is only 10 years old. Where did he get the courage to do such a thing? It is impossible. This must be a misunderstanding!"

"Impossible! It's impossible. What kind of good person do you think your little bastard is? I tell you, I have any evidence and physical evidence here. My son is still lying in the hospital! Humph, this matter is not played!" The middle-aged woman shouted angrily.

"You can relieve the fire first and eliminate the fire. Maybe there is any misunderstanding here. Let me ask clearly first." Wang Xiaoming's father said with a smile. Then he came to Wang Xiaoming with a complicated expression and asked seriously: "Tell me, did you do all this?"

Wang Xiaoming looked up at Dad Wang, then nodded indifferently to confirm: "Yes, I did it!" When Dad Wang, who had confirmed in person, turned pale, his right hand trembled and pointed at him and said nothing.

"You heard it, you heard it! I'm not slandering him!" The middle-aged woman jumped out again and said loudly. She pointed at Wang Xiaoming with an indifferent expression and said, "You see what attitude they are all, what attitudes they are all! Bah, my good baby was actually broken by this bastard. Why is my life so miserable..."

Seeing the middle-aged woman howling like a show, Wang Xiaoming frowned in dissatisfaction, and a feeling of boredom arises in his heart, and then his murderous eyes stared at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman, who was frightened by Wang Xiaoming's sinister gaze, for a moment, forgot to continue howling, and sat on the chair and couldn't say anything.

"Wang Xiaoming! You are very good, you are very good!" Dad Wang, who finally reacted, rushed up and slapped Wang Xiaoming hard. Wang Xiaoming, caught off guard, staggered and stabilized his body. He reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, looked at the blood on his hands and wiped it on his pants indifferently.

After this set of actions, the whole office became quiet. After a long time, the head teacher, who was a little palpitation, reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Dad Wang, this, why don't you communicate well with your son in the future? Let's deal with this matter first?" The head teacher did not notice at all. He actually used honorific words to Dad Wang, whom he looked down upon in the past.

"Okay Teacher Zhu!" Dad Wang, who also had a bad look, glared at Wang Xiaoming fiercely, then tried to smile and walked towards the middle-aged woman.

"What? Two thousand? Let me tell you, this matter is not counted for five thousand!" The middle-aged woman who heard Dad Wang's discussion immediately threw the situation behind her head, and she pinched her waist and shouted arrogantly.

"I know, I know." Dad Wang said humbly, "I understand our parents' mood very much. Our Xiao Ming is indeed doing something wrong, but the 5,000 yuan is really too much, and I can't get this... this!"

"I told you, 5,000 yuan, no less!" The middle-aged woman said with a arrogant look on her face, "The turtle in your family..." Thinking of the look just now, the woman whose face became unfair voice lowered her octave: "The evidence of what Xiao Ming in your family did is conclusive. If you don't agree, I will call the police and arrest people now!"

"He is only 10 years old!" Dad Wang immediately became anxious and couldn't help but say.

"What's wrong!" said the middle-aged woman who was obviously misunderstood: "What's wrong with the age of 10? She just can't live in a prison and has a junior management office. Humph, don't think she will hide from you!"

"Okay, okay!" Thinking of Wang Xiaoming's future experience, Wang's father trembled, then gritted his teeth and agreed to the middle-aged woman's request, and then took Wang Xiaoming back home.

After receiving a call from her husband, Mrs. Wang asked for a long time to leave and rushed back. When she returned home, she saw Wang Xiaoming hanging in the air and being beaten constantly. Her mother snatched the belt from her father Wang's hand and cursed with a heartache: "What kind of nerves do you have? You really want to beat your son to death!"

"Bring me the leather!" The angry father Wang tried to take back the stolen belt. In no time, he glanced at the entire living room, then took off the feather duster from Gao Fang's cabinet and pulled it towards Wang Xiaoming again.

"What kind of evil did this cause? If you have the ability, you will beat me to death!" Mother Wang cried and lay on Wang Xiaoming. Looking at his bloody body, Mother Wang was so angry that she stood up and rushed towards Dad Wang: "I'm fighting with you!"

Dad Wang touched his neck angrily. Without looking in the mirror, he knew the scars on his neck with this hot feeling. When he thought of the ridicule after being seen by others tomorrow, Dad Wang, who was angry, looked at the culprit again, and the feather duster in his hand was ready to move.

After hearing the causes and consequences, Wang's mother was also disbelief. This was beyond her imagination: her son was only 10 years old this year. Although he was a little naughty in the past, it was impossible to be so cruel! Thinking of this, Wang's mother subconsciously retorted: "This is impossible!"

"Impossible! What's impossible! People have certified physical evidence, and" Dad Wang pointed at Wang Xiaoming with anger and said, "This little bastard admitted it personally, what's impossible!"

Looking at Wang Xiaoming, who was covered in bruises but had a calm face, Wang's mother couldn't help asking: "Son, tell me, are you really doing all this?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes mom."
Chapter completed!