Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 1106 What can I do?
"I'm just wondering why my grades are in someone else's name, but her grades, which were less than [-] points in the exam, became my grades."

Wu Ming became more and more unhappy when he was told that, and felt that the girl in front of him was like a wild cat that suddenly jumped out of the street just now.

It makes people want to kick hard to the base of the wall.

However, at this moment, with so many people around, Wu Ming not only couldn't do anything, but even had to control his expression so as not to become ferocious.

In order not to be seen by others.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Ming squeezed out a hypocritical smile.

"Student, it's also difficult for me to answer your question. After all, there are so many candidates in our city, and it's normal to have problems occasionally. How about this? I'll investigate here too, and I'll let you know if there are any results."

After speaking, Wu Ming turned around and left.

But was stopped by Qiu Xueyun.

"Mr. Wu, will you really notify me?"

"Of course, don't worry, I will tell you if there is a situation."

Wu Ming only wanted to leave early, but was stopped again.

"But you haven't asked for my phone number, and you don't know my family's address, so how are you going to tell me?"

Little Yunbao only thought it was ridiculous, even if it was perfunctory, it was too obvious.

Wu Ming's smile froze on his face, he turned his head again, and looked at the girl from top to bottom.

Finally, he showed a sneer.

"You're smart, so what?"

"Not everyone can get into No. [-] Middle School. So what if you have good grades? If you are the top student in the high school entrance examination, it's fine, but there are dozens or hundreds of people in the city with your grades. Do you think you are great?"

"If I tell you, you should obediently go to the technical school. At least it is a way out. If you make more troubles, you may not even be able to go to the technical school. In this life, you can only graduate from junior high school."

Little Yunbao took two steps closer while Wu Ming was speaking, as if she was hard of hearing and wanted to hear her words more carefully.

Nod after a moment.

"I see, you are threatening me."

Wu Ming raised her eyebrows, "So what if you threaten me? You come to me alone and let me guess. I guess your family's situation is not very good. Even your parents may not want to stand up for you. Hehe, you I've seen a lot of girls!"

"I am not favored at home, and the purpose of being born in the country is to exchange gifts for my brother or younger brother. It just happens to be in the city, and I can study for two more years, but what can I do?"

"This world is not black and white. Even if I tell you clearly now that I changed your place, what can you do!"

Wu Ming said several things in a row, but she was sure that the girl in front of her couldn't do anything at all!
Little Rainbow Dash let out a long breath.

"I didn't expect that a teacher would say such a thing."

Wu Ming sneered, "There are many things you didn't expect."

After speaking, he turned and left, not even willing to give Little Rainbow a look.

Wheels of bicycles rolled across the street, chains creaked.

Little Rainbow Dash waited for the people to go away, reached into his pocket, and pressed pause on the recording pen.

Everything is ready, just waiting for an opportunity to detonate.

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After get off work, Liang Qi hurried back to the community, feeling so hungry that her chest stuck to her back.

In the past few days, my work has not been going well, and I was left by the editor-in-chief to work overtime.

But if the news isn’t new, you can’t blame them. Isn’t that how you get through the high school and college entrance exams every year?

Set up an image of a poor student, find some stories about the counterattack of scumbags, tell touching stories, and write about two teachers who teach with illness.

Basically this is the process.

But every time at this time, Liang Qi would think of the child who said that his grades were problematic.

I don't know how she is now.

(End of this chapter)