It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

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The teachers started chatting when they had free time.

"What's there to prepare? I haven't even thought of a program yet. It's the end of the month, so just show your appreciation."

"Haha, your class in Grade One won first prize, don't say you don't take it seriously."

"It's the second year of high school now, students need to focus. It's so annoying to put these activities on hold for a month, who would have the heart to study?"

All the class teachers are really worried.

It is true that they do not like the art festival, but it is also true that the school attaches great importance to the art festival. No. 1 Middle School is the representative of all high schools in the province, so it has to stand out. The art festival cannot be without well-known figures, and a bad performance would be a disgrace to the school.

The throne of the province's top high school is being eyed by countless top three high schools.

No teacher wants to be criticized.

Teachers are also human beings and have their superiors. Even so, it seems strange that the teaching profession is criticized by the leaders.

It is said that last year one-third of the classes did not want to delay their studies and chose poetry recitation out of laziness, which made the leaders drowsy and the principal furious afterwards, saying bluntly that "more art forms are needed."

Drama, dance, singing, crosstalk and sketches, this is what an art festival should be like where a hundred flowers bloom.

However, just as teachers and students were preparing for the end of the month celebration, an uninvited guest came to the office.

"Teacher Liu, look at this, look at this! Do you want to do something about it?!"

The man in the seat looked like an angry wolfhound.

Liu Jian, the head teacher of Class 4, tried to comfort him again and again, and he didn't even eat the vitamin B that he had just taken out from the table.

On the desk, a mobile phone was lying there quietly, and the interface was a QQ chat page. Tong Yao was working on a PPT, and her attention was drawn to it. When she saw the man, she couldn't help but frown.

It’s Chen Mo’s father again.

Liu Jian picked up the phone and looked at the text on it.

[Shen Yumin]: Are you studying on weekends?

【Chen Mo】: Yeah.

[Shen Yumin]: Don’t push yourself too hard. You can handle all those questions. Don’t be nervous about the midterm exam.

【Chen Mo】:Thank you.

[Shen Yumin]: I originally wanted to go to the movies with you, haha, but I’ve also gone to study and I miss you.

[Chen Mo]: Well, you should do your best too.

【Chen Mo】:Good night.

"You're only in your second year of high school, and you're already like this? What will happen in the future?"

The man tapped the table with one finger like he wanted to poke a hole through it. The content of the chat history almost drove him crazy. "Instead of focusing on studying, she said goodnight to others?! Also, call this boy's parents over. I want to talk to his parents in person! How dare you send this kind of message to my daughter?!"

Liu Jian was sweating profusely. He motioned him to wait and walked out of the office. As soon as he opened the door, he found a group of students gathered outside the door to watch the fun. It was obvious that the news had leaked.

"What are you looking at!" Liu Jian was also angry and caught someone from his class, "Call Shen Yumin and Chen Mo over!"

Chapter 43: Falling into the Abyss

The atmosphere in the court is nothing short of this.

When Chen Mo saw the content on the phone on the table, she understood everything. She was not surprised that her father logged into her QQ. She had been keeping her head down since she entered the office, ready to face the raging anger.

"Report."

The next person who came in was a boy whom Tong Yao knew. He was from Class 4, was very close to Chen Mo, and had good grades as well. It was Shen Yumin.

The boy was obviously nervous, especially when he saw a middle-aged man staring at him. He could only look at Liu Jian for help. Liu Jian didn't say anything, but the man couldn't help it:

"You sent this message, didn't you?!"

He held up his phone, his eyes blazing with fire.

"You are still so young and you want to learn how to date like others? What did your parents teach you?"

"Uncle, I..."

"I'm warning you! Don't affect my daughter's studies!"

He raised his hand, as if to slap her, but finally controlled himself and glared at Chen Mo, "Who taught you that, huh?"

"You dropped over a hundred places, and you lied to me that you were nervous?! You spent the past month dating, right?"

The girl was silent, as if she had lost her soul.

"Speak! Do you feel embarrassed now? You are embarrassing me!"

The louder he roared, the more spittle flew everywhere, and his hand hanging in the air shook. Finally, he raised it backwards, intending to hit his daughter in the face.

"I can't do it! I can't do it!"

Liu Jian and a male teacher who was watching the fun nearby quickly stepped forward and pulled him back, "No matter what, you can't hit the child!"

Chen Mo still stood there quietly, like a lifeless model in a clothing store, or like a deceased person sleeping in a coffin.

"Mr. Chen, Chen Mo's scores on the tests last month were all very good. His decline was definitely not due to his relationship with his classmates," Tong Yao couldn't help but interrupt, "You should communicate more with your child. You can't just dismiss him without asking him clearly, right?"

"Isn't that clear?!" the man yelled, "One misses you, the other good night, do you still need to ask?! Of course you're calm if she's not your daughter! Come on, tell me yourself, what is your relationship!"

As he spoke, he pulled his daughter's coat forward. Chen Mo's frail body staggered, but after he stood firm, he remained silent.

Tong Yao felt sad just watching this.

The man was furious and raised his hand again: "Tell me the truth!"

"Uncle," Shen Yumin suddenly said, "I was the one who talked to her. It has nothing to do with her."

"you!"

"Go ahead and hit me."

These three words silenced the entire office.

The person who spoke was not Shen Yumin, but Chen Mo.

The thin girl raised her head, the larger school uniform made her look even more fragile. She opened her eyes wide, clenched her fists in her sleeves, and stared at her father.

"Do you want to hit him or me?"

"No matter what you do, I still like him."

"You fight."

She stretched her neck stubbornly, bit her lower lip, and tried hard to hide the fear in her heart.

This is probably the most explosive thing any teacher in this office has ever heard from a student.

Then, like a villain in a ethics drama, the man lived up to everyone's expectations and slapped the girl, leaving a slightly red palm print on her plain and pale face.

And the girl, lived up to everyone's expectations and cried.

She didn't cry heart-wrenchingly, but just shed tears silently, and then reached out to wipe the blood from the broken skin at the corner of her mouth.

Someone pushed the door of the office open a crack, and the students outside the door were like audience members, enjoying a rare farce. When a teacher came to chase them away, they dispersed and returned to the class to talk about their experiences.

Things have developed to this point, even the teacher finds it difficult to intervene.

"Mr. Chen," Tong Yao took out a tissue and gently wiped away Chen Mo's tears, "beating children is against the law."

The man probably didn't expect that he would hit her so hard, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"This...Mr. Chen, let the child take it easy first." Liu Jian said helplessly, "You really need to calm down."

Tong Yao changed a tissue, but found that she couldn't wipe away the girl's tears. She patted the girl's back gently and took out a chocolate to coax her, but Chen Mo shook her head and refused.

"Mr. Chen, let's communicate with the child." Liu Jian thought deeply and gave a plan, "We can convey your meaning and leave a buffer space for you and the child."

"……So be it."

The man's mouth twitched, and he hesitated to speak. When he finally left, his expression was somewhat relaxed and regretful, and he finally said, "...Momo, Dad didn't mean it... You study hard in school, and don't think about other things. Dad won't hurt you."

Chen Mo didn't respond.

Parents are very strange creatures. They calm down not because you know you are wrong, but because you feel hurt and cry, so they slap you in the face, and then give you a sweet date to move themselves. Sometimes you hate them so much that you swear not to support them in their old age, but when you think about how much they have done for you, you can't bear to do it.

"He's gone," Tong Yao moved a chair and asked Chen Mo to sit down. "Tell the teacher if you have anything to say. If he beats you at home..."

Tong Yao paused and didn't continue.

Tell her, what can she do?

Call the police?

What's the point of warning, what's the point of punishment? This child comes from a single-parent family. Who else can take care of her except her father? Who else can take care of her more than her father?

Liu Jian was giving Shen Yumin a heartfelt advice:

"Tell me, teacher, are you guys in a relationship?"

The boy hesitated and glanced at Chen Mo secretly, and neither of them said anything.

"Is there one or not?!"

Liu Jian was also anxious.

In the deadlock, a soft "hmm" ended all the suspense.

"Isn't the teacher teaching?"

On the playground, the girl with glasses asked softly.

"I don't have class." Tong Yao kicked back the football that was slowly rolling over the grass and smiled, "I'll go out for a walk with you."

It has been raining these days, and the ground is covered with puddles, making the plastic track slippery.

The boy in the physical education class didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he kicked the ball over to bother her again.

She never tires of it.

"Chen Mo," Tong Yao shook her shoes, which had small rubber particles stuck in them, "Why did you admit that you were in a relationship with Shen Yumin?"

Let’s say you have feelings for each other, more than friends but less than lovers. Isn’t this an easy step to take?

Ambiguity is always more acceptable to parents than love.

Chen Mo stopped and whispered:

"What is dating, Teacher Tong?"

"Being in love is... um," Tong Yao was about to explain, but then her mind froze, "It's... hugging, holding hands, kissing..."

The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became.

wrong.

Although she couldn't tell what was wrong at the moment, she knew that this was not the definition of love.

This is what parents and teachers see as “premature love”.

"True contact, mutual care, and mutual support." Chen Mo raised his head, his hazy eyes looking at the swaying branches, "This is how I define it."

"I like being with Shen Yumin."

“He made me feel at ease.”