Chapter 48 Sister Lan Is One Step Ahead! Demerit [2 More]

The students in Class 1 all raised their heads in confusion.

Why is the director of moral education, the selfless Prince of Hell, here?

What big thing did Ye Banlan commit?

"Turn the tide, could it be during the last class break..." Su Xueqing was a little worried.

"It'll be okay." Ye Banlan handed the flowers to her for safekeeping and stood up, "Here."

"Come to my office." The director of moral education said in a cold voice and left with a puff of sleeves.

"Student Ye, let me go with you." The deputy monitor was also very nervous, "You don't know, all students who are invited to have tea in the Moral Education Office will be given a demerit."

Ye turned the tide and did not look back: "Thank you, no, I haven't been to the moral education office yet."

Deputy monitor: "..."

That’s not a place students want to go!

The Moral Education Office is on the first floor of the Academic Affairs Building. Ye Turns the Lan and walks in.

"Do you know why I called you here?" The director of moral education glanced up and down, "You have only been in school for a few days? Tell me what you want to do?"

Ye Banglan was very obedient: "I didn't do anything."

"Didn't she do anything?" The director of moral education slammed the book on the table, furious, "Teacher Ding, tell me, what did she do?"

Teacher Ding is the head teacher of Class 2, Grade 2: "During the break, this new student bullied the students in our class and made a lot of noise, which affected the learning of the students in the class."

"Did you hear that?" The director of moral education turned around and said, "You bullied your classmates when you first came here. Why shouldn't you learn this?"

Ye Banlan's eyes met Sheng Song's, and his voice was calm: "I kicked the table, and he fell down on his own. What does it have to do with me?"

Teacher Ding was furious: "How dare you quibble!"

"Director, Teacher Ding, she even hurt my hand." Sheng Song didn't forget to add insult to injury, "I couldn't hold a pen or pick up anything during the whole class."

While he was talking, he was already sweating profusely in pain. But Sheng Song looked at his hand over and over for a long time, but he didn't find any injuries.

What exactly is going on?

Ye Turnan must have done something!

Even if she didn't do it, he would just cover it all over her head.

But at the same time, Sheng Song was very lucky. Fortunately, it was him whom Ye Turning the Waves came to. If he were to bully Sheng Yunyi again, he would be the first to refuse.

Ye Banglan's expression remained unchanged, as calm as ever: "What's wrong with your hand?"

The eyes of the Director of Moral Education and Teacher Ding fell on Sheng Song's hands, but there were no scars or bruises on them.

"What else are you asking about?" Sheng Song jumped up, "My hand is hurting to death. Do you dare to say that it wasn't you?"

"Director, I suspect he has a mental problem. He always feels like his hand is going to break." Ye Banlan smiled slightly, "Why don't you check it first?"

Sheng Song, who was furious, suddenly froze for a moment. Why didn't his hand seem to hurt anymore?

He shook hands in disbelief, picked up the book again, and found that everything was normal.

The director of moral education's eyes became sharper: "Sheng Song, are you lying on purpose?"

"I...I didn't!" Sheng Song was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "She really hurt my hand, and everyone in the class saw it!"

The director of moral education called in the monitor of Class 2 (Grade 2), who watched the lectures.

Ye Banglan indeed only used force when kicking the table. She just put her fingers on Sheng Song's wrist, and they were separated in a moment.

Not to mention using force, not even a tiny amount of force.

"Director, what I told is the truth, she...or she poisoned me." Sheng Song couldn't explain, "My hand has been really hurting for a long time, and I'm going to have a hand CT scan." !”

"That's nonsense. Do you think you're reading martial arts novels? Shut your mouth." The director of moral education endured his anger, "And you, Ye Banlan, I tell you, I will definitely give you a demerit for this matter, you - —”

"Director." There was a knock on the door at this moment. It was the assistant principal. "The principal has something urgent to ask you. Please go to the principal's office now."

"I'll be right away." The moral education director hurriedly stood up, "You go to class first, and I'll find you again in the afternoon."

After Teacher Ding also left, Sheng Song sneered: "Ye Turn the Lan, stop pretending. Sister Yunyi is right. You just like to pretend. Do you think someone will sympathize with you if you pretend? Save it, your I can clearly see his true face!”

Ye Banglan tilted his head and smiled: "Actually, it's not your illusion."

Sheng Song frowned. Before he understood what this sentence meant, his hands suddenly started to hurt again.

What exactly is going on? !

**

At noon, Ye Banglan and Su Xueqing had lunch together and came to the psychological consultation room as scheduled.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw a brand new thermos cup.

At the bottom of the thermos cup, there is still a line of words - Gift from Yan Tingfeng.

Ye Banglan picked up the thermos cup and looked at it carefully.

Obviously, Yan Tingfeng's good handwriting, every stroke and every stroke, is the character of a literati.

But between the lines, there is a fierce and murderous aura, and the momentum is rushing towards the face.

It's June now, and the temperature in Jiangcheng has risen to thirty degrees.

But Yan Tingfeng was still wearing long sleeves and trousers, a coat, and even a scarf, which was wrapped tightly enough to be airtight.

Could it be that his body...

Ye Banlan's eyes moved away from the thermos cup and fell on the man.

It was impossible for Yan Tingfeng not to feel such a gaze.

After all, he is the martial arts supreme who is killed on the tip of a knife, and no disturbance can escape his senses.

"Miss Ye, what's wrong?"

"Isn't it hot?"

"Hot?" Yan Tingfeng was startled. He stretched out his hand and smiled as he gently placed his hand on her face.

The cool touch was very refreshing in early summer, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

Such a coolness suddenly made her feel familiar.

It seemed...

Ye Wanlan narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not feeling well. I'm sorry to make Miss Ye laugh." Yan Tingfeng retracted his hand.

Ye Wanlan paused: "No wonder you always drink tea to warm yourself up."

"Well, for health preservation, I will also eat red dates and wolfberries. Miss Ye should also take care of your health." He raised his chin slightly, and the smile in his phoenix eyes deepened. "This cup is very sturdy and will not break easily."

"Thank you." Ye Wanlan's hand stroked the cup, "In a few days, I will bring you some Chinese medicinal herbs to warm your body."

Yan Tingfeng propped up his head: "Miss Ye is polite, but my body..."

Three hundred years, it still can't be cured.

Not to mention, the Taiyi Palace was destroyed, the last seven parts of Taiyi acupuncture were lost, and the Taiyi divine doctor was directly cut off from the lineage.

It is indeed a miracle that he can live to this day.

Yan Tingfeng turned his head to look out the window, hiding the dark shadow on his face.

"It's getting late, Miss Ye, go back for lunch."

Ye Wanlan returned to the classroom with a cup.

"Wanlan, you're back." Su Xueqing was slightly stunned, "Your cup..."

Ye Wanlan noticed her sight and nodded: "It's a thermos cup for drinking tea."

Trapped in time for 999 years, she is also an "old man" and it's time to keep healthy.

Su Xueqing swallowed back the words "It's just like the new custom thermos cup made of new materials from Yunjing, the price is more than 10,000 yuan."

Maybe she saw it wrong.

That's right, her deskmate is so simple, how could he use such a high-end cup?

Only those young masters and daughters in the Beijing circle would use it.

Ye Wanlan unscrewed the thermos: "Would you like some?"

The water dispenser was right behind them. Su Xueqing reached out and took a paper cup, successfully scooping up some tea.

She looked at the tea leaves floating on the water and took another sip.

"This tea..."

Su Xueqing swallowed back the words "It seems to be a newly developed variety, one or two ounces cost tens of thousands."

She fell into a long silence, always feeling that something was wrong.

**

On the other side, Class 2 (2) of Senior High School.

"Brother Song, calm down. She is so arrogant and so open. We will report it to the whole school tomorrow morning." The boy said, "This is also for Sister Yunyi's sake."

Sheng Song did not respond, but just frowned and looked at his hand. There was still no scar, but why did his hand hurt sometimes and not hurt sometimes?

"Okay, let's think of another way to punish her." Sheng Song crossed his legs, "She can't go to No. 1 Middle School, and I won't let her stay in No. 7 Middle School."

"As long as Brother Song wants, she can't stay." The boy agreed, "Brother Song, but sometimes there is no need for us to do it, why not let Su Xubai..."

"Su Xubai?" Sheng Song frowned, "Don't mess with him."

"Sheng Song, come to my office." The moral education director called him at this time.

The boy was excited: "Brother Song, it must be a warning to Ye Wanlan, you finally got rid of your anger."

"Of course, she is too ostentatious. If it were me, I would definitely not let anyone see it." Sheng Song swaggered to the moral education office.

But he didn't see Ye Wanlan.

"Director, where is Ye Wanlan? She--"

"Sheng Song, you were punished once." The director of moral education interrupted him, "Whether the file will be deleted when you graduate depends on your performance in the next year."

Sheng Song's smile disappeared, he couldn't believe it: "Director, what do you mean? She came to pick a fight with me, why is it me who was punished?"

The teacher really couldn't control him, but he also knew which red lines should not be crossed.

No evidence, no traces.

Even if a student went to sue the teacher, he could easily deal with it.

Even the director of moral education has never caught him.

"Why are you punished?" The director of moral education grabbed his collar and pushed him to the computer, "Come, look for yourself, see what you did."

Thank you for your support~ I hope there will be more punch-ins~

When I wrote about the dead man, I also went back to review the previous book QAQ

See you tomorrow~~