Chapter 38 Blame your son for not being true The moment Song Shiwei's father called out her name, Wang Changhua suddenly understood what it meant to be hit hard both physically and mentally. Not only will you be beaten physically, but you will also be deceived mentally. But he still sniffed, pointed at a boy in school uniform not far away, and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Song, I am not Chen Zhe, he is." "Ok?" Song Shiwei's father took a look at the intact "Zhen Chenzhe" and stood there in a daze. He rushed to the school as soon as he received a call from his daughter. Through the "replay" between his daughter and a very talkative girl with a pair of small canine teeth, he roughly understood what happened: It turns out that Weiwei is often harassed by a poor student named "Li Jianming" at school; Later, a boy named "Chen Zhuo" in the class finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to chase Li Jianming away, so he was hated by him; Tonight, Li Jianming asked someone to take Chen Zhuo out and gave him a good beating. I heard that he was injured. The fact that her daughter, who never likes to show off her family conditions, actually took the initiative to find her shows that she is really angry. So when Song Shiwei's father came in and saw Wang Changhua with a bruised face and nose, he mistakenly thought it was Chen Zhe, and he caught him and thanked him. "What is going on..."
Even though Song Shiwei's father was quick-witted, he couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, so he turned to his daughter for advice. Song Shiwei didn't make a mistake. She saw Chen Zhe as soon as she came in. However, as she looked at the lively person, her clear eyes suddenly became confused. Finally, it was Chen Peisong who stood up and took the initiative to break the weird atmosphere: "Director Song..." "You know him?" Mao Xiaoqin asked curiously. "Song Zuomin, the executive director of CITIC Securities, is often in the newspapers." Chen Peisong whispered to his wife. "It turned out to be him." Chen Zhuo was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the school beauty Song's father was actually Song Zuoming. This person seems to be quite famous in the financial industry in eastern Guangdong, but his peak moment just happens to be perfectly missed by mine. It was more than ten years later when Chen Zhuo started to trade stocks while he was working. By then, Song Zuoming had already retired to the second line. Except for participating in some high-level economic conferences in the country and the province, he would not appear in the public eye. When he was occasionally shown in a shot at that time, he looked like an old expert with gray hair, far from the high-spirited look he has now. Song Zuomin, with the ladder handed over by Old Chen, also walked over to shake hands and greeted: "Is Chen Zuo your child?" "My son, my son..." Old Chen said a few humble words and told Song Zuoming the truth of the whole process during the greetings. Song Zuoming was also stunned when he heard this. There was nothing wrong with the cause, but who would have thought that there was a slight deviation in the process, which led to the wrong result. "No matter what, I have to thank your Chen Zhuo!" Song Zuoming seemed to be talking to Chen Peisong, but in fact he was looking at Chen and sizing him up seriously. Chen responded with a smile, saying that as a high school student he didn't need to say much since his father Chen Peisong was present.
Song Zuoming felt that this was a sign of Chen Zhuo's modesty, and his first impression of him became even better. Mao Xiaoqin was not idle either. There were originally three seats in her row, and next to her were Chen Zhuo and Huang Baihan. However, Empress Dowager Mao saw Song Shiwei standing there, patted the two boys on the shoulders and said, "You go sit in the back." "Oh." Chen Zhuo and Huang Baihan said nothing and gave up their seats obediently. Mao Xiaoqin moved her butt, pulled Song Shiwei's little hand, and said with a smile: "Your name is Weiwei, right? Are you tired of standing? Come and sit next to auntie." In fact, with Song Shiwei's personality, he is not used to the sudden closeness of strangers. However, Empress Dowager Mao's smile was sincere and warm, and even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes contained the kindness unique to middle-aged women. Song Shiwei could probably feel this kindness. After hesitating for a moment, he finally sat down next to Mao Xiaoqin. Queen Mother Mao looked at Song Shiwei, who was bright-eyed and white-toothed, and seemed not to feel her coldness and aloofness at all. She asked with a smile, "Your nickname is Weiwei, what's your full name?" The corners of Song Shiwei's mouth moved, and he replied in a calm voice: "Song Shiwei." "This name sounds nice and ladylike. Who gave it to you?" Mao Xiaoqin praised it and continued to ask naturally. "grandfather." Song Shiwei was obviously not used to this style of conversation. There was no expression on her face, but her palm was silently grasping a corner of her school uniform. "The older generation is quite good at naming. Our Chen Zhuo's name was also given by our grandfather, who hoped that he would be calmer in his future work and life..." Perhaps middle-aged women all have this ability. They can easily break down other people's social barriers when chatting. As they were chatting, Song Shiwei suddenly turned around and glanced at Chen Zhe. Chen Zhe actually felt a sense of "help" from this look. Chen Zhuo gave a look that said "I can't help you", meaning if you don't want to talk, just go away, I won't get involved. "Your mother is also very powerful." Huang Baihan smiled innocently and said, "I guess Miss Song hasn't said so much nonsense in a week." "Not all middle-aged mothers are like this." Chen Zhuo pouted and said, "When I first went to your house to play with you, your mother asked me how old I was and where I lived..." Before she finished her words, Mao Xiaoqin asked kindly, "Weiwei, what month were you born..." Chen Zhuo and Huang Baihan looked at each other, and suddenly felt that "you have said everything". At this time, He Yong, the principal of Zhizhong School, also came over and greeted Song Zuoming politely. Song Zuomin's face turned serious. He didn't give any face at all and asked directly, "Principal He, I just want to ask you one question. How do you plan to deal with this matter? How do you plan to deal with the student named Li Jianming?" "This……" He Yong was also in a dilemma. He didn't want to cover up for Li Jianming, but if he really wanted to expel him, he would have to report it to the Education Bureau, and that would be a stain on Zhizhong.
However, he also understood Song Zuomin's anger as a father. My daughter has been harassed by a boy at school for so long, but the school and teachers didn’t even notice? In fact, He Yong also felt wronged. Don’t you know how beautiful your daughter is? During every break, there are always two or three boys running outside the Senior 11 () classroom just to catch a glimpse of your daughter’s beauty, and then go back to brag about it to their classmates. In fact, all the teachers in the senior year knew about Li Jianming's pursuit of Song Shiwei, and they had reminded him many times. But Li Jianming never dared to cross the red line. Every day, he would just verbally harass her, and she would leave after a scolding. You couldn't fire him just for this... However, these words could not be said, otherwise Song Zuoming would become even angrier. In fact, Song Zuomin had already made arrangements when he first heard the news. At this time, he received a few more calls, and then said to He Yong: "I have called Lao Qi from the Municipal Bureau. I believe he will find you soon." He Yong felt a bit overwhelmed when he heard this. "Lao Qi" was the executive deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau, in charge of all the high schools in Yuecheng. If he knew everything, there would be no need for him to hesitate any longer. Therefore, it is really not easy to be a junior high school teacher. Some parents of students have strong social resources and can bypass the school to push something forward. A group of people were chatting or negotiating over here, while Wang Changhua's family was sitting alone over there. "Growing flowers." Wang Changhua's mother was puzzled: "Why is it that you are the one who was injured, and everyone is gathered around Chen Zhe, but you don't have many classmates to visit you?" "Why not?" Wang Changhua stubbornly retorted: "My friends just don't know. Otherwise, if they all came, this small police station wouldn't be able to accommodate them." "Humph~" The mother probably knew Wang Changhua's habit of bragging, so she sneered and said: "I don't need that much either. If you can find a girl who is similar to the girl just now, I will consider your three years of high school not in vain." Just now she thought Song Shiwei came to visit her son, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding and she felt quite embarrassed. "Song Shiwei isn't actually that pretty." Wang Changhua began to frantically make excuses: "There is another girl named Yu Xian in our school. Mom, let me tell you, she looks..." His mother waited for a while and found that Wang Changhua had stopped moving. She couldn't help but ask, "What does she look like?" Wang Changhua's Adam's apple rolled and he pointed to the entrance of the service hall: "She looks like that." Wang Changhua's mother looked over and saw two more high school girls in uniform standing at the door of the police station. One of them was particularly beautiful, over 1 meters tall, but she seemed to be running a little too fast, holding on to the door frame and trying to regulate her breathing. Her long burgundy hair was a little messy due to sweat, with some strands stuck to her temples. She casually pushed them aside, revealing a delicate oval face. Her flushed and sweaty cheeks exuded a healthy glow, adding a bit of charm and tenderness. "To see you?" Wang Changhua's mother was a little skeptical. "Uh-huh……"
Wang Changhua had only secretly seen Yu Xian, and neither of them had spoken to each other. Now he could only make up a reason to respond. His father couldn't stand it any longer, so he pushed his wife and said, "He's gone to find Chen Zhuo again. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame your son for not being the real Chen Zhuo." (This plot ends in one chapter. This is not a real Shura field. Everyone is just simply taking care of each other. After all, graduation is coming soon~) (End of this chapter)