C3 Anger

"Mr Han, the reason I called you here today was to tell you about Han Qing dropping out of school."

In the office of the three-year group, Ma Qinglin lit up a cigarette and handed one to the middle-aged man opposite him. However, the middle-aged man shook his head and said:

"Teacher Ma, I know that Xiaoqing's grades haven't been very good recently, but he's still a child. I'm begging you, please don't let him leave school. Let him continue to stay in school."

The middle-aged man was Han Qing's uncle, Han Qingyuan. Han Qingyuan was only 43 years old this year, but because of his work, he seemed to be especially mature and even older than Ma Qinglin.

"Mr Han, do you know how many points Han Qing scored this time? Ninety-six points. I've been a teacher in No. 1 High School for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen one score so little.

With his grade, he could not get into a university at all, and staying there was a waste of time. So I think it's better for him to leave school. It's good for both of them. "

Han Qingyuan was an honest worker and didn't have much ability. Even his wife and children looked down on him. However, before his eldest brother died, he promised Han Qing that he would definitely help him finish university.

If he was told to quit school in his third year, how would he explain it to his dead big brother? That's why Han Qingyuan didn't agree to it no matter what.

"Mr Han, I called you here to inform you, not to ask for your opinion. "If it wasn't for Han Xue's sake, I would have kicked Han Qing out of the school a long time ago."

After all, Han Xue was currently the top student in her class. Although she was not the number one in the entire school, she could still enter the top three. This was not the first time he had discussed this with Han Qingyuan, but every time he disagreed, Ma Qinglin's tolerance had reached its limit.

"Teacher Ma, I beg of you, don't let Xiaoqing drop out of school. Give him another chance, let him finish the rest of the months."

Seeing Ma Qinglin's resolute attitude, Han Qingyuan didn't know what to do. He hurriedly stood up from his chair and kneeled down in front of Ma Qinglin with a "Putong" sound.

Han Qingyuan's actions gave Ma Qinglin a fright and he quickly helped him up. However, his attitude did not change and he still insisted on getting Han Qing to leave the school.

"Uncle, we don't need his help. He has no right to make me quit school."

Just as Han Qingyuan was begging Ma Qinglin, the door to the office was pushed open. An angry Han Qing rushed into the classroom.

He had just returned from the canteen and was passing by the teacher's office when he heard his uncle's voice. When he heard his uncle's plea that Ma Qinglin was still rejected, Han Qing suddenly became angry and directly rushed into the office.

Looking at Ma Qinglin's icy face, Han Qing sneered, "Teacher Ma, no matter what my grades are, I am still a student at the school. I taught the tuition fees.

It doesn't make sense for me to drop out of school just because my grades aren't good. Furthermore, if a student doesn't study well, the teacher will also have a great responsibility. Are you going to shirk your responsibility just like this? "

Usually, Han Qing was taciturn. Every time he was scolded by Ma Qinglin, he would not make a sound. Ma Qinglin was stunned on the spot as he didn't expect Ye Zichen to say that.

But soon, he reacted and said angrily: "Han Qing, do you know who you're talking to? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Hmph, as an irresponsible teacher, what else do I have to say for myself?" "Uncle, if you can't do it, then I'll just drop out of school. It's better than being insulted here."

Seeing Han Qingyuan's tear-stained face, Han Qing's heart throbbed painfully. Ever since his parents had passed away, only his uncle had been truly good to him. He had already treated his uncle like his own father.

"Han Qing, you want to rebel, right? "Alright, I'll report to the school right now and tell you to get lost."

Han Qing's words made Ma Qinglin lose face. This old guy took out an application form from the drawer of his desk and headed straight to the principal's office.

Watching Ma Qinglin leave angrily, Han Qingyuan wanted to stop him, but he was stopped by Han Qing. Even if he didn't want to read this book, he didn't want his uncle to suffer anymore.

"Qing Zi, don't worry. That old bastard has no right to make you quit school. Don't worry."

The moment Ma Qinglin went out, Zhou Zhengwen walked in. He then took out his phone and walked to the corner to make a phone call. After a while, he walked to Han Qing with a smile and said to the two of them:

"Uncle Han, don't worry. Qing Zi won't be expelled. My dad has a good relationship with our principal, so I told him to greet the principal."

"Really, thank you so much."

Han Qingyuan also knew a bit about his nephew's friend. He knew that his father owned a company, so he believed Zhou Zhengwen's words.

Knowing that Han Qing wouldn't be expelled, Han Qingyuan felt a lot more relieved. He secretly gave 100 yuan to Han Qing before going back to work.

"The main text, thank you."

It was unexpected that Zhou Zhengwen's dad was very familiar with the principal. Han Qing looked at him and a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't be so polite with me. Anyway, don't think that old bastard Ma Qinglin will kick you out of school. We have to go to computer class later. Let's go to the computer room first."

Right now, Zhou Zhengwen wanted to play CF very much. Although it wasn't time for class yet, there were definitely a lot of people in the computer room now, so he might be able to play a little bit before class.

The three-year team had a total of three computer rooms, one for two classes. Han Qing's class used the same computer room as the third class. When the two of them went to cause some trouble, there were already a lot of people sitting in the room.

"Heh, there's quite a lot of people from Class 3. Let's have a round with them."

No.1 Middle School has a dedicated server in CF, only their school people know the password. Zhou Zhengwen had organized a few students from his class to compete with the students from the third class.

However, when they saw Han Qing, they all shook their heads. The reason was very simple, it was because Han Qing's marksmanship was not just average. Furthermore, they fought in a competitive format, so Han Qing would often kill his teammates by mistake.

"Forget it, I'll just play by myself for a while."

With a bitter smile, Han Qing told Zhou Zhengwen to play with them while he found a server to play with. But after a while, Han Qing lost interest. This was because he couldn't kill a single person, and all of his points were lost. He was kicked out by the other party.

Looking at the computer monitor, Han Qing smiled bitterly again, thinking that he should focus on studying in the future. If he scored so little in the next exam, even with Zhou Zhengwen's help, he wouldn't have the face to continue staying in school.