Three Call the Parents

But Xin Lin next to her was obviously not as enlightened as Ye Lingyue.

She was taken aback by the other party.

Looking again, there was no one behind the other party.

"Okay, you kid, you dare to scare me. Don't think that I'm afraid of you just because I'm tall."

After Xin Lin finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender and strong arms.

"Xiaolin, don't..."

Xin Lin obviously regarded the other party as a companion of those gangsters.

Ye Lingyue hastily stopped it.

"Ling Yue, take a rest at the side first, I'll clean up this gentle scum first, and send you to the hospital."

A fierce light suddenly appeared in Xin Lin's eyes.

Gold spectacles, shirt and trousers, these days, punks dressed up like dogs come out to harm female students, gentle scum, this is the kind of person you are talking about!

She, Xin Lin, specializes in treating all kinds of scum.

Xin Lin made a run-up, and with a sudden flash of her figure, she saw her fists roaring, and she aimed at Gui Hu's gold-rimmed glasses.

This picture...something is wrong.

Ye Lingyue was startled.

If I remember correctly, the little sister in front of me, Xin Lin, seems to be a Sanda master, the kind who has won the city championship!

The gambit is simply toxic.

Ling Yue deeply sympathizes with the Wu God. In every life, the encounter between the Wu God and Xin Lin seems to start from a misunderstanding.

Xin Lin was elated in his heart, when this punch landed, the opponent's annoying pair of gold-rimmed glasses was about to explode.

Make you proud!

The fist fell firmly, but there was no scream as expected.

Xin Lin was taken aback.

Her fist was firmly grasped by a big hand.

The man is nearly 20 centimeters taller than her,

Her fist was caught by him with one hand, and she couldn't move at all.

"Is this the amount of patience?"

With the man's vacant right hand, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses and smiled dismissively.

Xin Lin has never lost a fight, whether male or female, from the age of eighty to the age of eight.

The fist lost its freedom, she rolled her eyes, swept her legs with one leg, and kicked at the opponent's crotch.

But the other party was not a fuel-efficient lamp. His legs were faster and hit Xin Lin's knee socket. She only felt her knees go weak for a while, and she was about to kneel down.

The other party twisted her backhand, clasped her restless hands behind her back, and pushed her against the wall.

"You, if you don't want to be like her, just obediently report your student number name, which class is it?"

"Your uncle, Ling Yue, don't tell her."

Xin Lin was not convinced and choked.

"..."

Ye Lingyue had a headache.

How does she feel, although it is true that Xin Lin in front of her is Xin Lin, but this style of behavior is a bit hard to describe.

Half an hour later, Ye Lingyue and Xin Lin were sitting in the political and educational office of Huayue High School.

"It's unreasonable, you two look, you look like a key high school student? Xin Lin, what's the matter with your hair? Didn't you ask you to go back and dye it? How many times have I told you! Let your parents come to school tomorrow .”

"And you, Ling Yue, how many times have I said that girls can't cut their hair so short, look, what the hell are you thinking? You are still fighting and bullying your classmates, let your mother come to school tomorrow!"

In front of Ye Lingyue, there was a mirror, commonly known as the "demon mirror"

It is a necessary magic weapon for political and educational directors to rectify students' morals.

In the mirror, when Ye Lingyue saw her appearance clearly, she almost didn't vomit blood.

What the hell is this?

Where's her hair?

There is also how the face is painted like a ghost, the eyes are a mess of colors, and the lips are painted vermilion.

Also, isn't this face a bit big, just like a pie face?

Looking at her own arms and legs, Ye Lingyue found that although her hands and feet were still healthy, she was obviously two or three sizes older than when she was a teenager.

Her time travel has been transmitted to a fat girl who weighs at least 80 kilograms and is 1.65 meters tall.

Ye Lingyue, who has good genetics since she was a child, has never seen her ghost like this.

The only consolation is that her facial features are still the same, but she doesn't know how she made herself look like this.

"Don't say it's you, I want to see my own mother too."

Ye Lingyue half sighed, half sighed.

"Didn't you say that your mother is abroad all the year round?"

Xin Lin muttered beside him.

"Then let your dad come. Er, I'm talking about Mr. Ling."

The director of politics and education at the side only got a better tone when he mentioned this "Mr. Ling".

"If it's okay, I'll go back to the office first."

The man with glasses stood up and picked up the lesson plan on the side.

"Wait, is this gentle scum really a teacher?"

Xin Lin's arm is still hurting right now, and after a long time of fuss, this guy is actually a teacher from Huayue High School.

"Shut up, you two are not allowed to leave the Political and Education Office until you contact your parents."

The director of politics and education changed his previous expression, nodded and bowed, and sent the man away.

"That's Mr. Wu Hu Wu, our vice-principal, a young Ph.D. student who just came back from overseas at Columbia University. You two, it's really embarrassing. The first day Mr. Wu came to school, he met you skipping class."

The director of politics and education was so angry that he grabbed the tea mug on the desk and took a big gulp.

Huayue High School is a key high school in the city, and every student is the pride of heaven.

But in the past few years, in order to raise funds, some poor students have been forced to recruit, such as Ling Yue and Xin Lin in front of them. When they think of their "campus bullying" and "examination crane tail", the director of politics and education is filled with resentment.

"Contact your family members first, and then write a 3,000-word self-criticism. If you haven't finished writing, you are not allowed to leave."

The director of politics and education said, pointing to the phone not far away.

"Teacher, do you really want to contact me? My grandparents are getting old, and it's not convenient for me to come to school."

Xin Lin looked pitiful.

"Then call you Uncle, Feng Ju is always free, right?"

The director of politics and education said badly.

Xin Lin dawdled for a long time, and finally made a call slowly under the merciless gaze of the director of politics and education.

"Uncle, it's me. Our teacher asked you to come to the school. If you are busy, just ask your secretary to come over... Hey, you come here right away? Don't..."

Before Xin Lin finished speaking, the other party hung up.

Xin Lin wants to cry but has no tears.

"now you."

She glanced at Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue was still in a daze, and everything in front of her eyes seemed unreal.

"I don't remember the phone number."

Ye Lingyue was a little helpless.

She has no idea about Mr. Ling.

Including her mother, she only has a very vague impression.

It seems that there is something wrong with the memory of the original owner of this body?

"There is Mr. Ling's contact information in the address book."

The director of politics and education threw over a contact book.

Ye Lingyue glanced at the number on it, she recognized that number, and the original owner still retained the most basic common sense memory.

Ye Lingyue dialed the phone.

After a while of monotonous beeps, a slightly cold voice came.

"Hey."

"It's Ling, Mr. Ling?"

Ye Lingyue really can't call out the word "father", and this President Ling doesn't seem to be the real father of "Ling Yue" body.

"Ling Yue?"

On the other side, there was a sound of tables and chairs moving.

Obviously, the other party was also surprised that Ye Lingyue would call.

"What? Something happened at school? Or are you feeling unwell?"

The other party's tone was full of concern, although there was a hint of caution in that concern.

It seems that Mr. Ling is quite concerned about "Ling Yue".

Ye Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you come to school some time?"

"I'll come right away, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

After all, the other party hung up the phone.

Seeing that both of them had contacted their parents, the director of politics and education left them there to write a self-criticism.

In an unfamiliar environment, Xin Lin, who looked like two different people, Ye Lingyue's head was still slightly dizzy.

She subconsciously looked at her right hand, which was white and tender, and the small cauldron was still there in the palm.

The tripod seal is still there.

Ye Lingyue's heart skipped a beat.

She was sent to another world by Mengzhu.

Although this world met Xin Lin immediately, it was still unfamiliar to Ye Lingyue.

Although it also absorbed Ling Yue's memory.

But Ye Lingyue found that Lingyue's memory seemed to have some problems.

In Ling Yue's memory, there are very few memories about family and friends, and Xin Lin is the one who remembers the most.

In my memory, there are memories of two years in high school, but no memories before high school.

It was as if all her previous memories had disappeared.

Ye Lingyue didn't know whether it was because of her time travel or other reasons.

As far as she knows, some people also lose their memory if they get seriously ill.

Fortunately, even though I couldn't bring Hong Mengtian over in this time travel, at least the Jiuzhou Cauldron is still there.

With Jiuzhou Ding, Ye Lingyue is like a tiger with wings added, and she has confidence.

With Jiuzhou Ding here, she will be able to check Ling Yue's body later. If she really suffered from a serious illness, she should be able to find some clues.

"Ling Yue? Why are you in a daze? It's been an hour and you've only written three words? If this continues, you're going to live in the office tonight."

Xin Lin, who was sitting opposite Ling Yue, wrote like a god. In an hour, he wrote thousands of words and a few pages of eloquence.

Ye Lingyue meowed and coughed lightly.

"I'm thinking about how to write a self-review."

What Ye Lingyue said was honest.

She has never written it herself, and all the reviews of "Ling Yue" were copied from her mobile phone. The problem is, she doesn't have a mobile phone either.

"Hey, why are you pretending in front of me? In the past year, you have written 80,000 or 100,000 self-criticisms. Do you still remember? Well, I'll copy them for you."

As he said that, Xin Lin secretly took out a spare mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Ye Lingyue.

"I searched a few templates on the Internet, you just copy one, the old Hu thief is in trouble, and the review must be written in a novel way, or rewritten."

Ye Lingyue glanced at the phone, recalled the function of this thing, and copied it slowly.

Ye Lingyue copied a few thousand words for a full hour and a half, and Xin Lin beside him rolled his eyes.

Until the door was opened again, a man under thirty years old rushed in.

"Xin Lin, are you alright?"

The man was still wearing a uniform. Ye Lingyue searched in her memory. In this world, they call it a police uniform, roughly equivalent to the yamen and head arresters in this world.

The visitor's appearance was very good, and he was on par with the vice principal Wu Hulai. Judging by his temperament, he should still be an official.

Behind him was the Director of Political Education.

The director of politics and education, who was flamboyant in front of Ye Lingyue and Xin Lin earlier, appeared much more obedient in front of this one.

"Feng Ju, you are here, please take a seat, do you want coffee or tea?"

The director of politics and education has long forgotten the original intention of punishing Xin Lin's evil deeds.

The wind bureau in front of me is the Public Security Bureau Chief of Southeast City and the youngest Public Security Bureau Chief in the entire Yazhou Province. He has solved many cases in succession in less than three years since he took office. It is said that he is also the favorite person in the province. No matter how many criminals hear his name, they will be frightened.

"Uncle, I'm fine. It's the Director of Political Education."

When Xin Lin saw his uncle, his waist straightened.

Feng Xi's pair of incomparably sharp eyes flicked back and forth on Xin Lin's body a few times to make sure that there was nothing wrong with his niece, and then the sharp light in his calm eyes faded away.

Feng Xi sat down very naturally, and took the coffee brought by the director of politics and education.

With his slender fingers, he tapped lightly on the desk surface.

"Director, I have something to say."

The implication is, get out of here if you have nothing to do.

Xu is used to interrogating prisoners, when Feng Xi speaks, his tone is neither urgent nor slow, but it is full of strength.

He didn't look directly at the director of politics and education, but his eyes were fixed on his niece and daughter.

Ye Lingyue at the side felt a pressure for no reason.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed that the backbone of the director of politics and education was a little shorter.

This person's aura...was somewhat unusual.

From this wind bureau, Ye Lingyue felt an existence similar to coercion.

She wondered.

On the way to write the review, Ye Lingyue tried it.

In my own body, apart from some brute strength, I don't have any natural energy.

As for Xin Lin, looking at his skills, he should be an ordinary person.

There is absolutely no such thing as coercion.

In other words, the world I traveled through was an ordinary world that couldn't be more ordinary.

Why, I would come here.

Master Zi asked himself to find "it", what is it?

"Xin Lin and her classmates skipped classes and got into fights. The impact was bad. The school thought it must be serious..."

The director of politics and education immediately put on the appearance of a teacher, and if he opened his mouth, he would be given a serious warning.

Feng Xi raised his head and snorted softly.

The word "warning" was immediately swallowed by the director of politics and education.

"If I remember correctly, Xiao Lin was selected as a 'monster hunter', and fighting is her daily exercise. Skipping classes is also a skill for her to survive."

Feng Xi said calmly.

Demon hunter?

This word made Ye Lingyue a little unexpected.

"That's right, that's right. My uncle's words are justified."

Xin Lin on the side repeatedly echoed.

Feng Xi glanced at the knife, and Xin Lin hurriedly made a "silence" movement.

"She was selected, but she was only a substitute. The other genuine candidates are..."

The director of politics and education wanted to say that Xi Jiuye and Ling Ri, the real candidates, did not skip class and fight...

Feng Xi's gaze successfully made the director of politics and education choose to shut up.

"If there is no problem, I will take him away."

Feng Xi didn't give the director of politics and education a chance to beep beep blindly, so he got up and walked out of the office.

When he walked past Xin Lin, he whispered.

"What are you still standing for?"

Xin Lin hesitated for a while, and just wanted to ask Ling Yue for mercy.

At this time, a polite and cold voice came from outside the office.

"Excuse me, where is the political and religious office?"

(For the harmony of modern names, some characters' names will be changed)

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