Chapter 15 The scumbag dad with stick education (15)

His facial features are also good-looking, with clear and handsome features. Although he has not grown yet, it can be expected that he will definitely be a good-looking young man when he grows up.

It's just that he always likes to keep his head down.

At this moment, he stood with his head lowered, his little hands subconsciously clasped together, like a child who made a mistake.

Teacher Zhou's heart softened a little when he saw it.

After a while, she asked: "Zihao, I called you here today to ask you why you only wrote one line in your composition today? Is it because you can't write, or is it because of something else?"

Facing the cute and well-behaved children, Teacher Zhou's voice became much gentler.

However, after asking, the child did not answer. Instead, his head hung lower and his little hands clenched tighter.

Intuition told Teacher Zhou that something might be wrong with the child. She walked over, knelt down, and pulled the child in front of her. Her voice softened again and said with comfort, "Zihao, the teacher doesn't want to blame you, but wants to know the reason.

, if it is more difficult to write, you can tell the teacher and the teacher will help you guide?"

The child froze for a moment when she pulled him. After she finished asking, the office fell into silence.

But it only took a few seconds. The child seemed to have made a decision after struggling for a while. The little hands that were originally held together were slightly clenched. He raised a handsome little face, stared at the teacher in front of him, and spoke in a childish voice.

"Teacher, can you give me another essay question?"

Why?

Teacher Zhou almost blurted out the question, but she caught a glimpse of the redness in the child's eyes and felt that one side of the child's face seemed a little swollen?

She was stunned for a while, then raised her hand to touch the child's head, but saw that the child seemed to be frightened, like a frightened little animal, with its eyes closed.

Teacher Zhou's hands froze in place, but her brows furrowed. The child's reaction...she vaguely guessed something.

She slowly put her hand down, and the child seemed to realize that he was wrong in closing his eyes and hurriedly opened them.

Teacher Zhou said: "Forget it, you go to eat first. We will talk about the composition later. Go ahead."

The child glanced at her and whispered: "Teacher, I'll leave first." Then he turned and left the office.

Teacher Zhou looked at the child's back and frowned. At this moment, a small voice came from outside, "Teacher, I know why Zhang Zihao only wrote one line in his composition."

The person with a little head sticking out of the door was Zhang Zihao's deskmate Zhang Chaochao.

Seeing that Teacher Zhou saw him, he hurriedly came out, entered the office, and said, "I, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose." He just accidentally overheard it.

"I know, Chaochao, can you tell the teacher why Zhang Zihao couldn't write the composition this time?"

Zhang Chaochao seemed to be very angry, his little fists were clenched, and his cheeks were bulging with anger, "I know, because Zhang Zihao's father is a bad father, he always beats Zhang Zihao, Zhang Zihao is so pitiful, his mother ran away with someone else, and his grandma died

Yes, his father always beats him..."

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When Zhang Zihao came out of the office, he was in a hurry and ran away a little. He did not see his deskmate Zhang Chaochao near the office.

Even when Zhang Chaochao wanted to call him out just now, the little guy's figure had already run away.

After coming out of the office, Zhang Zihao headed to the school gate. He knew that at noon, his father would come to deliver food to him.
Chapter completed!