Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

He silently looked at the three people who were still mourning on the ground.

I can't make up my mind.

At this moment, Song Yi suddenly spoke up and pointed at Feng Qian, "It's her! It's this woman who beat us!"

Feng Qian glanced at Song Yi with contempt.

Being beaten like this by a girl, he was too embarrassed to say it.

Feng Qian did not reply.

However, who knew that Song Yi didn't know what the wind was, he jumped up and pointed at Ji Mian, gritted his teeth and said, "And him! He also participated."

Humph.

Ji Mian, don't think labor and capital can't deal with you!

Ji Mian raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly.

Feng Qian: "…"

She secretly said to the system: "You can't blame me now, he pulled the debris into the water."

system:"…"

It...it doesn't know what to say.

Just be lazy and forget about it.

Can you get tired of defending one more sentence?

I really don't know how its host can be expressionless and serious, but secretly say such things!

have to.

Now it has become a fight between Feng Qian and Ji Mian.

The Disciplinary Committee said, "This classmate, please go to the director's office with me."

"Oh." Feng Qian responded lightly.

Knowing that she had already admitted it, and the fragments had to bear the blame, she would not admit it.

"As well as classmate Ji Mian, please come along." The Disciplinary Committee looked at Ji Mian.

Ji Mian didn't say much, and answered in a cold voice, "Mm."

"And the three of you, all have to go to the director's office."

When the three people on the ground heard it, they stopped crying instantly, and their faces showed a look of resistance.

No.

The dean is a devil!

The three of them got up from the ground reluctantly, and the expressions on their faces were wonderful.

The dean of the Imperial Capital Middle School is notoriously strict.

No matter what your family background is, even if you are the son of the president, as long as you commit a crime, you will be severely punished.

Stuffed money to bribe?

impossible.

The dean of their school is even more selfless than Bao Qingtian.

The key is that this dean is still Song Yi's second uncle.

Song Yi was afraid of this second uncle since he was a child.

Every time I see him, it's like a mouse meets a cat.

No wonder Song Yi resisted so much.

…

On the road, Feng Qian quietly approached Ji Mian and asked him softly, "Why are the three of them so cowardly?"

Feng Qian pointed at the three people behind with their heads downcast and disheveled.

The girl is very close.

The warm breath sprayed on Ji Mian's neck, causing him to shudder and silently distanced himself from the girl.

Ji Mian lowered her head and looked at Feng Qian.

The voice was low: "Probably afraid of the dean."

Feng Qian: "!"

Some panic!

Ji Mian saw the girl beside her suddenly tense, her expression serious, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

For some reason, he thought the girl was very cute.

Although, the girl is always expressionless.

The corners of the boy's mouth rose slightly.

Such a shallow smile, even the young man did not realize it.

After a while, several people came to the door of the director's office.

Since it was already class time, they avoided being watched along the way.

The Disciplinary Committee slammed the door.

A rather majestic voice came from inside: "Come in."

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew that the other party was not someone to mess with.

With a click, the door was pushed open.

The Disciplinary Committee walked in first, followed by Feng Qian and others.

The legendary and terrifying dean is sitting in front of the desk at the moment, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, he doesn't know what he is writing.

The air was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the pen across the pages.

The dean of education was a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face, expressionless and stern.

"Director of the report, there was a fight." The Disciplinary Committee reported seriously.

Song Huairen, the dean of the school, held the pen for a while.

He raised his head, his deep eyes narrowed slightly. Through the lens, his sharp gaze swept across the few people in front of him.