In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
In the classroom, the seat that originally belonged to Lo Bin was now occupied by someone else.
Occasionally, when Qin Lang looked at the seat in front of the classroom, he would be distracted for a moment because he could still feel Lo Bin's back.
She was gone. Originally, Qin Lang should have chosen to forget about her, but for some reason, because of Lo Bin's departure, the memories of the past became clearer, and the wonderful feelings became stronger.
Only after losing something would one know how to cherish it.
Perhaps there was some truth to this sentence.
Jiang Xueqing would often appear in front of Qin Lang, and Qin Lang could feel her care. However, the current Qin Lang was not in the mood to accept another relationship, even if it seemed to be within his reach. However, Zhao Kan reminded Qin Lang that Jiang Xueqing had someone chasing after her, so Qin Lang should not miss this golden opportunity. However, Qin Lang did not care.
"Qin Lang, please go to the principal's office."
Before the class started, Sun Bo came to Qin Lang's seat. He was worried that Qin Lang would go against him again, so he used the word 'please'. If Qin Lang did not go, Sun Bo would be reprimanded by the principal.
"Okay, I'll go." Since Sun Bo was so polite, Qin Lang did not plan to go against him. As the saying went, 'one does not hit a smiling face'.
For the students of No.7 Middle School, many of them had stayed at No.7 Middle School for a few years, but they did not have the chance to step into the principal's office. Even if it was a serious matter like expelling a student, the principal did not have to deal with it personally.
The principal's office was on the fifth floor of the office building, and it was the office in the middle. The fifth floor was the top floor of this office building. Since ancient times in China, there was a saying, "The Emperor is the Emperor." Therefore, the positions on the ninth and fifth floors were, of course, the most prestigious positions. The rooms in the middle naturally belonged to the leaders. Of course, these were unwritten rules. If someone went to interview them, the officials would definitely not admit it.
The principal's office was very grand. There were many photos in the hallway that represented the glorious history of No.7 Middle School. There was also a photo that had just been posted. It was a photo of Lo Bin. In the photo, she was very beautiful and aloof, giving off a strong sense of distance. Below the photo was the words, "Harvard Girl Lo Bin."
After a short pause, Qin Lang knocked on the door of the principal's office.
The principal of No.7 Middle School was called Wang Zhixiu. She was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She wore glasses and gave off a very intellectual and elegant vibe.
However, Qin Lang's attention was not on the principal, but the woman sitting on the sofa in the principal's office. This woman had an oppressive air of nobility, and she looked somewhat similar to Luo Bin. Qin Lang recognized this woman, she was Luo Bin's mother.
"You must be Qin Lang." Wang Zhixiu said to Qin Lang in a pleasant manner, "This is my superior, Director Song of the Provincial Education Department."
"Principal Wang, I'm not here to guide the work today. If it's convenient, please let me say a few words to this student alone." Lo Bin's mother, Song Wenru, said faintly, but her tone was undeniable.
Wang Zhixiu nodded, walked out of the office, and closed the door behind her.
Song Wenru stood up and came in front of Qin Lang. She said faintly, "Are you Qin Lang?"
Qin Lang nodded.
Song Wenru suddenly raised her palm and slapped hard at Qin Lang. It was difficult to avoid a slap at such a close distance without warning, but Qin Lang just leaned back and easily avoided it. Moreover, his feet didn't move at all!
This was the benefit of having a firm foothold.
Song Wenru didn't expect Qin Lang to avoid it. She slapped him again, but Qin Lang still easily avoided it.
"Director Song, I'm not the child from more than ten years ago. Not just anyone can slap me." Qin Lang reached out and grabbed Song Wenru's wrist. Like an iron clamp, she couldn't move.
However, thinking that this woman was Lo Bin's mother, Qin Lang let go of her wrist.
"You … You … Are you the little kid from more than ten years ago?" Song Wenru suddenly thought of something. No wonder she hated this kid's face so much. More than ten years ago, when her daughter was in kindergarten, she saw a little boy who dared to kiss her daughter's mouth. This made Song Wenru rush into the kindergarten and slap the little kid in the face. Then, she took her daughter away from the kindergarten.
Song Wenru didn't expect that after more than ten years, this kid would appear in front of Lo Bin again. Moreover, it was at the critical time when Lo Bin was going to study at Harvard University. What a sin!
"Yes, I am that little kid." Qin Lang said calmly, "More than ten years ago, you slapped me because I was still young. But now it's different. Now, no one can slap me!"
"Really?" Song Wenru said disdainfully, "As long as I say one word, you can forget about studying in No.7 Middle School! You can forget about studying in Pingchuan Province! "
"Director Song really has a great official prestige." Qin Lang didn't move at all. "But, Director Song, you're so busy. You didn't come here to slap me, did you?"
"Well, I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Song Wenru said coldly, "Three days ago, didn't you send a bouquet of flowers to our house?"
"Flowers?" Qin Lang couldn't help but frown. "I didn't send her any flowers!"
"You're still quibbling!" Song Wenru said angrily. She took out a card from her wallet and threw it at Qin Lang's face.
As soon as Qin Lang reached out, the card was locked between his fingers. The card really had the words "From Qin Lang" on it. But looking at the handwriting, it wasn't Qin Lang's own at all. After all, Qin Lang had been forced to practice calligraphy by the Old Poison. His signature was especially flamboyant, so it was impossible for it to be so bad.
"Nothing to say?" Song Wenru snorted coldly.
"I didn't write it, and I didn't send the flowers," Qin Lang said calmly. "Believe it or not!"
"You … Forget it. I didn't want to trouble you for such a small thing. But because of the flowers you sent, Lil Bing was in a bad mood. She suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital … "
"What! Luo Bin is sick! "Qin Lang said in horror." Which hospital is she in? I want to see her! "
"There's no need for that!" Song Wenru said coldly, "What you need to do now is to cut off all contact with her, whether it's the phone, the Internet, or the cell phone. I don't want you to be a stumbling block in her future and delay her studies and future! If you hadn't sent her flowers and affected her mood, she wouldn't have fallen ill! "
"You … please let me see her. I know medicine. I can cure her. Believe me." Qin Lang lowered his stance. For Luo Bin, he could swallow his anger.
"No need!" Song Wenru said resolutely. "My daughter will receive the best treatment! Don't even think about getting close to her! I came here today because I don't want you to affect my daughter's mood in any way and affect her treatment. Because as far as I'm concerned, a scum like you is a virus in itself! This kind of childish puppy love is simply the root of trouble … Anyway, I won't let you get close to my daughter! "
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