Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

Several other teachers were a little embarrassed.

They knew a little about Su Qiao's exclusion at school.

But the client himself didn't say anything, and her head teacher didn't care much. How could they come to meddle in these nostalgic affairs?

But now the students say this in front of them, they still feel a little guilty.

"Mr. Li, I think it's okay, this classmate is also a victim."

"Yes, in this case, she can't come to class. Fortunately, nothing happened. If it really falls, the school has to be responsible."

The head teacher, Mr. Li, knows Su Qiao's situation best in the class.

She was very annoyed that she made herself so shameless, and said with a stern face: "Why didn't you tell me when something like this happened?"

Su Qiao's eyes were a little cold: "I remember that I said it more than once before, but in the end it was all over, so did I say it useful?"

When she was bullied at first, her clone Su Qiao also told her teacher.

But the people who bullied her didn't admit it at all, and the teacher always took the attitude of turning big things into small things and small things.

Not only that, but sometimes they even help, in turn, saying that she is lying, saying that she cares about little things.

Over time, she could only resign her fate to shut her mouth and endure all this silently.

I just hope that I can go to university and stay away from this place and the Huo family.

But in the end, she didn't even take the college entrance examination, and university became a dream that could never be achieved.

The middle-aged female teacher felt that everyone would be embarrassed if she continued.

He coughed softly under cover, and his tone was gentle and authentic:

"Cough cough, this classmate, the bell is ringing soon, you go to class first, other things, our teacher will check carefully."

Su Qiao nodded indifferently.

It doesn't matter to her whether to check it or not. Anyway, if she encounters such a thing in the future, she will solve it in her own way.

Walking to the door, Su Qiao seemed to remember something and turned to look at Teacher Li, the head teacher:

"By the way, Mr. Li, I have something to tell you first. My mother is actively helping me find a marriage partner. Don't tell me about my puppy love."

Hmph, isn't it not allowed to have puppy love?

Then ask the head teacher to 'educate' her mother who wants to marry her into a wealthy family.

"Marriage?"

Several teachers were stunned and looked at Teacher Li.

"Mr. Li, what's going on at this student's home?"

It's true that they are aristocratic schools, but not all students have power in their families.

Those are just a few.

But if the word 'marriage' is used, it is not an ordinary family that looks like a prosperous family.

Teacher Li frowned.

Isn't he just a child from an ordinary family who came in after finding a relationship?

Is it wrong?

But looking at her usual clothes, she doesn't have anything valuable on her body, so there shouldn't be anything wrong.

She shook her head slightly: "I don't know the specifics."

"Mr. Li, you should go check it out, but don't be a child of the director's family."

They are not afraid of others, but they are afraid of offending those big men who donate large amounts of teaching funds to the school every year.

Teacher Li's mood was a little heavy, but Su Qiao threw herself into her studies with ease.

Her soul is strong, and after taking Lingquan, her brain is clear, and her memory and understanding ability are not comparable to ordinary people, so she learns very quickly.

She even re-read what she had learned before, and the vague places in her memory were thoroughly pondered and memorized in her mind.

444 was very pleased to see such a serious and studious host.

This is what an eighteen- or nine-year-old girl looks like.