"Teacher Mao, Ye Qingqing really was hit by a car and spilled porridge all over herself. I saw it with my own eyes, she wasn't lying!" Ruan Yingzi, with her chivalrous spirit, stood up to save the day.

Ye Qingqing glanced at her, thinking, "What a loyal friend!"

Mao Meiren coldly sized up Ruan Yingzi. She wasn't going to believe their nonsense. She was in a bad mood today, and the students' study atmosphere had been terrible lately. Since these two weren't afraid of death, then she wouldn't hold back!

Kill these two chickens as a warning to others!

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

Ruan Yingzi didn't dare to look the teacher in the eye, and nodded vigorously. "Yes, Ye Qingqing and I rode our bikes to school together. It was raining heavily this morning, and the old lady on the tricycle didn't see us and crashed into us."

Mao Meiren made them both stand on the platform, on either side of the blackboard, far apart, handed them two pieces of chalk, and said coldly, "Write down what kind of porridge was spilled."

She stood between Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi, preventing them from having a chance to communicate.

Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi were dumbfounded. Holy crap, what kind of crazy move was this? Did they spill the porridge?

They know nothing!

Ye Qingqing winked at Ruan Yingzi and silently said, "I like it."

Hopefully, this girl will be a little smarter. She doesn't like other kinds of porridge, and she can only drink some plain porridge, as Ruan Yingzi knows.

"Write it now!" Mao Meiren snapped coldly.

Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi trembled in fright and turned their heads away to write obediently. Ruan Yingzi saw Ye Qingqing's lip movements, but she misunderstood and thought Ye Qingqing said 'like'. She immediately understood.

She loves lean meat porridge the most, Ye Qingqing will definitely write about that.

then--

The two, completely out of sync, quickly wrote down their answers, and then... turned away.

The students below sighed in unison, their eyes filled with even deeper sympathy. This was truly courting death!

One person died, which is fine, but the other one still insisted on rushing in to die, tsk!

"Plain congee, lean meat congee, what else do you want to say?"

Mao Meiren's expression grew even colder, her face full of anger. She had no intention of listening to Ye Qingqing and the others' explanations and announced the punishment for Ruan Yingzi.

"Ruan Yingzi conspired with Ye Qingqing to lie and deceive the teacher. This is a heinous crime. She gets zero points and must also write a three-thousand-word self-criticism. She must reflect deeply on her actions and the whole class will write a self-criticism in the next class!"

Without any mercy, Mao Meiren waved her hand, telling the two of them to just get off so as not to delay her class.

Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi slunk back to their seats, completely unable to concentrate on the lesson. They had to find a way to make up for it, even if it was just a score of 60. After finally getting through the class, Mao Meiren walked away gracefully in her high heels.

"You idiot! I asked you to write about my favorite plain congee, and you wrote about lean meat congee!" Ye Qingqing complained.

"I thought you wanted me to write about what I liked. All I like is lean pork congee. Now what am I going to do? I've got a zero now, and I have to write a self-criticism. Damn it!"

Ruan Yingzi wasn't too bothered by the zero score; what she hated most was writing self-criticisms, especially three thousand words of profound reflection. She'd rather die than see her like that!

The two of them sighed in unison, their scalps practically chapped from scratching.

Other classmates gathered around with concern, offering suggestions, but faced with Abbess Miejue, they were all at a loss.

Lu Ziqun winked and whispered, "Why don't we go to Teacher Mao's house, bring some gifts, and say a few nice words? Maybe Teacher Mao will make an exception!"

"Will this work? Won't they kick us out?" Ye Qingqing was worried and felt a chill in her heart.