Wuchen gritted her teeth, daring to be angry but not daring to resist. This wretched woman held her life in her hands, and even her father wouldn't help her. It made her furious.

"What kind of teacher is that stinking old woman? She's not worthy of being called one! She's always sucking up to the students who are officials or rich. Whoever gives her a gift gets to go first, while those who don't have money are relegated to the back. And she's always cursing people. Ugh, if I hadn't promised my dad I wouldn't cause trouble at school, I would have had Little Bug bite that stinking old woman to death long ago!"

Wuchen cursed and swore, getting angrier the more he cursed, and glared at Ye Mingcheng unhappily.

If it weren't for her father's sake, she would have definitely made a scene at the school and kicked out all those scumbags who didn't deserve to be teachers, hmph!

Back when she was in the mountains, her master taught her to respect her teachers, so she respected the teachers at the village school very much. She would even hunt wild rabbits and pheasants on the mountain and give them to the teachers to improve their lives.

Who told these teachers to eat so poorly, with pickled vegetables and radishes every few days? It made her mouth so bland. Besides, these teachers are quite good to their students, often using their own salaries to help them out, preferring to save money on their own food and clothing.

She naturally respected such a teacher, so every now and then she would catch fat rabbits and send them to them to supplement their nutrition.

But there are a few teachers in the city schools who really give her a headache. The first one is her current homeroom teacher, who is also her Chinese teacher, a stinky old woman in her forties.

Several times she couldn't help but want to call a worm to bite this wretched woman to death, but she had promised Ye Mingcheng, so she could only endure it and simply ran out of the school to avoid seeing her.

"Explain yourself clearly. Who is your teacher currying favor with? Is she bullying you?" Ye Qingqing asked.

She had met Wuchen's homeroom teacher a few times. She was a woman in her forties, and her appearance seemed quite approachable. She didn't seem like a snob. She needed to find out the truth before she could wrongly accuse the teacher.

Wu Chen snorted, "Even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to bully me!"

Little Mei, who was happily gnawing on a bone on the ground, twitched her ears, suddenly stood up, walked to Wuchen, bumped her butt against her, and even raised her paws before proudly going back to gnawing on the bone.

Wuchen smiled at it, "Xiaomei, you're the queen of dogs, that doesn't count!"

Xiao Mei proudly raised her chin, quite satisfied with Wu Chen's answer. Ye Qingqing was exasperated; Xiao Mei had become increasingly difficult to fool lately, almost like she was possessed. She wondered when Pi Pi would return, as only Pi Pi could keep Xiao Mei in check!

"Then who did your teacher bully?" Ye Qingqing asked again.

Wuchen snorted, "Huang Junkai and Hu Lingling are the ones who bully the most. It's because their families are the poorest and they only receive hardship allowances. They can't even afford to buy notebooks, so that old hag bullies them relentlessly. She doesn't call on them to answer questions in class and puts them in the last row. Hu Lingling is short, and Huang Junkai is nearsighted. That old hag is so ruthless!"

"Like Zhang Xiaoqiang, whose dad works for the Education Bureau, he's the tallest in our class, and that stinky woman still put him in the front row. This guy is so tall and strong, no one in front or behind can see him, and that stinky woman doesn't care. And then there's Feng Xiaowen, whose dad owns a company, and he gives that stinky woman gifts every holiday. Feng Xiaowen's grades are worse than shit, but that stinky woman always praises her, blatantly lying, and she deserves to be struck by lightning..."

When it came to the homeroom teacher, Wuchen had a bellyful of complaints. He didn't even bother to eat and listed a long list of the teacher's faults. If Ye Qingqing hadn't interrupted him, the boy probably could have talked for three days and three nights.