The principal's words were scathing and shameless, an insult to a teacher's professional ethics.

Zhao Wuyuan suddenly stood up, pushing the chair out with a loud bang.

“Principal, I didn’t grade Xia Muran’s test. How could I have let her off the hook? Although I sympathize with Xia Muran, as a teacher, I would never do anything that would violate professional ethics.”

Then, several teachers chimed in.

"Principal, I graded Xia Muran's math test."

"Principal, I forgot to tell you that Xia Muran's Chinese test paper was graded by the second-grade Chinese teachers together, because it was just too outstanding."

The principal's face turned from black to red, gradually deepening in color.

Knock knock knock.

The meeting room door opened, and the principal's assistant walked in.

"Principal, Wei Hongfang just called and said she wants to come to the school to take a look," the assistant repeated verbatim.

"What are you looking at? Don't you mind the chaos? Why are you getting involved at a time like this?"

The principal was still cursing, but his expression softened considerably.

"I understand, you may leave." The principal waved his hand.

The door closed, and the room was deathly silent.

The principal coughed awkwardly, "Teacher Zhao, I spoke too harshly before."

He was the headmaster of the school, a god revered by everyone. No matter how furious Zhao Wuyuan was, he had to swallow his anger and bear the bitterness.

Zhao Wuyuan sat down and took a sip of water.

The principal frowned in displeasure. He had already apologized in person, yet Zhao Wuyuan was still putting on airs, as if he didn't respect him. He took a deep breath and gave a heavy snort.

Seeing this, the newly arrived dean of students quickly spoke up to smooth things over, "Principal, I think that to completely quell what happened back then, we should not only not suppress the news that Xia Muran got first place, but also publicize it widely so that everyone knows about it."

The principal and Zhao Wuyuan turned to look, their astonishment evident in their eyes.

"This isn't a good idea, is it? What about the college entrance examination pass rate?" the principal said, troubled.

After June, summer vacation will begin, followed by the start of the new school year.

When Wei Hongfang concluded that Xia Muran was not concentrating on his studies, his parents came to his home. Xia Muran, unable to bear the humiliation, threatened to commit suicide to show his determination. The school lost face because of this, and most parents and members of the community were very dissatisfied with the school, causing its image to plummet.

Which parent would willingly send their child to a school where teachers make judgments based solely on subjective assumptions and refrain from providing evidence? And what happens if a child, feeling wronged, protests by jumping off a building or attempting suicide?

For various reasons, the principal was very worried about the college entrance rate this year.

A school with a poor college entrance rate is not far from closing down.

“Principal, that matter is already widely known. Our attempts to cover it up are futile; it's like burying our heads in the sand and deceiving ourselves. We should publicly commend and praise Xia Muran. Firstly, it will show the public our determination and the results of our correction. Secondly, rewarding Xia Muran will, to some extent, help to salvage our school's reputation. As the saying goes, to err is human, to forgive divine.”

The head of the teaching department spoke passionately and eloquently, with sound reasoning and evidence.

After much deliberation, the principal and others concluded that this was indeed a good idea.

"Alright, let's do it this way," the principal instructed. "This June's commendation ceremony, try to make it as grand as possible, and let as many people as possible know about it."

"Yes, Principal."

The meeting lasted nearly two hours before it finally ended. As the group left the meeting room, a commotion and shouting could be heard coming from the teaching building.

"What happened?"

"Principal, it's so good that you're out. Something's happened." The assistant was covered in sweat, his lips pale.

The school building was full of students; any commotion must mean something had happened. The young, strong male teacher rushed over first, while the female teacher who remained behind panicked and frantically dialed the police.

On the first floor of the teaching building, students scattered and fled.

Zhao Wuyuan took the lead, pulling a student aside to ask, "What's wrong?"

The student was pale, clearly terrified. "It's Teacher Wei. She's holding a knife and trying to kill someone."

Teacher Wei?

It must be Wei Hongfang; I heard before that she was coming over.

Wei Hongfang committed murder with a knife; it goes without saying who she wanted to kill.

"Everyone, leave the teaching building and go to the playground." The teaching building is now a dangerous place and shouldn't be left unattended. Zhao Wuyuan said, "Teacher Liu, please organize the students to take refuge on the playground first."

Teacher Liu nodded solemnly, "I understand. Be careful and don't act impulsively. I heard that Wei Hongfang has a knife. Knives and guns don't discriminate."

"I can't let anything happen to her." Zhao Wuyuan's heart raced, ignoring the strange feelings surging within him.

As Zhao Wuyuan climbed upstairs, he immediately saw a glaring crimson red. Several students, covered in blood, lay on the ground, staining the floor crimson.

"Teacher." The student, flustered, pressed his school uniform against the wound of the injured person.

Zhao Wuyuan glanced at them a few times. The wounded were all minor injuries and were being taken care of, so it was no big deal. He just left one teacher to look after them.

"Where is Wei Hongfang?" Zhao Wuyuan asked.

"It seems to be Class 3 on the seventh floor."

The first floor of the seventh floor houses the classrooms for second-year high school students, and Class 3 is Zhao Wuyuan's class.

Hurry up, hurry up, don't be even a second late.

Rushing up to the seventh floor, the pungent smell of blood filled my nostrils.

Zhao Wuyuan's eyes widened slightly, his limbs stiff as if he had been dead for a long time.

"No, no, Teacher Wei, I'm a good student."

"Hehehe, you're not a good student, you're not a good student."

"I am, I really am a good student, Teacher Wei, I beg you, please don't kill me."

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