"Zhang, do you have anything to explain? Did Ye Zhou misunderstand you?"

Huang Liling still wanted to play the role of peacemaker, because in her eyes, Zhang Xiaopang was usually timid, had never participated in any fights, and was a pretty honest student.

"Teacher, Ye Zhou is just bullying others because he is good at studying. I did nothing."

Huang Liling breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, then show him your phone to prove your innocence."

"Everyone has their own privacy. Although there's nothing shameful about it, I can't just let people see it!"

While speaking, Xiao Pang stalled for time, secretly performing some subtle maneuvers hidden by the fat around his waist.

"However, to prove my innocence, Ye Zhou, you slandered me in front of the whole class, so I'll show you what's on your phone right now, in front of the whole class."

Ye Zhou took the phone from Xiao Pang's hand and flipped through it.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Your phone is so clean, cleaner than your face. There isn't a single photo in the album."

Zhang Xiaopang's pockmarked face broke into a wicked smile, but there was an unconcealable sadness in the smile.

"Tsk, even the recycle bin has been emptied, it's so clean!"

Zhang Xiaopang confidently and loudly declared, "Ye Zhou, now, put your feet down and apologize to me in front of the whole class!"

Ye Zhou raised his indifferent eyes. There were still ten minutes before class started. "No rush."

"Teacher, is the multimedia system connected to the internet?"

Huang Liling was caught off guard by the question and didn't understand what Ye Zhou was up to.

"We're connected to the internet."

"Does anyone have a data cable?"

Ye Zhou asked this question to the whole class.

At this moment, a female classmate stood up and handed over the data cable.

When passing by Little Fatty, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back vomiting.

Ye Zhou stood on the podium and connected the data cable.

Type the shortcut key to open the command line, and a control window pops up on the multimedia screen.

Then his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out dozens of lines of code.

A progress bar is displayed on the screen.

Time flies.

The contents of Xiaopang's photo album were displayed on the multimedia screen.

"How...how is this possible? I definitely deleted it!"

Ye Zhou stood up and said coldly, "You can delete it, but you can't restore it?"

"Damn, he usually seems pretty honest."

"This is disgusting!"

"Taking pictures up girls' skirts! I never thought there were people like this at school, it's disgusting."

There are many photos on the screen.

Photos of various fair-skinned feet, and glimpses under girls' skirts.

There are also videos.

Ye Zhou turned off the screen and pulled out the phone.

He didn't let the screen display for too long; after all, he didn't want An Youhe to know so much about the darker aspects of life.

"Now everyone knows..."

Before Ye Zhou could finish speaking, Huang Liling couldn't stand it any longer and said with a dark face.

"Alright, Ye Zhou, Zhang Xiaopang, you two come out with me!"

I arrived at the office.

"Zhang Xiaopang, stand facing the wall!"

Huang Liling then spoke to Ye Zhou with a worried expression.

"Ye Zhou, you're a good student with a bright future, but you can't ruin someone else's future like this! Look, the college entrance exam is just around the corner. If you do this, Zhang Xiaopang's future will be ruined!"

"He's only a teenager, his prime years are just beginning, and his grades are more than enough to get him into a university."

Seeing that Ye Zhou remained silent, Huang Liling assumed that her words had worked.

Her expression softened, and she continued.

"How about I have Zhang apologize to you now, and you give him back your phone? Then this matter will be over."

After a long silence, Ye Zhou spoke.

"Someone like you can be a teacher?"

"What good would it do for society to let such a person go?"

"Should we let him get into university so he can continue doing this kind of thing?"

"You're very good at twisting the facts. Did I affect his college entrance exam, or did he affect himself? He did this kind of thing on the eve of his college entrance exam. Shouldn't he be responsible for his actions?"

A few words were enough to make Huang Liling blush.

She couldn't understand, of course, that she was doing it all for the good of her students.

The office door opened.

Huang Liling felt like she had seen a savior.

"Teacher Wang, please discipline your students."

Old Wang, unaware of what had happened, stood there with a plastic water bottle tucked under his arm and listened to Huang Liling recount the whole story.

His face was grim. He glanced at the chubby boy who was facing the wall, and then at Ye Zhou, who had his hands in his pockets.

"Did you find it?"

Ye Zhou nodded.

"Such a big thing, you just did whatever you wanted?" Old Wang asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, yes, he's still a child and doesn't think things through properly. Teacher Wang, you should educate him properly."

From the perspective of a middle-aged person, Huang Liling believes she is absolutely right.

Ye Zhou, being a young boy full of vigor, how could he know whether what he was doing was right or wrong?

Although she is also a Chinese language teacher, she knows that what is written in books is idealism, and how can it be put into practice?

The coat Old Wang was wearing was one he wore when he was young; it's now yellowed and wrinkled, but he never cares about those details.

Just like every morning when he gets up, he never combs his hair, he just scratches it a couple of times with his fingers, brushes his teeth and washes his face and that's it.

He scratched his hair again.

He glanced at the chubby boy facing the wall and couldn't help but sigh.

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