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Jiang Qing looked at Ye Meiyan who was speaking.
"My senior will be leaving this school after the college entrance exam. We're different. We can't protect her all the time. That's unrealistic," Ye Meiyan said. "There will always be times when we're careless."
"So..." Jiang Qing pondered, "Instead of passively defending, it's better to take the initiative."
Ye Meiyan nodded.
"Is something going to happen?" Song Shuang asked excitedly, "How many of us?"
Jiang Qing: "...I guess so."
Song Shuang immediately agreed with both hands and feet, "Tomorrow we, the sophomores, will also have a holiday, and the school will start setting up the exam room, so everyone will have time."
Jiang Qing murmured: "Yes, everyone has time." Including Li Qingyun.
"Wang Huaqing hasn't come back yet?" Jiang Qing turned her head to look at the empty table across the corridor.
"His mother took him back to her hometown to visit relatives. We haven't seen him in a while," Song Shuang said, pouting. "It's not just him. Didn't Chen Heng come to class too?"
Jiang Qing turned around and saw the clean tabletops of the last row of single tables in the classroom.
The blurred memories of drunkenness emerged in my mind in fragments.
At first, she wanted to get Chen Heng drunk to keep him entertained, but she didn't expect that she would get drunk too much while accompanying him, and the memory fragments in her mind would flash back.
She frowned slightly. Who sent Chen Heng home last night?
She remembered that someone came in the middle.
Could it be that...
Ye Meiyan noticed something and asked, "You know?"
Jiang Qing shook her head, "I'm not sure."
She couldn't be sure how many of those disturbing memories were dreams and how many were real events.
But the only thing Jiang Qing knew was that other people's privacy could not be leaked from her mouth.
“Snap—”
The wooden ruler hit the blackboard with a loud noise, and the students who were wandering around lowered their heads and quickly returned to their seats as if in a state of stress.
Some were flipping through books, some were turning papers, and some were writing, and the sound of rustling was endless.
"Let me tell you something..."
Jiang Qing stopped writing and looked up in confusion. Why did the voice sound so unfamiliar? Who was this teacher?
"Your math teacher has had some family matters lately," Li Qinyun said, his expression unwavering as the thousands of heads below him all looked up. "He's taken a leave of absence, so I'll be teaching for the time being."
After finishing his opening remarks, without caring about the reactions of the students in Class 9, he lowered his head, opened the paper, and asked, "Class representative, which question did your teacher talk about?"
Ye Meiyan stood up, "Question 18."
Li Qinyun waved his hand to signal her to sit down. "Okay, let's continue. This question is a graphical proof question. Let's look at the graph first..."
"Jiang Jiang, this is the teacher from the next class. She has a bad temper." Song Shuang leaned back, covered her mouth and whispered, "When do you think our kind-hearted math teacher will come back?"
"I don't know, it should take quite some time." Jiang Qing looked up at the teacher. If it was only one or two days, she wouldn't have asked a strange teacher to teach the class.
Jiang Fan was also very puzzled and joined the two people's discussion, "He was fine yesterday, why is it so sudden today?"
He sighed, "I still want our teacher to come back. It's strange that I'm not used to it."
Jiang Qing and Song Shuang looked at each other and asked, "Who isn't?"
After class, Jiang Qing went to the office to find the teacher and prepared herself mentally for the teacher's harsh lecture.
Zhang Kuo took the letter of apology handed to him by Jiang Qing with a gloomy face.
He took a quick glance and confirmed that the handwriting of the student in front of him was not forged, then put it down and looked at Jiang Qing.
"I heard you were late today."
Jiang Qing stood obediently with her head lowered. Upon hearing this, she explained in a low voice, "I felt a little unwell this morning."
"You weren't feeling well yesterday, and you're feeling unwell again today," Zhang Kuo said through gritted teeth. "When will you be able to go to school in good health?"
Jiang Qing was silent. It turned out that her mother had asked for leave for her yesterday for the same reason. She complained in her heart, they had such a tacit understanding of each other's train of thought, they were indeed mother and daughter.
Zhang Kuo said with a forced smile, "Was it you who was wandering around the streets yesterday?"
"Ah?" Jiang Qing was shocked.
"What?" Zhang Kuo was almost irritated by these unreliable parents and students. "I saw it with my own eyes, near the Central Square."
He skipped work last night and drove his wife to buy clothes, and found Jiang Qing happily eating skewers near the square.
If his wife hadn't stopped him, he would have caught the student red-handed.
Jiang Qing stammered, "See...did you see it?"
Zhang Kuo shot her a death glare. "You're having a blast eating skewers by yourself. Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Qing suddenly realized that the teacher didn't see Chen Heng, but noticed her.
She wanted to cry but had no tears. How could a person be so unlucky?
"Jiang Qing, you're already a sophomore in high school, and you're about to enter the crucial third year. Your grades were stable before, so I didn't say anything," Zhang Kuo said earnestly. "But look at the results of the last monthly exam. How much have you regressed?"
"Have you ever thought about the future? Have you ever thought about what you'll do if you can't get into a good university? Have you ever thought about how you'll make a living?"
Zhang Kuo asked three soul-searching questions.
Jiang Qing: Although, I have experienced it once.
Zhang Kuo looked at her with a headache. Why did he think Jiang Qing was easy to take care of before? It was all an illusion and fantasy.
"And your parents, are they still going to make up lies to cover up their lies to their students? I think it's necessary to hold a special communication meeting with your parents to communicate..."
"My mother took me to visit the graves yesterday, and I had my period this morning and had a stomachache." Jiang Qing spoke quickly, and then raised her eyes to glance at the teacher.
The air was suddenly silent. Zhang Kuo was speechless for a long time. Finally, he opened his mouth and let out a breathy "Ga?"
Jiang Qing rubbed her feet. The teacher didn't say anything, and she felt helpless.
"Is there anything else, teacher?" she asked.
Zhang Kuo was still stunned by the student's words. He replied dazedly, "No...it's okay. You can go back."
Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and started walking, but turned back halfway.
"Teacher, why did the math teacher take leave?"
"It's because of the day before yesterday..." At this point, Zhang Kuo reacted in time, "She will be back when her vacation is over."
The day before yesterday, Jiang Qing keenly noticed this word.
What happened the day before yesterday?
"Because of that video?" she asked suddenly.
Zhang Kuo choked, "...What video? I don't know. Go back and do your test."
He waved his hand to send the person away, turned his back to Jiang Qing, and carefully checked the letter of apology on the table.
"Sex science video." Jiang Qing said calmly, looking at the teacher's back.
Zhang Kuo:!!!
He turned his chair, met Jiang Qing's dark eyes, and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Jiang Qing retorted, "I'm not talking nonsense. What else happened besides that the day before yesterday?"
Zhang Kuo was silent for a moment and sighed.
"Since Teacher Li did this, she should have thought about the consequences. Just taking a few days off is the lightest punishment."
Zhang Kuo looked at the students in front of him and said, "If we get complained to the Education Bureau, this matter won't be resolved by just taking a few days off."
Jiang Qing pressed on: "Who would complain?"
"The students in our class, the parents of the students in our class," Zhang Kuo stated, "and those who heard the news. It could be anyone."
"The letter of accusation was lying in the principal's mailbox. This is an indisputable fact," he said.
Jiang Qing: "Just because of a sex education video?"
"Yes, it's because of a video." Zhang Kuo said.
A huge sense of absurdity came over Jiang Qing, and she didn't understand where Teacher Li went wrong.
She was wrong in not choosing to teach science to students because they were ignorant, or she was wrong in not letting students understand reason and learn to protect themselves in relationships between the sexes.
Jiang Qing struggled to speak and asked, "Teacher Li, when will you be back?"
Zhang Kuo withdrew his gaze, turned around and corrected the homework.
"The timing is uncertain. It depends on the specific impact of this incident."
The footsteps behind him paused and gradually moved away. Zhang Kuo stopped writing and looked towards the southeast corner. The table that was originally filled with things was now empty.
"Jiang Jiang, teacher..." Song Shuang saw that Jiang Qing's face was not right and asked hesitantly, "Did I scold you too harshly?"
Jiang Qing shook her head.
Song Shuang and Ye Meiyan looked at each other and realized something was wrong.
Ye Meiyan asked: "What happened?"
Jiang Qing said softly, "Teacher Li was punished, not asked for leave."
"What?" Song Shuang was surprised. "Why?"
Ye Meiyan's eyebrows darkened slightly, and she guessed what had happened. "The video played in class."
Song Shuang understood, but she didn't understand. "What's wrong with the video? There's nothing out of the ordinary about it. Isn't it just telling us to take care of ourselves? Why can't we show it?"
Jiang Fan listened closely and heard the whole thing. He couldn't help but shout out in support, "Exactly, why are you punishing our teacher?"
Jiang Qing raised her eyes and said, "Because someone reported it."
"Who is it?" Song Shuang cursed, "Do you have any sense of public morality or humanity? You can't tell right from wrong, right?"
The sudden rise in the volume attracted the attention of the students, and they all looked over at the small group that had been making a lot of noise recently.
The pen in Wang Dongduan's hand was caught off guard by the vibration of the high pitch and scratched the white paper. He raised it and saw that there was a big hole in the paper.
He turned back angrily, "Song Shuang! What are you crazy about?"
"Bah! You're the one who's crazy!" Song Shuang spat at him. "Did you report it? You feel guilty, don't you?"
"If you are sick, go get treatment!" Wang Dongduan felt confused and felt guilty about everything he did.
Song Shuang saw the other people's gazes from the corner of his eye, and saw artillery fire sweeping across the area.
"Is it you? Yang Tianhua?"
Jiang Fan put his hands on his hips, pretending to be powerful, "Yes, is it you?"
Yang Tianhua, who was named by the devil again, shook his head rapidly, his brain was almost shaken out, and he didn't want to get involved in anything now.
If you can't afford to offend, can't you just hide away?
"Song Shuang!" Jiang Qing quickly pulled her down, "Sit down!"
"Don't make any enemies if you don't even know who it is."
Jiang Fan sat down awkwardly, not daring to say a word.
Song Shuang muttered, "I just feel unhappy."
"Even if you're unhappy, just hold it in!" Jiang Qing glared at her. "This isn't a question of who reported it."
Song Shuang was puzzled: "Whose problem is that?"
"It's not anyone's fault." Jiang Qing said in a deep voice.
Ye Meiyan looked around: "Once something is done, someone will definitely know about it. If someone knows about it, there is a high probability that a whistleblower will appear."
"There are countless whistleblowers and it's impossible to trace them. What we should ask," Jiang Qing looked at Song Shuang and said seriously, "is why the report was successful?"
Yes? Why?
Song Shuang was stunned, and Jiang Fan also fell silent.
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