Chapter 937 The Returnee's Notes 11
But after the group apologized, Xie Ning let them go. After all, this wasn't going to cause a big fuss. As for whether the other person would tell the teacher after being beaten, Xie Ning wasn't worried. Her grades were enough to earn the teacher's favoritism.
Not to mention she was in the right.
In such a remote town, there are no powerful or influential people. The families of teachers are all well-off, at least better off than most of the students' families.
Therefore, teachers here tend to favor students with good grades.
"Thank you, class monitor." The girl, who had just been hiding in the corner with her head in her hands, thanked Xie Ning softly, her eyes red like a little rabbit's.
"Next time someone bullies you, you can fight back." Instead of being afraid to fight back and always retreating to a corner, others will only take advantage of you more.
Xiao Liu lowered her head slightly and remained silent.
Xie Ning couldn't figure out what the girl meant either, but the girl's personality was indeed a bit too soft. However, it wasn't her fault that she was being bullied because of her personality.
The one who was wrong was the person who bullied her.
Looking at Xiao Liu's face, Xie Ning paused in turning around, took out a hair clip from her pocket and gave it to her, "You look better with your bangs clipped up, try it?"
Xiao Liu didn't know why Xie Ning suddenly changed the subject, but she still blushed slightly as she took the hair clip and clipped her bangs up.
It didn't actually look any better, it just made me look more refreshed.
Xie Ning's purpose was not what he claimed on the surface. He had just learned some things from the old lady recently, and combined with what he had learned in his previous life, he had gained some understanding of physiognomy.
Sikong is a place of light, a person's "beacon." If it is covered by hair, it is easy to be plagued by bad luck and misfortune. In addition, the girl's own magnetic field is not strong, making her more likely to encounter spirits and ghosts.
When Xie Ning returned after handing in her homework, Qiu Tong'an slowly woke up. She had been sleeping soundly, and such a loud noise hadn't woken her.
However, I still felt that the gazes from all around were strange, especially the small groups whispering among themselves and glancing over from time to time.
Of course, they also had their own small groups, mainly those sitting at the desks in front and behind them. They got along quite well, and when Qiu Tong'an asked, they told her the whole story in great detail.
One of the boys even praised Xie Ning for his bravery, saying that Xie Ning, who was so small, could punch one troublemaker and kick another.
Qiu Tong'an's eyebrows shot up in anger. "Are they crazy? They bully Xiao Liu because she's gentle, but why don't they dare to bully me?"
If she doesn't call all her older brothers, they'll definitely beat her into submission.
Everyone was cursing, but no one thought of reporting it to the teacher, because they all knew that the teacher wouldn't care about such things, and even if they did, it would only be a verbal reprimand.
The short-haired girl spat, "Let them cause trouble in Class Four. Old Ming can beat them so badly they won't be able to get up."
Even now, some teachers still hit students, especially some strict and hot-tempered male teachers.
Mr. Ming, the homeroom teacher of Class 4, beat up a student who was causing trouble and fighting a few days ago. After the other student's parents came, he beat them up again.
The teacher can still restrain himself, but the parents can beat him as hard as they want.
Their class teacher was a woman from the city. She had a gentle personality, and if the students didn't listen to her lectures, the punishment was just standing for half a class or a whole class period.
Xie Ning silently drank her health tea. She also noticed that many parents were indeed beating their children at this time. A few days ago, when she passed through an alley, she saw a girl being hung up and whipped with a belt by her parents.
There were onlookers all around.
"Hey, speaking of Lao Ming, have you heard about Lao Ming's life when he was young?" The boy behind him looked around and spoke in a low voice.
Old Ming is around fifty years old now, but back during the Cultural Revolution, he was only a teenager.
Some people hid at home and didn't participate in the struggle, including Lao Ming, but in the end, for some reason, he started making trouble with others, going around criticizing and struggling against them, and even became a minor leader.
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