"You're so smug. You're really giving me face. I spit on you."
The male student who had just spoken spat at Zhang Wenhui's retreating figure.
Zhang Wenhui's departure frightened the other timid classmates. What should we do? If my parents find out that I angered the teacher and drove her away, I'm sure I'll be in big trouble when I get home.
"What are you afraid of?"
"She was the one who insulted us first."
"that is."
"People like that don't deserve to be teachers."
“We’ll go to the principal and file a joint complaint against her. We’ll accuse her of publicly insulting students.”
"Let's go. Everyone, let's go now."
The students in the class all spoke with righteous indignation.
Then we heard a weak voice, but we have no evidence.
"We are not considered evidence."
A clear and melodious voice rang out.
According to the provisions of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law of China, anyone who insults another person shall be detained for up to five days or fined up to 500 yuan; if the circumstances are serious, he/she shall be detained for up to five days or fined up to 500 yuan.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Then that clear and pleasant voice continued to speak.
"However, relevant evidence must be provided, such as: recordings, big-character posters, small-character posters, pictures, newspapers, books, letters, etc."
At this moment, no one cared who had spoken that clear and pleasant voice.
"Who was recording this just now?"
"I didn't. Who was even thinking about recording just now?"
"I don't have any either."
"What about the other students?"
"No."
"No."
After asking everyone in the class, no one recorded the conversation. This didn't include Su Ya, who had been sleeping on her desk the whole time, nor did it include Lu Yichen and Li Zhenfeng, who had no idea about recording.
"What can we do then? We have no evidence."
"We outnumber each other, but we can't compare to the evidence."
Bai Xiao was also furious. This was the first time she had encountered a teacher like this, who berated students with such venom that she wanted them dead. It was as if the student had offended her in a past life and dug up their ancestral grave.
But without evidence, she had no way to prove it.
She sat in her seat, her lips puffed out in anger—it was incredibly cute.
Please check your inbox for new messages.
This is a newly launched message ringtone on WeChat that can imitate various characters.
Bai Xiao chose her favorite anime character.
Bai Xiao opened WeChat and saw that Sister Ya had sent her a recording.
Bai Xiao clicked on it.
Just now, everyone was feeling down because there was no evidence, so they became very quiet. The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Then I heard Zhang Wenhui's voice coming from the phone's speaker.
Are you all brainless idiots? I'm speaking so slowly and you still don't understand. What's the point of going to school? You might as well go home.
Are you all brainless idiots? I'm speaking so slowly and you still don't understand. What's the point of going to school? You might as well go home.
Are you all brainless idiots? I'm speaking so slowly and you still don't understand. What's the point of going to school? You might as well go home.
The sentence was played on a loop three times.
Bai Xiao forgot and directly set it to play out loud.
So everyone in the classroom could hear it clearly.
Bai Xiao wasn't sure either. Wasn't Ya Jie sleeping the whole time? When did the recording start? But the current situation didn't give her time to think about it, so she raised her phone and whispered, "I think I have evidence."
The students in the class all heard that sentence repeated three times.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's all go to the principal, and if he doesn't care, we'll go on strike."
"A strike seems a bit much."
Some students have expressed concerns.
"Do you still want her to come back and teach us? If she does come back, will she still teach us properly? If she comes back, can you guarantee she won't make things difficult for us?"
The three questions in a row stumped him.
The students around them, including the one who had just asked the question, thought about the scene and shook their heads vigorously.
No. I don't want to.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go together."
"The time has come to defend our dignity."
Then I heard a loud voice shout towards the back of the classroom: "Lu Yichen, Li Zhenfeng, do you want to come along!"
"Of course we'll go! How could we miss out on such a great show? Don't you think so, Monkey?"
It turns out the boy who was leading the group was nicknamed "Monkey," and his real name was Hou Haoxuan. Although he was also somewhat lazy and didn't study much, he was different from Lu Yichen and the others. He didn't deliberately bully anyone in class. His only hobby when he came to the classroom every day was playing video games.
He and Lu Yichen had known each other since they were very young; it was Lu Yichen who gave him the nickname "Monkey." However, given Lu Yichen's status, he didn't dare to object. So the whole class found out.
"Bai Xiao woke up Ya Jie. No one from Class 8 of Grade 11 can miss this kind of activity."
Then we saw the large group of students from Class 8 of Grade 11 marching towards Principal Wang's office at Kyoto No. 1 Middle School.
Classes haven't ended yet. There aren't many people on campus.
Lu Yizhen deliberately had Bai Xiao invite Su Ya along. If she didn't participate, Su Ya would face backlash from the entire class. Although Su Ya might not care, as her underling, he couldn't let her reputation be damaged in the slightest.
Before Bai Xiao could call Su Ya, Su Ya had already woken up. She got up and followed her out.
office
Zhang Wenhui was sipping chrysanthemum tea in her office.
She was still dreaming that all the students in Class 8 of the second year of high school would come and invite her back.
She is the Chinese language teacher for both the regular classes and the Grade 11 (8) class.
Last time, the students in the regular class angered her, and in the end, they still asked her to go back.
Moreover, the academic performance of Class 8 in the second year of high school was so poor that no teacher in the school was willing to teach her.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
Until the bell rang to signal the end of class.
However, not a single student showed up at the office door.
Zhang Wenhui couldn't help but feel a little panicked; had something gone wrong?
Principal Wang's office.
thump thump thump
"Please come in!"
Then Principal Wang saw a group of people rush in and fill his office in no time.
"What's wrong? Which class are you in?"
It was the monkey who took the lead and spoke.
“Principal, we are from Class 8 of Grade 11. We are reporting that our Chinese teacher, Zhang Wenhui, insulted students in the classroom and severely punished them.”
"So many of you came here just to talk about this?"
"Yes."
The students behind them said in unison.
"Tell me what happened."
So Hou Haoxuan recounted the whole story in detail, without embellishing anything.
"Principal, this is what happened. Please help us."
"Just listening to your side of the story isn't enough. Do you have any evidence?"
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