Back to school
Where are you? Why aren't you in class?
People outside the school... making a commotion...
Are you gay?
……seduce……
Perverted...disgusting...
Teacher ethics...style
Words floated and flashed in his mind, Zhou Qianling felt dizzy and fell onto the bed.
A nurse passed by and checked on her, and gently reminded her not to touch the back of her head and not to get too emotional.
Zhou Qianling nodded unconsciously, and when the nurse left, she grabbed her hand.
The nurse turned around, puzzled.
"How long can I stay in the hospital?" Zhou Qianling raised his head, his fingertips trembling slightly.
"You only hit the back of your head, and since you were drunk yesterday, we've arranged a bed for you. If you want to be discharged, you can be discharged today. Just be careful not to get any water on the wound."
"Thanks."
Zhou Qianling was discharged from the hospital, but did not return to school. Instead, he took a day off and slept in the apartment.
The next day, when the alarm rang, she slowly got up and while brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, she noticed a dark patch under her eyes.
She didn't know how the situation developed, how long Liu Guiyan had been making trouble, and how she did it.
But, we always have to face it.
When she went out, she stared at the mask hanging by the door, hesitated for a moment and didn't put it on.
As October approaches, the mornings in Yanzhou have already started to get cooler.
Zhou Qianling stared straight ahead with an expressionless face. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the passers-by in his peripheral vision would always take a step back and stare at him when they saw him.
She quickened her pace slightly.
The security lady saw her and greeted her with her usual smile, "Teacher Zhou, are you here for class? What's wrong with your head?"
"I knocked on it."
"How did you do it?"
Zhou Qianling didn't reply. He swiped his card and entered the school with a stern face.
Before the morning self-study time, there were already many students buying breakfast on campus.
A sharp-eyed student spotted Zhou Qianling and pulled his companion over to ask quietly, "Hey, hey, hey, look, is that her?"
Zhou Qianling suddenly felt that he was back in high school.
"No way, is it really necessary to go to such great lengths to seduce someone this pretty? Just beckon me and I'll kneel down and bark, okay?"
Zhou Qianling sprained his ankle.
Is this the new era?
"Hey, could you please look at Lily less?"
"No, haven't you noticed that she's a real cumshot? Her fingers are so long and thin..."
Zhou Qianling curled up his hand holding the book and put it behind the book.
I feel like my fingers have been sexually harassed...
But things shouldn't be that bad, right?
With this mentality, she walked into the office.
The originally lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and like every day before, the teachers occasionally chatted about students and families.
Zhou Qianling walked to his workstation, put down his book, picked up his thermos as usual, made a cup of tea and sat down.
She felt like every movement she made and every inch of her skin was followed by several pairs of eyes, but when she looked up, she saw that everyone was doing what they were doing and didn't even glance at her.
It's not that bad.
When the bell rang for recess, the math teacher rushed in sweating profusely, locked the door behind him, and wiped the sweat off his face against the door panel.
"Huh, these students are too gossipy..." Seeing Zhou Qianling sitting in her seat, she paused and added a "yes". She sat down across from her sheepishly and reminded her, "Um... you should know, right? When you go to class later, remember to use your cold-faced intimidating skills to the fullest, otherwise you won't be able to attend the whole class."
"Okay." Zhou Qianling smiled at her.
"Stop laughing, it's creepy."
…see, it really isn’t that bad.
When the bell rang for the third class, Zhou Qianling walked into the classroom with the test paper in his arms as if nothing had happened.
The clamor of noise quieted down as usual, and if there was anything different, it was probably that there were many more glances at him, no hiding anything, just pure curiosity.
Some students called out to the teacher, but when she looked over, they timidly shut up.
"Okay, let's start the class. The class representative will hand out the test papers."
"Teacher, the class representative asked for leave yesterday afternoon."
Zhou Qianling looked towards the edge of the second row and found that the seat that was always empty was indeed empty.
"Then the squad leader will send it out."
Zhou Qianling did not waste the morning class on lecturing, but instead led the students to review the content of the previous class and then started teaching the new class intensively, trying his best to make up for the two missed classes.
Her pace was quite fast, and since the students were thinking about other things, many of them were already whispering to each other.
Zhou Qianling randomly asked a classmate who was chatting happily to read the text, and the chattering sound immediately disappeared. This was especially true for the introverted students with social anxieties. They wanted to keep their eyes glued to the textbooks, worried that it would be their turn next.
Zhou Qianling stood behind the podium, looking at the lovely students, and felt relieved.
She then asked several students to answer questions about the author's intention in using certain words in the text.
The students' attention gradually shifted to the textbooks.
There were still ten minutes left before the morning get out of class ended, and some students were getting restless again. Some classes outside had even finished class early.
The noise grew louder and louder until students began to lean out the window and look at him as if they were watching a show. Only then did Zhou Qianling realize that something was wrong.
Is Liu Guiyan here again?
"Read quietly."
Zhou Qianling reminded in a cold voice, opened the classroom door and stepped into the corridor.
A group of people just turned out from the stairs. The one in the lead looked aggressive, followed by two policemen. They were comforting a girl in the middle as they walked.
The girl is none other than the Chinese class representative!
Zhou Qianling stood there with confusion in his eyes.
"It's this beast in human clothing, this scum!" The woman rushed forward in two steps to hit him. Zhou Qianling had no time to dodge and subconsciously raised his hands to block his head.
The slap didn't land as he was caught by a policeman.
"Zhang Han's mother, calm down first."
"Calm down?! This damned beast raped my daughter! How can I be calm?"
"Mom! Stop talking..." The class representative lowered his head and wiped his tears, crying out of breath.
Zhou Qianling opened his eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief.
"Student Zhang Han..." Zhou Qianling tried her best to maintain her usual tone and asked, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she cried even louder.
Seeing this, Zhang Han's mother was even more furious, "I'm going to shave you!"
One officer quickly grabbed her, and another officer stepped forward, showing their credentials and explaining, "Teacher Zhou, someone has reported you for forcibly molesting underage students. Please come with us."
She began to feel dizzy again. Zhou Qianling looked at the aggressive parents, the police who stopped her, the crying girl, and the teachers and students who were watching, and felt the world spinning.
Why is this happening?
She shook her head belatedly, "No, I didn't do it."
Her voice was drowned out by the discussions and curses and no one heard it.
Zhou Qianling raised her hand to touch her head because it was hurting again. The police thought she was going to resist, so they grabbed her wrist and turned her over to press her against the fence. They quickly untied the handcuffs from behind and handcuffed her.
Zhou Qianling heard the cracking sound of joints, and the pain made her long-suppressed grievances and anger surge.
"I didn't! I didn't do it!" She turned to the class representative again, controlling her expression so as not to scare her, and asked, "Zhang Han, did the teacher misunderstand you in some way?"
Zhang Han had lost her voice and was only sobbing. After being asked this question, she couldn't hold back her sobs anymore and the frequency of her sobs gradually increased. "I, I..." She couldn't utter a complete sentence. There were only gasps and tears. She felt extremely aggrieved.
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