The physical education teachers rushed over, and there was a circle of people lying on the field.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the people lying on the ground were all boys from Class 2.
Some people had blood all over their faces, while others were clutching their stomachs and legs, screaming in agony.
The two teachers were immediately upset.
Igan came here intending to help.
As a result, Lu Qingyao didn't let him move a single finger. He single-handedly took down all seven or eight students from Class Two without letting them touch him at all.
It was only later that Yiganlu realized that this person was probably not Yimu's follower or anything like that; he was the one who was hiding his true abilities.
The student who reported the incident said that the two classes were fighting, but the scene looked more like a one-sided brawl.
Rongcheng is the best high school in the city, and most of its students come from wealthy or privileged backgrounds.
When something like this happens, the school's first instinct isn't to call the police, but to suppress the matter as much as possible.
Turn big problems into small ones, and small problems into nothing.
Ms. Lu and Li Xiaoyun received calls from the school one after the other.
One of them was in a meeting, and the other was writing a lesson plan.
Ms. Lu handed the meeting over to the vice president, picked up her bag, and drove her red BMW to the school.
After hanging up the phone, Li Xiaoyun, in her panic, knocked over the water on the table, soaking the lesson plan she had just written.
Li Xiaoyun, disregarding her lesson plan, grabbed her bag and walked to the stairwell before realizing she hadn't taken her car keys.
She was in a flurry of activity. After parking her car at the school, she knocked on the door of the academic affairs office and saw Ms. Lu sitting on the sofa.
Two middle-aged men sat opposite her, along with a woman wearing glasses and with a stuffy demeanor.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm late!"
Li Xiaoyun didn't notice the amazement in the eyes of the two male leaders. She apologized repeatedly and sat down next to Ms. Lu.
Her movements were stiff, and her back was uncomfortably hunched, which contrasted sharply with Ms. Lu's upright and assertive posture.
The female leader shifted her gaze from Ms. Lu, a faint, disdainful smile playing on her lips.
"Since you two are here, let me explain the situation first. Lu Qingyao's mother, your son broke a classmate's nose, kicked out one of the teeth, dislocated that person's jaw, and the other six people are covered in bruises. Whether they have internal injuries still needs to be determined."
Ms. Lu sincerely admitted her mistake: "I will severely punish Lu Qingyao for his mistake and make him apologize to his classmate. At the same time, we will be responsible for all the medical expenses and compensation for mental distress of the injured classmate."
The two male leaders chimed in, "It's wonderful that Ms. Lu is so reasonable."
The female leader gave a soft snort: "I'm afraid the parents of those students who were beaten won't let this go so easily."
Upon hearing this, the male leaders displayed a subtle expression on their faces.
The student whose nose was broken by Lu Qingyao with a basketball was the female leader's nephew.
Because of this relationship, that kid was very unruly at school.
Who knows how many students are secretly cheering this time he was beaten?
Ms. Lu is a powerful businesswoman who excels in the business world. The little tricks that female leaders use are really no match for her.
She changed her posture, crossed her legs, and smiled, exuding an aura of confidence.
"Oh? So, according to the teacher's advice, what should I do to appease those parents?"
Which parent comes to school without feeling apprehensive?
Even if they are powerful and influential outside, when it comes to the teachers who teach their children, they are no different from parents in ordinary schools, fawning over them and eagerly offering gifts.
This Ms. Lu is an exception. She is not simply like those nouveau riche clowns who make a fuss over every little thing.
She sat there casually, her smile containing something incomprehensible, as if she were sitting on a genuine leather sofa in her own company, not a sofa in a school office.
The female leader, remembering her formidable son, puffed out her chest and arrogantly said, "I am not a teacher, I am the Dean of Students of Ronggao High School."
Ms. Lu laughed out loud, as if she had heard a fairy tale: "So the head of the teaching department isn't considered a teacher?"
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