"I can guarantee it. If I can't guarantee it, why would I throw it? I'm a monk, I won't take people's lives casually, except for the most wicked people." Wuchen shouted even louder than the headmaster.
Although she disliked Du Ziwen, this woman only disgusted her with her words; she was just bluffing and wouldn't actually kill anyone.
The dean of students was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened even more. He pointed at Wuchen and cursed, "You're unrepentant, spouting nonsense! You even have the nerve to call yourself a monk! Which monk is as vicious as you? You...you...you've disappointed me so much!"
Ye Qingqing hurriedly explained, "Director, my sister really is a nun. She's not lying. I have proof."
She pretended to rummage through her bag and pulled out a few photos from her personal space. These were photos she had taken of Wuchen and the two monks in the temple as souvenirs when she left the temple years ago. She kept all the important things in her personal space.
In the photo, Wuchen is wearing a gray monk's robe, with a bald head that shines brighter than a light bulb, standing between two masters, with a temple in the background.
Ye Qingqing handed the photo to the head teacher. "This photo was taken when my sister was seven years old. Before she was seven, she lived in a temple and was raised by two monks. My sister didn't grow her hair long until she was ten. Also, she has always been a vegetarian and never eats meat. You can ask Wuchen about this."
The head of the teaching department looked at the little bald head in the photo, then at the stubborn Wuchen. His appearance hadn't changed much, and it was obvious that it was the same person. His expression softened a bit.
"Even if she wasn't lying, her act of throwing people was appalling, and she didn't realize her mistake, thinking she was right."
Ye Qingqing said with a smile, "Director, I also need to clarify this. My sister can really guarantee it. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child and has superhuman strength. I'm not bragging, but even a hundred people like you, Director, would not be a match for my sister."
The head of the teaching department's face darkened even more. He finally understood that this family was all talk and no action, from the eldest to the youngest. He was a 178cm tall man, and even if he didn't know martial arts, he wasn't a pushover. A hundred of them wouldn't be a match for him. Hmph, they underestimated him too much!
“It has nothing to do with quantity,” Wuchen suddenly interjected.
The other teachers didn't understand, and neither did the head of the teaching department. What did it mean?
"It's like comparing an elephant to ants. Ten thousand ants are no match for an elephant. It has nothing to do with quantity; they're not even in the same league. There's no point in comparing them." Wuchen gave an analogy, then looked at the dean of students and said seriously, "Dean, you are old and frail, and you haven't done anything wrong. I won't lay a hand on you."
The head of the teaching department was as black as charcoal. He was not even sixty years old. How could he be old and frail?
The other teachers kept their faces serious; they were discussing something very serious and couldn't laugh.
But this female classmate named Ye Wuchen is really funny, and they also realized that Ye Wuchen is not heartless, but actually stupid, or in short, an idiot.
Ye Qingqing glared fiercely, then said ingratiatingly to the dark-faced head teacher, "Head teacher, please don't take this brat to heart. She always speaks without thinking, but I really didn't lie to you. My sister is indeed a kung fu master. If she says nothing will happen, then nothing will happen."
"What guarantees do you have? The acceleration and inertia of a five-story building are so great, how can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong?" Du Ziwen's father questioned, completely disbelieving.
"So your daughter is fine, isn't she?" Ye Qingqing said.
“That’s because my daughter was lucky,” Mrs. Du said shrilly.
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