Chapter 120 A Flood of Complaints
The two boys dragged themselves back to their seats, and before leaving, they deliberately stepped on the books on Shen Xuewei's floor a few more times.
Shen Xuewei watched this scene, silently picked up the book, wiped it clean, and sat down in her seat.
She rummaged through the schoolbag under the desk, her face darkening as she stared at Lu Yonggui.
Did you just go through my backpack?
Her schoolbag showed signs of being rummaged through, and more importantly, the notebooks that the school had just awarded her as a prize, which she had put in her schoolbag, were now missing.
The notebook is not important, nor is the ten yuan in it.
The important thing is that if this kind of thing happens once, it will happen again, and we can't let it continue like this.
Fortunately, she had written in a secret notebook and kept it in her suitcase; she hadn't brought it with her.
If I brought it to the classroom, Lu Yonggui would have taken it...
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath.
Before being assigned to a class, she had never interacted with Lu Yonggui, nor had she offended him in any way.
However, some people's malice comes out of nowhere.
Lu Yonggui grinned maliciously: "It's overturned, so what can you do to me? If you've got the guts, come and hit me."
Shen Xuewei exuded a chilling aura, stared at him for a long time, and then suddenly revealed a strange smile.
"You just wait."
Lu Yonggui didn't take it seriously: "Just wait and see what you can do to me."
The math teacher walked in with textbooks. "Class, let's begin."
Shen Xuewei never dares to be distracted in math class, because if she is distracted, she might forget everything.
Although her math scores in her previous life weren't the best in her class, they were still in the top ten.
Later, I missed two lessons because I was on leave, and I was distracted for two more lessons. After that... it was like listening to gibberish.
She wanted to listen carefully, but Lu Yonggui had no intention of letting her off the hook.
Seeing that she seemed to be holding back and not daring to offend him about what had happened before, he became even bolder.
He would either kick Xuewei's chair until it sank, or snatch her book while she was reading.
Shen Xuewei, unable to bear it any longer, raised her hand to complain: "Teacher, Lu Yonggui always kicks my chair and won't let me study properly."
Although the classes were reassigned, the math teacher on the podium, Ms. Cao, was still the same teacher who taught Shen Xuewei in the first year of junior high.
Seeing Shen Xuewei raise her hand to complain, he paused for a moment, then looked at Lu Yonggui's foot, which had not yet been pulled back, and his hand that was on Shen Xuewei's math book, and his face immediately darkened.
She threw a piece of chalk at Lu Yonggui's forehead, "What's your name? It's one thing if you don't study properly, but why are you disturbing other people's studies?"
Seeing that she wasn't as easy to talk to as their homeroom teacher, Ms. Xue, Lu Yonggui quickly withdrew his hands and feet.
"Teacher, I was just joking with her."
Shen Xuewei seized the opportunity to accuse: "Teacher, I'm not joking. He previously stepped on my textbooks and dirtied them, and went through my bag and took my notebooks and money."
Teacher Cao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "Give it back to her, did you hear me?"
Lu Yonggui shrank back, but argued, "Teacher, she's slandering me! I didn't take it!"
Shen Xuewei quickly reached under his desk and pulled out several notebooks.
She turned the page and found the money tucked inside.
"You said you didn't have it, but it's right here."
Teacher Cao stepped down from the podium, flipped through Lu Yonggui's book, and recognized his name.
"Lu Yonggui, the evidence is right here. What do you have to say?"
Lu Yonggui vehemently denied it, saying, "I bought it with my own money. Who said it was hers? Just because money and notebooks look the same doesn't mean they all belong to Shen Xuewei."
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Teacher Cao took a deep breath.
She had previously taught Shen Xuewei for a year.
She believed she knew Shen Xuewei quite well and wouldn't deliberately lie to frame someone.
Compared to Lu Yonggui, he naturally believed Shen Xuewei's words more.
However, although Lu Yonggui's argument was sophistry, it still contained some flawed reasoning. What if Shen Xuewei was wrong or misunderstood?
Shen Xuewei looked up at Teacher Cao with a serious expression.
"Teacher, you can check his notebooks, flip to the last page of each notebook, and see if there's anything written on that bill."
With Lu Yonggui looking on nervously, Teacher Cao reached out and picked up the notebooks, turning to the last page.
Then, he took out the banknotes tucked in the notebook and looked at the writing on them.
She forced a smile, held up the words written on it to Lu Yonggui, and asked:
“Lu Yonggui, come here and tell me, if it’s your stuff, why is Shen Xuewei’s name written on it?”
Lu Yonggui pursed his lips, unable to speak.
Teacher Cao returned the items to Shen Xuewei and tapped on Lu Yonggui's desk.
"Come to my office after class."
Taking the opportunity, Shen Xuewei said, "Teacher, I don't want to sit with him. He always disturbs my studies. Can I change seats? Or, I can sit by myself."
Teacher Cao agreed to Shen Xuewei's request almost without hesitation.
"Okay, then the teacher will change your seat."
There are 55 students in Class 3 of Grade 8. She looked around and was about to arrange a seat change for Shen Xuewei.
Just then, the homeroom teacher, Ms. Xue, jumped in through the door.
Upon seeing her, Lu Yonggui felt as if he had seen a savior and hurriedly cried out, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. Could you please not make Shen Xuewei change seats?"
Teacher Xue looked at Shen Xuewei with some displeasure. "Shen Xuewei, can you please stop making a scene? This is a school, not your home. Don't take advantage of your good grades to do whatever you want and never give up until you get what you want."
"The class is a group, not a place for you to show off. If you continue like this, I'll give you a demerit."
Shen Xuewei laughed in exasperation.
What kind of homeroom teacher is this? Is he blind?
Does she do whatever she wants? Does she act arrogantly?
She considered herself to be in better shape now that she had been reborn, but she was still so angry at the other person's unreasonable words that she almost jumped up.
Teacher Cao couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up for Shen Xuewei.
"Teacher Xue, please understand what happened before you make accusations. Shen Xuewei was the one who was bullied. Don't always show favoritism towards... other students."
She paused, but ultimately didn't say the words "male classmate".
She felt sorry for Shen Xuewei.
It's incredibly unlucky that Xue Xiaomei took the top spot in the grade and sent him to the second year of junior high (3).
Xue Xiaomei is bad at teaching and bad at managing students. She's fine as a regular subject teacher, but she insists on becoming a homeroom teacher.
She has only been at Mingda Middle School for a few years, and the classes she has taught almost all had the worst grades.
So many good students have been ruined by her.
The teachers were all complaining, but since the other party had a brother-in-law who was a vice principal, they didn't dare to do anything to her.
After learning what had happened, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Xue Xiaomei's eyes.
"I thought it was something serious. It's nothing. Just have Lu Yonggui apologize and it'll be over. We're classmates, so don't make a big deal out of it."
"Alright, let's get to class. Don't even mention changing seats. It's only the beginning of the semester, why would we need to change seats?"
She uttered those two sentences lightly, then turned and left the classroom.
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