They were all ambitious to get into the top class, so they had been studying hard during this period, working until one or two in the morning every day. Being ignored by Wenling like this made them feel a little sad.
The head of the teaching department saw everything and sighed.
He knew that Wenling had a problem with Teacher Ye. After all, two of the injured students were from the top class, and they were usually the top students who were carefully protected by the school.
"Go back now, everyone! Don't you know what time it is? Class is about to start, you know that?!"
The dean of students started to shoo people away, and only after all the students had turned and walked towards the stairwell did he turn around and push open the office door.
Then I saw Wenling standing there stiffly, with a cold expression.
The head of student affairs asked, puzzled, "Aren't you going in?"
"What are you doing?" Wenling finally spoke, but his voice seemed to be wrapped in ice, each word cold and detached.
"What exactly did you do to my students?"
He could hardly believe it; the moment he pushed open the door, he saw He Jingxuan kneeling in front of Xie Li.
Wenling took a deep breath. "This is a school. Don't you have any respect for the law?"
He had witnessed Xie Li's prowess firsthand; even after Xie Li ordered him to stop, Xie Li still forcibly took Zhang Jingyang away, demonstrating Xie Li's arrogance and complete lack of restraint.
But he didn't expect that Ms. Ye, a teacher, would stand idly by while such bullying occurred right under her nose.
Wen Ling's expression grew even colder: "Are you Xie Li's parent? Does having money and power mean you can do whatever you want? You..."
He felt as if flames were burning in his chest. He refused to believe that these people could control everything.
"Wait!" Madam He was taken aback. "Are you talking about me?"
She looked at Wenling, thought for a moment, and said, "Aren't you Teacher Wenling? We spoke on the phone. I am He Jingxuan's mother."
All the words in Wenling came to an abrupt end.
He Jingxuan stepped forward somewhat awkwardly to explain, "Teacher, this is my mother. She brought this to apologize to Xie Li and express her gratitude."
Mrs. He rose gracefully, smiling as she said, "Hello, Professor Wen! I was in the capital the whole time, and I'm so grateful for your help with Jingxuan's matter..."
This is her son's homeroom teacher. Mrs. He had originally planned to come, since she was already here, she thought it would be good to take the opportunity to meet her son's homeroom teacher.
“However, what you just said…” She looked at Wenling with some confusion.
In that instant, Wenling lowered his head, looking utterly disheveled.
But he quickly regained his composure: "Hello, Mrs. He, but if I'm not mistaken, He Jingxuan was kneeling on the ground just now?"
What kind of parents would let their son kneel down to someone?
Mrs. He's smile was impeccable: "It's like this, my son had some health problems and fell ill yesterday. Fortunately, Xie Li went to the hospital today to deliver medicine and saved my son's life..."
"Mrs. He came here specifically to express her gratitude." Teacher Ye smiled gently. She had a mild temper and knew that Wenling had misunderstood, so she quickly tried to ease the atmosphere.
"This is a banner sent by Mrs. He. Director, where do you think it would be best to hang it?"
Wenling stared at the banner that read "Teaching and nurturing people, virtuous and talented," and felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face.
The head of academic affairs smiled and said, "It's all thanks to you all for teaching Xie Li to be so successful. Put him on the school's honor wall."
This is the first time Linjiang No.1 Middle School has received a banner because of a student, which is very memorable.
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As Xie Li was leaving, Teacher Ye called her back, "My class is next period, let me go with you."
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