"A misunderstanding? Then let the police tell us whether it's a misunderstanding or not?" Madam Zhang sneered, raising her chin. "I'm calling the police!"
As she spoke, she gave the girl who appeared at the door a cold look.
Her position was directly facing the entrance, so she noticed Xie Li's arrival immediately.
Xie Li paused for a moment, seemingly ignoring the veiled malice in Madam Zhang's eyes, and still politely raised his hand to knock on the door: "Teacher."
After receiving permission, she walked straight into the office, her expression calm and her attitude neither humble nor arrogant.
When Teacher Ye saw her like this, she liked her very much.
How could such an obedient child be the violent criminal or criminal reserve that Mrs. Zhang described?
She pulled Xie Li to her side, trying her best to keep a gentle expression, afraid of frightening the girl.
"Xie Li, don't worry. We asked you to come here to find out some things. Did you beat up Zhang Jingyang after school yesterday, causing serious injury? Mrs. Zhang said that Zhang Jingyang vomited blood and fell into a coma after returning home..."
Xie Li's long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly as she spoke, "No."
She did beat up Zhang Jingyang, but that was because Zhang Jingyang deserved it. But vomiting blood and fainting? Could Madam Zhang's excuse be any more falsified?
“Okay.” Teacher Ye immediately believed her and turned to look at Mrs. Zhang seriously. “If you insist on identifying Xie Li as the culprit who beat Zhang Jingyang until he vomited blood and fainted, then we should call the police and let them decide.”
She's tolerated Madam Zhang for so long, so why is she bossing her students around?
Mrs. Zhang: "..."
She mentioned calling the police, but it was just a ploy to provoke Xie Li. After all, a girl of that age is not mature enough, and she would probably panic if she heard that the police were involved.
She didn't really believe her son's story about being slapped a dozen times by Xie Li, since the family doctor had examined him and found that Zhang Jingyang didn't have any soft tissue contusions on his face; his complexion was rosy and healthy.
But since Xie Li dared to provoke the young master of the Zhang family, she couldn't let him off easily.
She's determined to make sure Xie Li can't stay at Linjiang No.1 High School today!
Mrs. Zhang: "Go ahead and call the police! Xie Li not only beat my son, but also sent the young master of the He family to the hospital. Do you think the He family will let you off the hook?"
The head of the teaching department was stunned. Everyone had witnessed He Jingxuan vomiting blood and fainting in front of them yesterday.
However, "He Jingxuan said that Xie Li didn't hit him." This was something he had confirmed repeatedly yesterday.
Mrs. Zhang suddenly stood up: "Fine, so Linjiang No. 1 Middle School is deliberately protecting her? I'm not only going to call the police, I'm going to expose you to the media!"
Dean of Students: "..."
That's a bit of sophistry.
But he was also helpless; he couldn't really let someone go and make a scene in front of the media. He hesitated and looked at Xie Li, "Xie Li, you went to the alley behind the school yesterday, right? Tell me in detail what happened..."
Wenling suddenly spoke up: "Some classmates said that they heard you and He Jingxuan agree to fight in the alley behind the school yesterday. Is that true?"
He pursed his lips, his gaze icy, staring intently at Xie Li.
If Xie Li dared to lie, he could just throw the evidence in her face.
Xie Li remained calm from the moment he entered, and did not avoid the question.
"To be precise, Zhang Jingyang came to my class and told me that he had found someone to deal with me, so I went over."
“Zhang Jingyang arrived first. He admitted that on the second day of school, he threw my physics and math books into the school's artificial lake. He also borrowed clothes and a wig from Jiang Yu from the second-year advanced class and sneaked into the girls' locker room to put snakes and rats in my locker.”
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