Not many people live here now, because this used to be a dormitory building.
The new teachers' dormitory, the apartment-style type, is already full.
At this moment, there is a faint fragrance in the room.
It was getting dark outside, and the sunset was tinged with orange-red.
Ahri was wearing a casual gray suit with a zipper, a white collar, and her curly hair was tied back. She looked youthful and energetic, even more like a high school student than a high school student.
She's about to start her night run, heading towards the tree-lined path.
The quiet path was sparsely populated, and in some places there were no security cameras or streetlights. If someone wanted to do something bad, they could simply cover someone's mouth and drag them behind a tree, and no one would know.
However, Ahri has been running away for a while and hasn't made a move against her.
Is it because the time hasn't come yet?
Ahri was wearing headphones, but no music was playing; however, she looked like she was listening to music.
Suddenly, a ball flew over from the side.
Ahri was still wondering if someone had deliberately thrown the ball at her.
Are you trying to knock her unconscious?
Soon, a figure moved faster than the ball, rushing to Ahri and reaching out to open the ball.
With a 'bang'.
The ball flew back.
Ah Li stopped, slightly out of breath, and looked at the person who had come in. "Little Song?"
Hello, teacher.
Song Anle stood obediently, wearing a black sports headband on his forehead and blue wristbands on his wrists. He was dressed in a blue and white jersey with the number eight on his back.
And even though she could just call him "Classmate Song," she insisted on calling him "Little Song."
"Were you playing ball just now?"
"Yes, they're playing ball."
Ah Li took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and looked at Song Anle's hand. "Your hand is injured."
Those long, beautiful hands now had a touch of blood on them.
Song Anle hid her hands behind her back and said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury. I probably bumped into something by accident."
"Then you should be careful."
"Okay, I know, teacher. You can continue with your work. I'm going to play ball."
"good."
Ahri adjusted the earphones hanging from her ears and continued running forward.
A normal teacher-student relationship, simple greetings, it all seems so ordinary.
Ahri slowly ran away, but she still left her tissue for him.
Song Anle held the tissue Ah Li had given him in his hand, then turned and walked back.
Behind the tree-lined path, several people lay half-dead.
As soon as Song Anle returned, he was surrounded by his classmates.
Someone looked in the direction where Ahri had run off and asked, "Is the teacher alright?"
"It's okay, just be more careful next time."
Song Anle stretched out his hand and glanced at the bloodstain on it. It wasn't his blood; it belonged to someone else.
It's really an eyesore.
Suddenly, Song Anle kicked the person on the ground, saying, "Come on, repeat yourself, what do you want to do to Teacher Su?"
"Brother Song, we won't do it again, we'll never do it again! We were wrong, we know we were wrong."
"How dare you scum call him Brother Song? Call him Grandpa Song!"
The people around Song Anle also surrounded him, and another round of punches and kicks ensued.
These bastards wanted to do something bad to Su Li, and they were saying all sorts of filthy things.
By sheer coincidence, someone overheard it and it reached Song Anle's ears.
Song Anle and his men came to ambush the person, beat him up, and when he threw a ball at him, he didn't control his strength well and the ball flew away.
Thankfully, Ms. Su is alright.
Song Anle and the others beat the people until they couldn't get up. Only then did he slowly squat down, grab one of them by the collar, and say, "I'll say it again, Ms. Su is our class's homeroom teacher. She's a teacher. If you continue to use your brain full of lewd nonsense and speak recklessly, I don't mind smashing your heads open."
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