"Ying Yunsheng." Lin Chengshuang poked his arm, lowering her voice like a thief, "He's the one who came in first place."
Ji Li: "So?"
What do you think of him?
"What do you mean, how about it?"
“That face, those eyes, that attitude,” Lin Chengshuang asserted, “it’s obvious he’s no good.”
“Uh…” Ji Li felt that the other party’s hostility towards others this time was really a bit inexplicable.
He thought for a few seconds: "What did your mother do to you?"
Lin Chengshuang: "?"
"Did they ban your game account? Install location tracking on your phone? Or cut off your allowance?"
"Well……"
"Neither," Lin Chengshuang sighed. "She wants to find me a tutor."
"Doesn't she neglect your studies?"
"That was assuming I didn't cause any major trouble." Lin Cheng's eyes were filled with resentment. "This time you dropped out of first place in the grade, and she always felt that I was the one who led you astray. The night the grades were posted in the parents' group, she made me swear to your grandma that I would get into a top-tier university in two years."
"Well……"
"If she fails the exam, she will turn her back on her family and cut off all her descendants."
"Well……"
What are you thinking about?
"I'm wondering if I should try to get second place a few more times."
"Well……".
Ji Li carried the box up to the fourth floor and delivered it to the classroom door before returning to the classroom along the same route.
The desk on the left, which was empty before I left, is now occupied.
Jian Mingyuan never expected that the spot he had just randomly chosen would be next to such a towering figure. He almost knocked over his chair when he stood up: "Academic genius?"
Ji Li felt that the other person looked somewhat familiar.
Jian Mingyuan could tell from his expression that he didn't remember, and tried to rouse his memory: "I saw you at the dormitory entrance last Friday night."
I remember now.
The boy wearing bright red pajamas with the words "ward off evil" printed on the front.
Ji Li nodded and went to his seat.
After his initial shock, Jian Mingyuan was overwhelmed with excitement. He had originally wanted to chat with him and soak up some of the academic genius's aura, but when he saw the other man pick up his pen, he silently swallowed his words.
It's fine to waste your own time, but it's a sin to waste other people's time learning about God.
The homeroom teacher of Class 1, Arts, was surnamed Mao and named Xianzhi. He came over during evening self-study and showed his face to everyone. However, after his self-introduction, more people remembered his nickname "Handsome Brother" than his full name.
Mao Xianzhi said, "It's not the official start of school yet, let's have a class meeting first."
Mao Xianzhi said, "This isn't a regular evening study session. Let's check the new dormitory numbers first."
Mao Xianzhi said, "We don't need to rush to do practice problems and study right now. Let's elect the class committee and such first."
The students below were all among the top students in their respective classes, and they had never encountered a homeroom teacher like this before. They were quite shocked by the words of their new and old homeroom teachers who advised them not to study all the time.
Mao Xianzhi flipped through the roster with a "whoosh": "Any students who want to volunteer can come up now."
No one answered.
High school is such a short time, we don't even have enough time for ourselves, so who wants to meddle in other people's business?
Mao Xianzhi said, "If no one comes up, I'll just pick one randomly."
Still, no one answered.
Mao Xianzhi stood on the podium, not feeling embarrassed, staring at his watch for five minutes. He then lowered his hand, as if he had expected, and said, "Alright, it seems I'll have to choose."
After finishing, he looked down at the roster and said, "Just go by grades."
"Uh..." Mao Xianzhi looked at the first name: "Ji Li, class monitor, any objections?"
Ji Li was silent for three seconds: "No."
Mao Xianzhi nodded, then looked at the second one: "Cui Zhuoyue, the study committee member, any objections?"
A girl with a ponytail looked up and said, "Yes."
"What's your opinion?"
Can I refuse?
"Yes, but I will reject it."
"Uh..." Then what's the point of asking this question?
Next, let's look at the third one: "Wu Yiqing, the literature and art committee member, any objections?"
This time, it was a short-haired girl who spoke up: "Yes."
"What's your opinion?"
"Am I allowed to leave my post without permission?"
"Sure, but I'll make sure that every time someone fails in their duty, they have to read a self-criticism on the flagpole."
"Uh..." This kind of operation is too embarrassing for a student, and the girl just doesn't have the nerve to do it.
Continuing with the fourth one: "Ye Ruhui, the sports committee member..."
"Teacher," a boy in the audience said, leaning back in his chair, "can I just choose to read the self-criticism?"
Mao Xianzhi didn't even look up: "Okay, but I'll take a picture of everyone when they go on stage, and I'll Photoshop them into colorful Lolita Hanfu JK skirts for free, and share them in the parents' group."
The boy almost fell off the chair.
A row of shocked faces looked up from below.
Jian Mingyuan turned to look at Ji Li, his tone full of admiration: "Top student, no wonder you agreed without even a word of protest."
"Uh..." By the later stages of the class meeting, the students had become numb.
After Mao Xianzhi finished his announcement, he packed up his computer, USB drive, and student roster and left, leaving behind a classroom filled with groans and lamentations.
A few seconds later, Mao Xianzhi returned: "By the way, all the newly elected class officers, come to my office. I'll have a little private meeting with you."
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The office is on the second floor.
The desk in the corner belonged to the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Science. A person was standing in front of the desk, wearing a school uniform jacket, looking down at the potted plant in front of him.
The homeroom teacher of Class 1 in the science stream was a female teacher surnamed Zhang. She spoke very gently and softly: "Yunsheng, I called you here not to ask you to do anything. You just need to explain why you hit someone."
A parent nearby slammed their hand on the table: "What's there to explain? He's already admitted to hitting someone, what's there to explain?!"
"Parent, we must first find out if there are any hidden circumstances..."
"How can this matter be considered closed once a hidden story is uncovered, and there's no need for justice? Does he think my son deserved to be beaten like this, and that he's in the right to hit people?!"
"We will definitely impose penalties where they are warranted, but prior verification is also a necessary procedure..."
"Or is it that just because he's one of the top students in your class, you teachers can be blind and protect him? You turn a blind eye to my son's poor grades and the resulting grievances? I trusted you enough to send my son here, and this is how you teachers behave?!"
A cough interrupted their standoff.
Mao Xianzhi put down his computer: "Should we leave?"
The moment the words left his mouth, a large group of students suddenly rushed into the office.
It would be too embarrassing to lose face in front of so many people, so the parent swallowed back the words that were on the tip of their tongue and barely suppressed their anger: "Teacher Zhang, just tell me how to handle this."
Teacher Zhang turned around and called out again, "Yunsheng?"
Ying Yunsheng stood ramrod straight, absentmindedly counting the number of leaves on the potted plant on the table, but his face remained submissive.
Teacher Zhang's voice softened again and again: "Did you and Shen Huai have some kind of conflict before? Why did you fight?"
Suddenly, seven or eight more gazes fell upon him.
Ying Yunsheng raised his eyes and saw the person who had suddenly appeared in the office.
Everyone else looked away the moment he looked at them.
Only Ji Li didn't look at him. Instead, her gaze fell on the boy standing behind his parents, whose eyes were swollen and bruised like goldfish. It took her several seconds to recall before she could equate him with Xiong Yi.
When she turned her head, she met Ying Yunsheng's dark eyes.
A second or two later, Ying Yunsheng was the first to look away, ending the eye contact, and said, "He bullied me first."
Seeing that she had finally gotten the other person to talk, Teacher Zhang quickly pressed, "How did he bully you?"
“He had someone ambush me after school, and I resisted.”
The parent immediately became agitated: "What nonsense are you talking about? It was clearly my son who was beaten! The bruises on his eyes haven't even faded yet, and you're here causing trouble? Is this the kind of quality students have these days?"
Ye Ruhui curled his lip: "Those who make sweeping generalizations are all out of their minds."
Seeing that the other person's words were getting increasingly harsh, Teacher Zhang interrupted again and asked, "Where did this happen? At school? Did anyone else see it? Are there any security cameras nearby?"
Ying Yunsheng remained silent.
There's no way there could be security cameras in that kind of alley. Everyone else present besides him was called over by Shen Huai and wouldn't speak up for him. If anyone else could vouch for him…
Ying Yunsheng twisted the hem of his clothes with his hand hanging behind his back.
"Mom." Seeing the situation was at a standstill, Shen Huai spoke up in time, but his words once again ignited the parents' anger.
"Teacher Zhang, give me a straight answer! Can this matter be resolved? Assaulting someone and then covering it up with slander—your school dares to accept such scum?!"
Teacher Zhang gently advised, "Parent, please calm down..."
"Charge! All of you, charge!"
Teacher Zhang fell silent.
"If this goes well, I'll treat you to dinner at the Crown Club!"