Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The First High School, Grade 3 Cla.s.s A, the cla.s.s teacher Peng Yimeng walked into the cla.s.sroom.

Peng Yimeng was as cute as her name suggested. She was a thin and small silver-haired girl. Rather than calling her a teacher, she was more like a student.

Even the school's doorman often got her wrong.

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When she had just arrived at the teaching building, she had already noticed the abnormality.

It should be said that as long as one was not blind, they would be able to notice the abnormality.

A large number of students were wrapped in spider silk like mummies, hanging upside down on the first floor of the cla.s.sroom building,

A gentle breeze blew past, they swayed slightly like a wind chime.

The scene looked very strange.

She walked into the cla.s.sroom. Tables, chairs, and benches were overturned, and the windows panes were shattered all over the floor.

A few students were s.h.i.+vering at the back door.

Only Fang Yuan was standing in the middle of the cla.s.sroom, looking like the Shura G.o.d of War.

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Another beautiful girl, who was long and straight hair was sitting at the back of the cla.s.sroom. She was flipping through the pages of a book, as if this scene had nothing to do with her.

She was the daughter of the Chen family, the flower of The First High School, Chen Ying.

She was also one of the few Cla.s.s A students who did not partic.i.p.ate in the attack on Fang Yuan.

“Why are there only so few people in the cla.s.s?”

Peng Yimeng's voice was also baby-like, sounding soft and gentle. “Where's the disciplinary committee member?”

“Here I'm.”

“Weren't you maintaining cla.s.s discipline before the teacher came?”

“I was maintaining cla.s.s discipline.”

“If you said you were, then where did the other students go?”

“Because they didn't follow the rules, I threw them out.”

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“…”

Peng Yimeng was silent for a long time, then she couldn't help but laugh. This cla.s.s A seemed to be more interesting than she had imagined,

“So you're the transfer student from Cla.s.s D, Fang Yuan?”

“Yes.”

“It seems that you've already had a full exchange with the students in your cla.s.s. Since the students who didn't follow the rules have been invited out of the cla.s.sroom, then let's continue with the cla.s.s.”

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The cla.s.sroom was riddled with holes, and Peng Yimeng was actually still in the mood to continue with the lesson.

And when Fang Yuan heard her say this, he actually found a desk to sit down at and started to listen to her lecture seriously.

Because of the chaotic battle just now, most of the tables and chairs were either broken or overturned. For some time, he really did not find a quiet desk.

Only student Chen Ying had an empty seat next to her.

He walked straight over and sat down.

He listened attentively to the cla.s.s. It was until the cla.s.s was over that the students who had been thrown out of the cla.s.sroom by Fang Yuan came back one after another.

When they saw the cla.s.s teacher in the podium, they immediately filed a complaint and reported against him.

“Teacher Peng, this Fang Yuan had a conflict with the students as soon as he entered the cla.s.s. This is not in accordance with the school rules. I suggest that he be expelled immediately.”

“His attacks were serious. He injured many of the students. Especially Zhang Yu, Li Yi Zheng, w.a.n.g Zi Jun and a few other n.o.blemen were also beaten up.”

“This affects the relations.h.i.+p among cla.s.smates. Cla.s.s A can't tolerate him, and the school can't tolerate him.”

…

The report flooded the podium like a tsunami.

Some sophisticated students even used their family background to pressure Peng Yimeng.

“Teacher Peng, my father is the deputy director of the Education Bureau. I hope this matter can be properly handled.”

“My mother is a specially appointed professor at the PET research inst.i.tute in Chuxin City. If she knew that I was beaten up, she would definitely not let it go.”

“Before my grandfather retired, he worked at the city hall. Although he retired in the past few years, he is still able to have a few words to say to some of his old friends who have been promoted. I feel that Fang Yuan, a commoner, has offended his superiors. Setting a precedent is really inappropriate and should be severely punished.”

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“…”

As everyone knew, the students who were able to attend Cla.s.s A of The First High School had extraordinary family backgrounds.

It could be said that they were either rich or n.o.ble.

They were either able to summon the wind and the rain in the business world, or able to act swiftly in the political arena. There were also some who had made achievements after joining the army.

In any case, everyone's family had a certain amount of capital.

With Fang Yuan's commoner background, he naturally could not afford to offend any of them.

Peng Yimeng herself was also from the commoner cla.s.s, and she could not bear to see n.o.ble children bullying others with their power.

When everyone started gossiping and accusing, the whole story was told as if Fang Yuan was a bully causing a ruckus in Cla.s.s A.

Only then did Peng Yimeng cough twice, clear her throat and said, “You guys stop for a moment, let me hear what cla.s.s monitor Chen Ying has to say.”

Just now, Chen Ying had stayed out of the matter, and a bystander could see clearly.

She stood up and told them the whole story.

Although her att.i.tude caused many of the students who wanted to take revenge on Fang Yuan to be unhappy, her family was the most prominent among Zhang, w.a.n.g, Li and Chen, the four aristocratic families. Her background was here, no one dared to cause trouble in front of her.

“Regarding student Chen Ying's statement, does anyone have any objections?”

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Everyone was silent.

“Alright, then I understand.”

Peng Yimeng nodded, she gave her plan. “Firstly, Zhang Yu, Li Yizheng, w.a.n.g Zijun, and most of the other students, without permission, initiated a pet battle in the cla.s.sroom, violating the school rules. As they have already received appropriate punishment, they will not be punished further for the time being

Secondly, student Fang Yuan, as the Cla.s.s A discipline committee member, gave advice to students who did not abide by the rules. It was originally a good thing, but the way he dealt with it was too violent. In actual fact, his actions also violated the school rules that forbade pet battle. Furthermore, it caused a negative impact on a small number of other students who did not partic.i.p.ate in the battle. Without the rules, nothing can be accomplished. He should be punished slightly. Let Fang Yuan apologize to the students who did not partic.i.p.ate in the battle.”

The people below the stage were dissatisfied.

F*ck! We had all been beaten up to this state!

He was neither expelled from the school, nor Cla.s.s A.

Fang Yuan only needed to apologize, and casually put the matter behind him?

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It was like he was raising his hand up high and letting it go lightly.

Zhang Yu was the first to raise his hand. He rubbed his b.u.t.t that was about to break into eight pieces and struggled to stand up. “I don't agree. Hitting someone is a big taboo in school. It can't just be that simple.”

“That's true. How about this?”

Peng Yimeng knew that Zhang Yu was the initiator of the attack. The one who should be punished wasn't Fang Yuan, but him.

However, she did not say much. With a thought, a sly smile appeared on her face, “Tomorrow is the first test after the third year of high school. Before that, the school has a mobilization meeting. Let Fang Yuan apologize to all of you in front of all the teachers and students. How about that?”

When the audience heard Teacher Peng's words, it seemed that the severity of the punishment had increased.

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They all cheered.

Zhang Yu did not think much about it and nodded his head in agreement with the teacher's solution.

He tilted his head and said to Fang Yuan, “Tomorrow, I will bring a video camera to record your apology and repeat it on school television.”

The students who were beaten seemed to have vented their anger.

After cla.s.s, they returned home in groups of twos or threes.

Only the pretty girl, Chen Ying, who was sitting next to Fang Yuan, gave a strange look at Peng Yimeng, who could not help but laugh on the podium. She shook her head helplessly and said in a low voice, “You're right. Teacher Peng looks like a cute little girl who is pink and tender. When cut open, her heart is black.”

Her best friend asked curiously, “You mean… ?”

Chen Ying sighed. “Don't tell me these people really think that Teacher Peng would make Fang Yuan apologize in front of the entire school, and that the one who would lose face would be Fang Yuan?”