What did this mean?
As an ordinary teacher, Chen Xiaoya might have to worry about the complicated connections behind those two privileged students. But if Lin Mo were to speak up personally, the nature of the matter would be completely different.
As long as Lin Mo made his stance clear, even if he just casually mentioned, "These two are an eyesore in Class Eight," the principal would absolutely pack them up and send them away overnight.
After all, when it comes to weighing the pros and cons, adults have always been faster than anyone else.
The terrible things those two had done had already provoked public outrage. Kicking them out of Class Eight would not only appease the anger of the masses but also do Lin Mo a favor. Why wouldn't they do it?
Fang Jun and Cai Junhuang returned to the classroom.
Inside the classroom, the originally restless atmosphere had been forcibly suppressed by Brother Chun on the podium. Although everyone had returned to their seats, the burning spirit of gossip in those dozens of pairs of eyes had not been extinguished at all. In particular, the gazes directed at Zhou Nianqian carried more or less the implication of looking at trash.
"Reporting in!"
Brother Chun caught a glimpse of the two at the door, and his tense shoulders relaxed a bit. He waved them in, "Come in. Is everything settled?"
Fang Jun nodded. "There's an issue. Wang Qin and Zhou Nianqian need to go to the office. The homeroom teacher wants to understand the situation; this matter is very serious."
Hearing these two names mentioned together, Brother Chun frowned imperceptibly.
The filthy things Zhou Nianqian had done hadn't been completely finalized yet, but anyone with a discerning eye knew exactly what was going on.
Brother Chun was also a father. Putting himself in those shoes, if his own daughter had been schemed against like this, he would probably risk losing his teaching certificate just to give this little beast a couple of kicks first.
He forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and swept a cold gaze over Zhou Nianqian. "Did you hear that? Go to the office."
Just then, a harsh sound of a chair scraping against the floor broke the silence.
Jiang Yunlu stood up.
The young girl's back was perfectly straight, and her eyes were exceptionally resolute. "Teacher, this matter involves me. I am one of the parties involved, so I am going too."
As soon as these words came out, the whole class was in an uproar.
Many people looked at each other in dismay, but on second thought, this matter really did have to do with Jiang Yunlu, so they felt it was only natural.
If she shrank back at a time like this, she would equally be criticized.
Jiang Yunlu stepped out, remembered something, paused for half a second, and turned back to take a deep look at Xie Yuling.
If Xie Yuling hadn't warned her, Wang Qin might have really gotten into trouble.
Therefore, no matter what, she had to protect Wang Qin.
At the very least, she couldn't let her friend fall into a difficult situation because of her.
Looking at Jiang Yunlu's protective stance, Brother Chun didn't waste words and waved his hand. "Alright, go on. Make things clear."
After the three of them walked out of the classroom, Brother Chun picked up the eraser and knocked it heavily on the podium, sending chalk dust flying.
"That's enough! What are you all craning your necks to look at? That's office business and has nothing to do with you. Bring your focus back. We have a lot of material to cover this period. I don't usually like to drag out class, so don't force me to make an exception. Those who want to gossip can do so after class. Now, look at the blackboard!"
With that, he began the lesson.
In the corridor, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.
Jiang Yunlu walked in the front, holding Wang Qin's arm. Her steps were quick and hurried, as if she were being followed by something filthy.
Zhou Nianqian lagged behind, his face so gloomy that it looked like it could drip water.
He stared at Jiang Yunlu's back ahead, frantically reviewing in his mind which part of his plan had gone wrong.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He took a deep breath and quickened his pace to close the distance, squeezing out a trace of the gentleness and chivalry he usually employed. "Yunlu, listen to me explain. There must be a misunderstanding here..."
"Stop."
Jiang Yunlu slammed to a halt and turned around.
This stop was so sudden that Zhou Nianqian almost bumped into her.
"Zhou Nianqian, right?" Jiang Yunlu's voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as ice shards. The calm look she usually gave him was long gone, replaced by an undisguised, visceral disgust.
"First of all, I'm not close to you, and I don't plan to be. At first, I thought you were at least human, but I didn't expect that you aren't human at all."
Jiang Yunlu took a half-step back, opening up an absolutely safe social distance. Her eyes looked at him as if he were a pile of non-recyclable trash. "Please remember this: stay far away from me and Wang Qin in the future. I don't want to know you, much less disdain to associate with a despicable scumbag like you. Hearing you call me 'Yunlu' just now made me feel sick to my stomach."
After saying that, she pulled Wang Qin away without looking back, not even sparing him a glance from the corner of her eye.
This kind of direct, in-your-face humiliation left Zhou Nianqian frozen in place. The hypocritical mask he usually maintained so well shattered instantly.
How was this possible?
How could a pushover like Wang Qin dare to expose the matter?
Zhou Nianqian stared intently at their departing backs, his nails digging deeply into his palms. Intense frustration and shame made his temples throb.
The script had fallen apart.
Completely fallen apart.
Arriving at the office, there were quite a few teachers inside.
When Zhou Nianqian suggested they find a quiet place to explain, Jiang Yunlu directly interrupted his attempt to control the narrative.
"Say it right here! You dare to do it but don't dare to let people know? Then why did you dare to do such filthy things? Weren't you afraid of losing face when you did it?!"
Zhou Nianqian's face could barely maintain a basic expression.
He took a deep breath forcefully, thinking to himself that he couldn't lash out, he couldn't lash out.
Subsequently, Wang Qin clapped her hands to signal the other teachers in the office to look over.
This scene made Zhou Nianqian's eyes nearly split open in fury.
"Come, come, teachers, take a look at what this student named Zhou Nianqian has done. He..."
Before she could even finish speaking, Zhou Nianqian could no longer suppress his arrogant pride and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
As he spoke, he had already raised his hand, preparing to slap Wang Qin.
In his eyes, hitting a person was nothing at all.
However, in the next second, Zhou Nianqian's wrist was firmly grabbed.
No matter how hard Zhou Nianqian tried, he couldn't push it down.
"Enough, Zhou Nianqian! This isn't a place for you to throw your weight around!"
Jiang Yunlu's voice was cold and filled with disgust.
Zhou Nianqian didn't expect that he wouldn't be as strong as Jiang Yunlu. He immediately swung his other hand, trying to push her away.
But Jiang Yunlu's foot was a step faster than him.
With one kick, she sent Zhou Nianqian flying backward.
Everyone in the entire office was stunned.
The current Jiang Yunlu was not what she used to be. Possessing true qi, her physical fitness was also strengthening day by day.
She hadn't even used true qi for that kick just now; otherwise, Zhou Nianqian would probably be half-crippled.
For some reason, a flash of inspiration hit Jiang Yunlu. She spread her hands and said with an aggrieved look, "I was just defending myself. You teachers can testify to that. I just didn't expect him to be so weak against a kick."
It was a very strong taunt.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaoya also had an ashen face. She directly picked up the landline and called Shen Zhongping and Li Yan.
In this kind of situation, school leadership absolutely had to intervene.

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