Sheng Tang took her coat.
The homeroom teacher, with a cold face, called her to the office without saying a word.
The snow on the ground was very thick, and Sheng Tang was worried about slipping, so she walked slowly.
Once they were in the homeroom teacher’s office, she closed the door and then exploded.
"...Do you have any idea how bad the impact of this is? The school prohibits early romance, haven’t I told you this countless times?" The homeroom teacher was furious.
She already knew about Gu Jiahui sending flowers.
Sheng Tang: "I’m not in an early romance..."
"Still arguing!" The homeroom teacher cut her off angrily, "Keep your little tricks to yourself, do you think I can’t see them? You’re not allowed to date, and even if you pull some stunts in private, I can still turn a blind eye.
Publicly delivering flowers to the classroom door, what kind of behavior is that? You don’t need to attend class today, go call your parents to school, this matter must be dealt with."
Sheng Tang looked at her quietly: "Teacher, I’m really not in an early romance, why are you jumping to conclusions?"
The homeroom teacher was even angrier.
Looking at her like that, if it weren’t for the school rules prohibiting corporal punishment, she really would have slapped Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang patiently explained: "Gu Jiahui has invited me to join the student council several times, I refused him, and because I didn’t sell him my song, he deliberately targeted me."
"Why doesn’t he target others?"
"That’s truly a timeless question." Sheng Tang smiled, "Why don’t you ask him yourself, why he doesn’t target others and insists on opposing me?"
The homeroom teacher wanted to say something, but Sheng Tang interrupted: "So, you’re saying that I also have a problem?"
That’s exactly what the homeroom teacher meant.
Sheng Tang’s smile turned cold: "When you encounter a rape case, it’s because there’s a rapist; when you encounter violence, it’s because there’s a violent person; why does Gu Jiahui oppose me, because he wants to.
Teacher, based on your question, do I need to be a perfect victim to meet your expectations?"
The homeroom teacher was so angry she could explode.
Sheng Tang looked at her coldly: "You bully a powerless student like me, pushing all the blame onto me. I can’t accept this."
Then, she turned and opened the door to leave.
The homeroom teacher didn’t expect her to be so assertive, she stood there for two seconds, stunned, and then shouted angrily: "Come back here."
Sheng Tang ignored her.
The homeroom teacher chased to the office door: "If you take another step, I’ll make sure you can’t continue your studies."
Sheng Tang stopped.
The snow drifted around her, snowflakes landing in her hair and on her eyebrows.
At this moment, Sheng Tang’s eyes were cold and sharp: "You’re threatening me? Then, let me return the favor: if you create more trouble for me, I’ll make sure you can’t continue teaching!"
With that, she walked away quickly.
It was unclear if her expression was frozen, but by the time she returned to the classroom, her face was blank.
Jiang Baocu was very worried: "What did the homeroom teacher say?"
Sheng Tang lowered her head to send a WeChat message, answering casually: "Nothing much."
She had always been even-tempered, never showing the slightest displeasure in front of others, no matter how unhappy she was.
No one is obliged to digest another person’s negative emotions, Sheng Tang was very mature in this regard.
But today, Jiang Baocu could clearly sense her unhappiness, like she was extremely angry.
Sheng Tang had always been good at navigating situations, leveraging strengths against each other, but she had never been as embarrassed as today. She had a kind of youthful, undying rage in her heart.
That anger was like turbulent waves accumulating in her small chest, unable to vent, crashing back and forth, almost shattering her heart.
Her face expressionless, she sent a message to Song Chen, as if joking with a smile: "Brother Song, today I acted like a real badass..."
Song Chen: "Really? Tell me all about it."