Chapter 411: Chapter 371: Indifferent as a Chrysanthemum Mother? The Young Lady Casually Sabotages 11
The first class was taught by the homeroom teacher. When she saw that Su Zhiruan had changed seats, she first showed confusion, but to avoid delaying the class progress, she continued teaching the students by raising her textbook.
When she walked into the classroom today, she noticed at first glance that the classroom was quite different; not only had Su Zhiruan changed her seat, but the perennially disordered pile of trash at the back had also become spotlessly clean at some point.
Moreover, the boy who was usually the best at opportunism in the class now sat next to the pile of trash, but there was not the slightest dissatisfaction in his eyes. It seemed no one forced him, and occasionally, his eyes darted toward Su Zhiruan, revealing a pleasing smile.
This made the homeroom teacher quite curious. Although she had some knowledge of the goings-on in the class, after some thought, she chose not to intervene actively. The students in her class were either rich or noble; their families held significant status. If she intervened rashly and caused their displeasure, or worse, provoked dislike toward Su Zhiruan, she would lose out on both fronts. It was better to let things take their course.
The scene today, however, genuinely surprised her; she had not expected such a situation to arise.
The 40-minute lesson ended quickly, and the dismissal bell rang as scheduled. The students all let out a sigh of relief, but the events that puzzled the homeroom teacher were yet to come.
Usually, as soon as the dismissal bell rang, the students would immediately spring up, completely ignoring that the homeroom teacher was still in the room, and start chattering and laughing; but today, the homeroom teacher did not leave the classroom, and she did not even announce the end of class.
The dismissal bell rang on the PA system, but the students remained motionless. No one dared to move. Everyone’s gaze converged at the same point.
As the homeroom teacher pretended to tidy up her books, she observed them closely and noticed that most of their gazes were fixed on Su Zhiruan’s head.
This discovery intensified her curiosity, so before leaving, the homeroom teacher simply called Su Zhiruan, holding books in her arms, “Su Zhiruan, I need to see you. Come with me to the office.”
When Su Zhiruan heard her call, she nodded, closed her book, pushed it aside, and obediently stood up, saying, “Yes, teacher!”
As the people around her saw her stand up, they immediately cleared a path for her, as if they wanted no contact with her, even their facial muscles involuntarily twitched.
Before leaving, Su Zhiruan quietly swept her gaze across the class. Under the deterrence of her look, many retracted their prying eyes and continued whispering and minding their own business.
They all knew that the current Su Zhiruan was truly crazy; she was capable of anything. If someone made her unhappy, she was really likely to hit them directly.
Only a fool or a simpleton would actively seek her out and then get beaten up by her.
Of course, some people didn’t care about this situation because, after all, Su Zhiruan was just a girl.
In their eyes, they could easily pin her down with just a few buddies.
But they also had concerns; getting a few people to beat up Su Zhiruan was easy, but the consequences were unpredictable. Their previous behavior could at most be considered teasing a classmate.
Even if the police were called or the school was told, due to their family’s influence and the fact that Su Zhiruan had not suffered substantial harm, the incident, at worst, could be shrugged off as a practical joke among classmates since everyone in the class did the same. Their actions would not stand out.
But intentionally getting people to harm her would constitute an assault crime.
The wealthy young heirs didn’t want to be inexplicably burdened with such a criminal charge. Su Zhiruan’s presence didn’t interfere with everyone; usually, they bullied her just because she seemed weak. It wasn’t due to significant enmity; at most, it was due to peer pressure and a mentality of bullying the weak.
Nobody wanted to inexplicably carry a criminal charge, especially not the offspring of privileged families in the class. Their pampered lifestyles did not cause their brains to rust; instead, it made their minds even more active.