Classroom of Grade 10, Class 5.
They saw a boy bursting into the room urgently.
"Something big happened, something really big."
"The guy from the next class, Jiang Zhiyi, got into a fight in the bathroom with someone. It sounds pretty serious, even Old Li was startled, and now everyone involved has been called to the office."
"What happened?" someone immediately craned their neck to ask.
"Seems related to the transfer student in our class."
As soon as these words dropped, everyone turned to look in Shen Weiyi’s direction.
Shen Weiyi also lifted his head from his textbook.
Qin Zhen grabbed a book and slapped it on the table, "Alright, if you’re going to talk, do it in one go. Don’t beat around the bush, acting like you’re doing a solo comedy act."
"Yes, yes, Sister Qin," the boy chuckled.
"It looks like some guys were talking out of line..." he said, glancing involuntarily in Shen Weiyi’s direction, "and just happened to run into Jiang Zhiyi, who beat them up."
These past few days, the school had suddenly been buzzing with rumors of Shen Weiyi being an illegitimate child, and many people knew about it, with plenty of whispering behind her back.
Most likely, those guys were talking about this.
After listening, Qin Zhen looked at Shen Weiyi, "Fighting in Jiu Middle School can lead to a serious reprimand, and if it’s bad enough, you might even be expelled from the school..."
Seven or eight boys were standing in two rows, each with a bruised face.
"This is outrageous, absolutely outrageous. Look at yourselves, is there anything about you that resembles students? To those unaware, you’d seem like a bunch of street thugs."
"Director...ouch...this isn’t our fault, this kid just rushed in and started hitting us, we were only defending ourselves," the boy who got hit first said indignantly, glaring in Jiang Zhiyi’s direction.
He was the most heavily injured among them. Speaking caused pain in the wounds on his face, making him grit his teeth and grimace.
"Bullshit, if it weren’t for your filthy mouths, we wouldn’t have laid a hand on you," Li Yue interjected loudly before the other could finish speaking.
He wasn’t in much better shape, with a swollen bruise near his eye.
The others also had varying degrees of injury on their faces.
The disciplinary director finally turned to Jiang Zhiyi, his face stern, "You tell me, what exactly happened?"
Miaozi had potential but was a little unruly. Every month he seemed to get into some kind of trouble.
Jiang Zhizhuo was also injured, with a bruise on his chin and a broken piece of skin at the corner of his mouth.
Now that the director was questioning him directly, he pursed his lips and wouldn’t speak.
"I’m talking to you, what, you’ve gone mute?"
"Director, I have nothing to say," Jiang Zhiyi said, standing laxly, his bangs hanging over his forehead, his gaze defiant, showing no attitude of admitting to any wrongdoing after the mistake.
Director Li was so angry his hair seemed ready to stand on end, "Fine, fine, you’re so tough, fighting in school, do you realize how egregious this is? Do you even have the school rules in your eyes? I think you might as well just not bother with school at all, all of you can just roll on home!"
"They deserved to be hit," Gu Xun said indifferently, looking at the people across from him.
The group opposite opened their mouths as if to retort, but, catching sight of Director Li watching them like a hawk, they swallowed their words and could only glare furiously.
Director Li, extremely aggravated, slammed the table, "You’re impossible, this is a school, do you think you’re in an underground boxing gym? Throwing punches as soon as you disagree, why don’t you just ascend to heaven then?"
"Director, director, it’s really not our fault, it’s mainly because their mouths are too foul," Li Yue raised his voice to argue.
Director Li glared at him, "That doesn’t give you the right to start hitting people."