CHAPTER 190: 189: CHAOS (THIRD UPDATE)

At this point, Ye Ling paused, turned to look at Ji Zhongjun, and spoke as if squeezing words through clenched teeth, "Mr. Ji is forcibly putting this shit on my head, along with his niece. How can I bear this accusation?"

The word "niece" pricked Ji Zhongjun’s face red.

Ji Zhongjun was displeased upon hearing this and became furious, "What do you mean I’m always putting this shit on your head? How can you talk like that? Uncultured, just because you’re from the countryside, you should have some manners. No wonder you were born without a mother’s care."

"Screw this, I’m not taking it anymore," Zhao Guodong roared, and his fist swung towards Ji Zhongjun.

Ji Zhongjun staggered back two steps from the punch. As he was covering the side of his face that got hit, Zhao Guodong’s second punch swung up, and suddenly it turned into a fight. The commotion in the corridor startled the class teacher, who opened the door and came out to see the students hitting a teacher. Naturally, they rushed to separate them.

Zhang Lining, too, had a grim face, strode forward, pulling Zhao Guodong while kicking Ji Zhongjun twice, "You carry the title of a teacher yet speak like a whore. Since that’s the case, there’s no need to respect you."

"What’s going on? Stop, stop." The class teachers couldn’t separate them. Seeing the usually gentle Zhang Lining joining in the scuffle, they knew this matter had escalated.

Wang Ping cursed and went over to kick as well.

Ye Ling also didn’t look happy, but knowing that they couldn’t hit the teacher, went over to pull Zhao Guodong and Zhang Lining apart, finally managing to separate them. The class teachers supported Ji Zhongjun, asking him how he was while criticizing Zhao Guodong and the others.

"Mr. Ji, I respect you as a teacher because you taught me, but you, a teacher, called a student someone born without a mother’s care. Even if Zhao Guodong and the others didn’t hit you today, I would have. You have the quality and manners to say such things? If we lack manners, your manners have surely educated us. Didn’t you say the school will expel us? Fine, let’s clear the air today, no need to involve the parents," Ye Ling said angrily, her chest heaving. "Wang Ping, go to the sophomore class and bring Xiang Weilai here. The love letter was supposedly written by me to Xiang Weilai. Let’s confront Xiang Weilai and see who really wrote it."

"All the teachers are here anyway. Since that’s the case, let’s call the principal and the head of discipline. We’ll make things clear today. If it’s our fault, we won’t need you to expel us— we’ll leave on our own." Ye Ling glared at the teachers who were about to admonish her, silencing them.

A voice happened to interject at this moment, as a person strode over, "What’s going on here?"

Shen Bin, in a suit, walked over with sharp eyes, surveying the scene, especially glancing at Ye Ling to see that she was fine, before looking over at the teachers.

Shen Bin’s sudden appearance surprised Ye Ling and the others. However, Ye Ling quickly thought it through—the parents of the kids from the compound were usually busy, so it was possible for them to send someone over. The initial surprise quickly subsided.

Yet Zhao Guodong and the others felt uncomfortable seeing Shen Bin. Clearly, Shen Bin wasn’t much older than them, but he still exuded an elder vibe, which unsettled them. Zhang Lining showed no expression on his face, while Zhao Guodong looked at Shen Bin with displeasure.

Finally, a teacher responded, though afraid of Shen Bin’s gaze, still narrated what they knew briefly, "... You see, everyone’s bound to make mistakes when angry. Although we don’t know what just happened, when we heard Zhao Guodong say something, hitting shouldn’t have been involved. Students hitting a teacher, where is that acceptable?"

It was the somewhat pedantic history teacher who spoke up.

Ye Ling immediately retorted, "The history teacher is right. We’re all children from uncultured backgrounds, while the cultured ones say others are born without a mother’s care."

Now that Zhao Guodong hitting the teacher had become a thing, Ye Ling could only exaggerate Ji Zhongjun’s fault to overshadow Zhao Guodong’s incident. Otherwise, if the school seriously pursued this, it would likely result in major repercussions. Zhao Guodong and the others were children from the compound destined for college. Having this in their records would not be good for them.

Ye Ling’s intentions were seen through by Zhang Li and heard by Shen Bin, though Zhao Guodong was still puzzled. However, after hearing Ye Ling’s words, his gaze towards Ji Zhongjun became more resolute.

Ji Zhongjun was startled into a cold sweat, instinctively denied, "Stop lying, all of you here. How could a teacher like me say such things? You dare lie because you hit a teacher, but I haven’t said anything like that."

Ye Ling mocked, "Mr. Ji, you did it, or you didn’t do it. They can be hit and cursed, but can’t bear the accusation of lying and being wronged. If you hadn’t said someone was born without a mother’s care, Zhao Guodong wouldn’t have hit you. Who doesn’t know Zhao Guodong was raised by his dad and grandmother? Who doesn’t know I, Ye Ling, was brought up by my grandmother? Who doesn’t know the kids from the compound whose parents rarely have time for them, are often busy in companies rarely returning home? You’re not just insulting us, but all the kids from the compound. You’re looking down on us.

Hearing the transition from students hitting a teacher to the commoners and compound kids’ conflict, Ye Ling figured that was enough. At least, no matter how this was resolved, Zhao Guodong and the rest wouldn’t have this hanging over them.

A gleam flickered in Shen Bin’s eyes as he looked at Ye Ling with a hint of admiration. Without waiting for Ji Zhongjun to argue further, Shen Bin spoke aptly, "Is this Mr. Ji? This time I am here representing the parents of some of these children at school. I didn’t come out right away when I heard you all talking, but I heard everything you said."

Ji Zhongjun’s face turned pale.

Now the history teacher, who originally wanted to help speak up, also shut his mouth, as did the other teachers after exchanging glances.

Zhao Guodong was pleased, feeling he had found a witness and wondered how Ji Zhongjun would argue now. Ye Ling, on the other hand, gave Shen Bin a glance, saw he was looking at her, turned her head ungratefully. Damn, this man had been here all along, merely watching from the sidelines, only appearing after the fight was over. Is he sinister or selfish? Does he have to wait until the fight is over to step in?

Now appearing as a witness, does that make him deserve gratitude? What a joke. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com)