"Why are you holding my girlfriend's hand?" Jian Jiaoyang glared at the boy.
"What do you mean your girlfriend? Lin Zhiya is my, Zheng Rui's, girlfriend!" The boy gripped the short-haired girl's hand tightly.
Zheng Rui, a student of Grade 12 Class 1, was in the top ten of the grade.
"You! Xiaoya is my girlfriend! Everyone in Class Seven saw her confess to me!" Jian Jiaoyang grabbed Lin Zhiya's other hand, his gaze fierce.
Lin Zhiya shook off Jian Jiaoyang's hand: "Jian Jiaoyang, that was just a prank!"
"What did you say?" Jian Jiaoyang could not believe his ears.
Lin Zhiya took a deep breath: "My best friend and the others said that the Class Seven boss, Jian Jiaoyang, had a strange personality and asked if I could conquer you. I said I could, and then I went to try it."
"Tried... it?" Jian Jiaoyang repeated these two words with difficulty.
She tried it.
He believed it.
And then she told him it was all just for fun??
"I admit my starting point was wrong, but I was your girlfriend for a month!" Lin Zhiya said righteously:
"You, a trash student from Class Seven, once having a top student girlfriend, isn't that your honor!"
"Hon... or?" Jian Jiaoyang's brain was buzzing.
So he had already become so humble that even being deceived was a gift bestowed by the deceiver!
"Do you understand now? Xiaoya never wanted to really confess to you!" Zheng Rui looked disgusted.
Things having reached this point, Jian Jiaoyang had nothing more to say.
His throat felt dry. He took out the necklace he had bought after saving money for a month, stared at Lin Zhiya, let go, and dropped it on the ground.
That was the sincerity he had been too late to give away.
He turned around in despair.
"Who gave you the confidence to think that Xiaoya would like a Class Seven student like you?" Zheng Rui pressed on, being extremely insulting:
"Is it that new student in your class, Ye Wushuang? That scheming bitch who only knows how to secretly record videos?"
Jian Jiaoyang, who had already been about to leave, turned around abruptly, smashed a punch into Zheng Rui's face, and said angrily:
"Who the hell told you to talk about the Queen like that?"
Ye Wushuang might be cold, and she might be a woman of few words, but she had never looked at them with disdain or disgust.
As for the matter with Brother Chen, all things considered, Ye Wushuang could be said to have saved him.
He absolutely, absolutely, absolutely would not allow anyone to talk about Ye Wushuang like that!
"Jian Jiaoyang, are you crazy?" Lin Zhiya was dumbfounded.
Jian Jiaoyang didn't hit Zheng Rui because of her, but instead stood up for Ye Wushuang. What does this mean?
Could it be that she, Lin Zhiya, was not even as good as that village girl Ye Wushuang?
Zheng Rui touched his bruised corner of the mouth and smashed a punch back!
"Boss!" When the Class Seven students saw Jian Jiaoyang being hit, they immediately went up to beat Zheng Rui.
"Classmate Zheng!" When the Class 1 students saw someone from their own class being hit, they also joined the melee.
Sharp-eyed students reported this matter to the relevant teachers early on.
Liu Jing was the first to arrive, and it took all his strength to pull Jian Jiaoyang and Zheng Rui apart: "Jian Jiaoyang, what are you doing!"
The teachers arrived, the melee subsided, and both groups had bruises on their faces.
"He insulted the Queen!" Jian Jiaoyang pointed at Zheng Rui.
"No matter how big the matter is, one must be reasonable. We are educated people; what is the difference between fighting casually and the thugs on the street!" Liu Jing scolded loudly.
Everyone nodded repeatedly.
Look, a teacher is a teacher; he is much more mature and steady.
"So, trash is trash; no matter how much you teach, it's useless." Huang Jiajia, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, walked over and commented casually.
Smack.
Liu Jing punched him, grabbed Huang Jiajia by the collar, and said hysterically: "Who the hell told you to call my students trash! They are not trash! They are living, breathing people! You cannot humiliate them like this!"
Everyone: "..."
So much for educated people being reasonable and not using their hands!
"Teacher Liu, let go quickly!" Teachers from all sides arrived one after another and separated Liu Jing and Huang Jiajia.
"Liu Jing! You actually hit a woman! You are not a man!" Huang Jiajia covered her eyes and screamed:
"A trash teacher teaching trash students, and the trash students are having class in a trash teaching building. A perfect match! A perfect match!"
"Class Seven is indeed full of trash. If I stepped on the answer sheet with my foot, I would still get a higher score than them!" Zheng Rui's expression was full of disdain.
"Exactly!" The students of Class 1 echoed in unison.
"Ye Wushuang is no better." Lin Zhiya attacked Ye Wushuang directly: "This person could only drag others down in Class 2 back then. Now that she's gone to Class Seven and even became the Queen of Class Seven, it's really hilarious!"
"Enough!" Jian Jiaoyang shouted.
He had heard enough of the word "trash"!
"Didn't you say that even if you stepped on the answer sheet with your foot, your score would be higher than ours? Then let's compare the results of this monthly exam! If our scores are higher than yours, you, you, you, and all of you—"
Jian Jiaoyang's index finger pointed in turn at Huang Jiajia, Zheng Rui, Lin Zhiya, and the group of Class 1 students who participated in the fight:
"All of you must publicly apologize to Class Seven and the Queen!"
This was the only, and most powerful, counterattack!
After saying this, Jian Jiaoyang took the Class Seven students and left.
As soon as the aggressive students returned to their lair, they collapsed, their faces looking like they wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Boss, I admit you were very cool just now, but how are we going to beat those top students in the monthly exam?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know. I was just being impulsive!"
Jian Jiaoyang knocked his head against the wall, just wanting to find a piece of tofu to crash into and die.
"It's not good! Teacher Liu is going to be fired!" A classmate ran in from outside:
"Huang Jiajia went to the Principal to complain about Teacher Liu, saying that Teacher Liu used force against a woman and is unworthy of being a teacher.
The Principal discovered that after Teacher Liu started leading our class, our class's grades didn't rise but fell instead, so he said that if our class's average score in this monthly exam is still failing, he will fire Teacher Liu directly!"
Everyone was anxious.
"Huang Jiajia still has the nerve to say Teacher Liu is unworthy of being a teacher? When the Queen was slandered yesterday, didn't she also go up and tell the Queen to apologize and admit her mistake to Sun Hongxia and her son! She is the one who is unworthy of being a teacher!"
"How could we possibly pass? Everyone's books are brand new except for the table of contents!"
"Hitting someone is a stain on his teaching career. If he leaves Feibird, will any other school want him?"
"I remember Teacher Liu's family is very poor. Even the travel expenses to Feibird were scraped together by his grandfather selling the family's sheep. If he loses this job, then his family..."
The class bell rang.
Liu Jing returned to Class Seven with a calm expression to teach. Today's first period was Chinese.
"Turn your books to page thirty."
He acted as if nothing had happened and picked up a piece of chalk to write on the blackboard.
His arm, however, could not help but tremble.
Hitting someone was his fault.
But he really could not bear it anymore.
Why should children who are not good at studying be wantonly humiliated by others?
Below the stage, the girls began to cry, and some boys also secretly wiped away tears.
"Is crying useful? Instead of having time to cry, you'd better seize the time to study and find a way to overtake Class 1!"
Jian Jiaoyang almost snapped the pen in his hand, his mood irritable.
He not only wanted to pass, he also wanted to beat Class 1 and make the people from Class 1 and Huang Jiajia apologize to them!
"It's useless. There are only 15 days left until the monthly exam. Unless a miracle happens, it's impossible for you to beat Class 1." Liu Jing lowered his arm, his tone calm.
The gap between Class Seven and Class 2 was too large.
The two were like clouds in the sky and mud on the ground; what was there to compare?
"Give me 15 days, and I will return a miracle to you."
Ye Wushuang appeared at the entrance of the classroom, her red lips slightly open.
If it weren't for Zheng Rui insulting her, Jian Jiaoyang would not have taken action, nor would it have led to the melee between the two classes and Liu Jing hitting Huang Jiajia.
Since this matter started because of her, then let her be the one to solve it.
She could use the way the organization cultivated assassins' knowledge reserves to teach these students.
That was different from the school's gentle way.
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