Little girl, can’t you tell this is diplomatic language?
Where, where.
I’m not an eight-year-old kid anymore, you can’t trust a woman’s words. Can you guarantee that after I describe everything in detail, you won’t tell your husband who practices Sanda?
Eighteen years old, afraid of East University’s selfie stick.
"Ahem, teacher, you’ve got the face of the moon and flowers, looks really aweso." Jiang Nian mumbled, "It’s just the school rules holding us down, otherwise each and every one of us wouldn’t be able to focus on studying."
Zhuang Wenqian felt like he was swearing very crudely, but had no evidence, so she squinted her eyes and touched her chin.
"Jiang Nian, you’re not a good person either."
"Teacher, do you know this is the aluminum copper gesture?" Jiang Nian gestured the gun hand movent while touching the chin, directly changing the topic, "Could it be..."
"What?" Qianbao couldn’t keep up with his jumping thoughts, bewildered.
"I don’t know either, saw it on Xiaohongshu." Seeing her interest, Jiang Nian pushed the topic even further, "Once you open Xiaohongshu you’ll...."
Ten seconds later.
Jiang Nian leaned back tactically, "Teacher, are you the one called momo?"
"Why, that’s the system’s default na."
"Last ti I was cursed by a girl nad momo, let see if it was you, teacher." Jiang Nian said while trying to open her Xiaohongshu ssage list.
"What..... what are you doing!" Qianbao blushed, covering the phone on the table with her hand, "Are you the teacher or am I the teacher? Stand up, we haven’t even talked about your blank paper incident yet!"
Ah, damn, little girl!
Got nervous didn’t you.
Clearly you’ve done this kind of thing many tis, a graceful female teacher in real life, a big sprayer on the virtual network, huh. Fine, fine, worthy of being the purple big spray mushroom of society.
"Alright, alright." Jiang Nian surrendered.
No choice but to, as the horoom teacher Lao Liu ca in, probably drawn by the scent. Damn, why does it feel like everyone’s protecting that bastard Yu Tongjie.
Even if he jumps, it’s none of my business.
Psychologically a hundred percent healthy.
"Teacher Zhuang." Lao Liu smiled slightly, greeting Qianbao, "Is the conversation over? I have sothing to discuss with Jiang Nian."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian turned to look at Qianbao, wildly signaling with his eyes.
Qianbao, you’re the prettiest!
"Didn’t talk about anything, just brought him to the office to sit for a bit." Zhuang Wenqian smiled, "It’s over now, Teacher Liu, feel free."
Qianbao, you’re such a wicked woman!
Ring ring ring.
The class bell rang, and horoom teacher Lao Liu waited at the door for a while. When no students were at the door, he led Jiang Nian into the office and got him a chair.
"Have a seat, want so tea?" Lao Liu asked.
Truly-- tea in the office.
Zhenan Middle School, as the favored child of the neighboring education bureau, alma mater of many successful alumni, has a well-funded budget, practically rolling in wealth.
The office has all the facilities, desks, chairs, computers, and heaters complete.
"Sure." He nodded.
Lao Liu took out a can of tea leaves from a drawer, "Then make a cup too while you’re at it."
Jiang Nian: "????"
You teachers are all the sa, aren’t you?
"Okay, teacher." Jiang Nian smiled, thinking at least he could drink a cup himself.
Three minutes later, Jiang Nian and Lao Liu drank hot tea synchronously, taking a sip with eyes squinting instantly. After swallowing, they exhaled long breaths and slowly closed their eyes.
This was the fourth period, and most teachers without class in the office had left, leaving just the two of them.
Lao Liu slowly opened his eyes, "Jiang Nian."
"Here."
"Ahem, about what happened in the English class, I talked to so students." Lao Liu put down the teacup, "It’s not your fault, but after all, it’s the sa class."
"It’s not my fault, then I don’t have a problem." Jiang Nian said, "I didn’t even curse him, just stated the facts."
"I know, but after all, it’s senior year, a special ti." Lao Liu advised earnestly, "Yu Tongjie speaking behind your back about cheating is indeed his fault."
"Teacher, but you’re going to say however, again?"
"Sigh, just consider it for the teacher’s sake, Yu Tongjie is introverted and might have psychological issues..." The horoom teacher hesitated, "In any case, not blaming you."
"Just consider it helping the teacher, how about it?"
"Not good, teacher, actually I have ’yuyu syndro’." Jiang Nian folded his arms, frowning, "Severe bipolar, easily somatized when bullied."
Lao Liu: "....."
He was most afraid of students like Jiang Nian, fearless and bold. This personality made him hard to deal with, basically soone who never lets a rabbit escape.
"Yu Tongjie’s mom..."
"Teacher, why are you cursing?" Jiang Nian interrupted, righteously, "Though Yu Tongjie talking about my cheating is disgraceful, teacher, you shouldn’t curse him either."
Lao Liu was silent for several seconds, this darn kid really is... stubborn.
"His mother is....."
"I know, my mom works at the sa place." Jiang Nian said nonchalantly, "I don’t know what his dad does, probably works there too."
"If a child is uneducated, it’s the father’s fault, don’t you think, teacher?"
"I ant his mother told that Yu Tongjie had no friends in his previous class." Lao Liu explained, getting up to refill Jiang Nian’s tea.
Jiang Nian’s expression softened, his aggression lessened.
"Thank you, teacher."
"No need, just help out, how does that sound?" Lao Liu didn’t sit down, speaking sincerely.
"Teacher, why don’t you talk to Yu Tongjie?" Jiang Nian didn’t answer directly but retorted, "If he apologizes to , it’s over."
"His personality is a bit hard to discuss."
"My personality is twisted too."
Lao Liu felt awkward, "The teacher knows you’re a good student, you wouldn’t make things too difficult for others."
"Does a good person have to have a gun pointed at them?" Jiang Nian stood up abruptly, "If he can do sothing like this, doesn’t he have any awareness of his own character?"
The office instantly fell into silence, Lao Liu sighed helplessly.
Jiang Nian was unmoved, just saying a few words to conclude it?
What about the apology?
If Yu Tongjie doesn’t pay the price, then Lao Liu, the horoom teacher, has to make up for it.
A taciturn honest person will just follow the explicit rules given by teachers or elders, superiors, too embarrassed to fight for their own interests, overly concerned about face, and will just be constantly disgusted by people.
In reality, after suffering grievances, often either choose to endure a little longer or explode in anger splattering blood five steps away.
Jiang Nian chose the middle path, not accepting others’ solutions, striving for his own interests.
The horoom teacher didn’t bring it up but if he did, surely he’d go after this bastard. Unless... there was suitable compensation to dispel this thought.
After two minutes, Lao Liu lowered his voice and said a few words. Jiang Nian’s eyelid twitched at the words, his face unchanged, and he also lowered his voice for negotiation.
"I’ll get a long-term dical record of a chronic disease, you have to approve leaving for night self-study classes in the future, teacher."
"Nonsense, don’t even think about it." Lao Liu looked displeased.
Jiang Nian saw hope, "Then let’s discuss it further."
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