The system, timid and not daring to make a sound, knew it was it that had woken Ming Li.
System: ...It felt wronged, but it kept silent.
After finishing the breakfast made by Mother Jiang, Ming Li went to school. Just as the class bell rang, Ming Li, carrying her schoolbag, walked into the classroom. As she headed to her seat, she noticed many eyes on her, some filled with disdain and contempt, others with schadenfreude.
Ming Li: ...?! Stay calm, stay calm.
As soon as Ming Li sat down in her seat, she saw her deskmate looking at her with an equally unusual gaze.
Ming Li: ...?! Her brow furrowed slightly, she probably knew what was going on.
Ming Li scanned her surroundings. The few girls who had caused trouble yesterday were indeed not in the classroom, and she could guess where they had gone without even thinking about it.
As expected, when the teacher arrived to start the lesson, Ming Li was called to the office by another teacher.
Ming Li arrived at the office and saw those few dishevelled girls saying something to their homeroom teacher. Upon seeing her, they stopped talking.
The homeroom teacher for Class Seven was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing glasses, giving an impression of kindness and approachability. Ming Li walked up to her homeroom teacher and heard a somewhat stern voice, "Jiang Ming Li, I heard you bullied a classmate!" It wasn't a question, but a statement, as if she were convinced that those people had been bullied by her. Ming Li had no idea what those girls had told her.
Ming Li's expression was calm, showing no signs of panic from being called to the office. "Teacher, do you have proof?"
Ming Li's question made the homeroom teacher pause, and she cast a suspicious glance at the girls.
Those girls: ...?! Proof? Aren't the injuries they sustained from being beaten by her proof?! Is this Jiang Ming Li stupid?!
So, the girls rolled up their sleeves, preparing to show the homeroom teacher the injuries they had received from Ming Li yesterday. But as soon as they rolled up their sleeves, they froze. Some of them even raised their hands to rub their eyes, then looked at their arms again, only to find nothing there.
Those girls: ...?! No, where are our injuries?! Where are the injuries from being beaten by Jiang Ming Li yesterday?!
Seeing them just rolling up their sleeves and looking around without speaking, the homeroom teacher frowned, coughed lightly, and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say Jiang Ming Li hit you? Where's the proof?"
Those girls: ...?! Teacher, would you believe me if I said the evidence disappeared?
Seeing that the girls were still standing there silently, the homeroom teacher asked again, "If there's no evidence, what about the injuries? It's not possible that Jiang Ming Li hit you and left no marks, is it?!"
Those girls: ...?! I have to say, teacher, you've hit the nail on the head.
Seeing that the girls in front of her remained silent, the homeroom teacher's frown deepened. She glanced at Ming Li, who was standing indifferently to the side, then at the flustered girls in front of her. The homeroom teacher's tone became somewhat harsh, "You bunch, you don't study properly all day and only engage in frivolous activities.
Also, look at your hair, dyed in all sorts of colours. Go and dye it back tomorrow!
It's almost the college entrance examination, and you still haven't settled down. Do you not want to get into a good university? Tomorrow, I want to see your parents at school! For now, go back to class!"
Those girls: ...?! Wait, teacher, what did we do wrong?!
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