Chapter 40 Good people deserve to have guns pointed at them.

You’re a rude woman, can’t you tell that’s diplomatic language?

And ‘where, where’…

I’m not an eight-year-old child anymore; you can’t trust a single word a woman says. Can you guarantee that after I describe everything in detail, you won’t tell your husband, who practices Sanda?

Eighteen years old, afraid of Dongda selfie sticks.

“Ahem, Teacher, you are exceptionally beautiful and truly stunning,” Jiang Nian mumbled, “It’s only the school rules holding us back; otherwise, every single one of us wouldn’t have the mind to study.”

Zhuang Wenqian always felt he was swearing, but she had no proof. She narrowed her eyes and stroked her chin, saying,

“Jiang Nian, you’re not a good person either.”

“Teacher, do you know this is an ‘aluminum copper gesture’?” Jiang Nian gestured the gun shape with his hand on his chin, directly changing the subject, “Could it be…”

“What?” Xi Bao couldn’t keep up with his jumping thoughts; she was confused.

“I don’t know either, I saw it on Xiaohongshu.” Seeing her interest, Jiang Nian pushed the topic further away again, “If you open Xiaohongshu, you’ll…”

Ten seconds later.

Jiang Nian leaned back strategically, “Teacher, are you the one called ‘momo’?

“Why? That’s the System’s default name.”

“Last time, I was chased and cursed by a rude woman named momo. Let me see if it’s you, Teacher.” Jiang Nian said, about to click open her Xiaohongshu message list.

“W-what are you doing!” Xi Bao’s Face flushed, and she immediately covered her phone on the table with her hand. “Are you the teacher or am I the teacher? Stand properly! We haven’t even talked about your blank test paper yet!”

Ah, your mom, you rude woman!

You’re getting anxious, aren’t you?

It’s obvious you’ve done this kind of thing a lot. A graceful female teacher in reality, a big troll on the virtual network, right? Good, good, truly worthy of being society’s purple big troll mushroom.

“Alright, fine.” Jiang Nian gave in.

He had to give in. Class Teacher Old Liu came in, probably drawn by the scent. Ah, how come it feels like everyone is protecting that bastard Yu Tongjie?

Even if he jumped, it has nothing to do with me.

He’s 100% psychologically healthy.

“Teacher Zhuang.” Old Liu showed a slight smile and greeted Xi Bao, “Is the conversation over? I need to talk to Jiang Nian about something.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian turned to look at Xi Bao, frantically winking.

Xi Bao, you’re the prettiest!

“We didn’t talk about much, just brought him to the office for a sit-down.” Zhuang Wenqian smiled, “It’s over now, Teacher Liu, feel free.”

Xi Bao, you’re such a bad woman!

Ring, ring, ring.

The class bell rang, and Class Teacher Old Liu waited at the door for a while. After there were no students at the door, he led Jiang Nian into the office and got him a stool.

“Sit down. Do you want some tea?” Old Liu asked.

True—drinking tea in the office.

As the beloved son of the Education Bureau across the street and the alma mater of countless successful alumni, Zhennan Middle School had ample budget and could be described as rolling in wealth.

Inside the office, desks, chairs, computers, and water heaters were all fully equipped.

“Alright.” He nodded.

Old Liu took out a can of tea leaves from his drawer, “Then you can make me a cup too, by the way.”

Jiang Nian: “????”

You teachers are all the same, aren’t you?

“Okay, Teacher.” Jiang Nian smiled, thinking he could at least get a cup for himself.

Three minutes later, Jiang Nian and Old Liu simultaneously drank hot tea, their eyes instantly narrowing with each sip. After swallowing, they let out a long breath and slowly closed their eyes.

It was the fourth period, and almost all the teachers who didn’t have classes in the office had left, leaving only the two of them.

Old Liu slowly opened his eyes, “Jiang Nian.”

“Your subject is here.”

“Ahem, you… that matter in English class, I asked some classmates about it.” Old Liu put down his teacup, “It’s not your fault, but after all, you’re in the same class.”

“If it’s not my fault, then I have no problem.” Jiang Nian said, “I didn’t even curse him; I just stated the facts.”

“I know, but after all, it’s senior year, a special period.” Old Liu patiently advised, “It was indeed wrong of Yu Tongjie to say you cheated behind your back.”

“Teacher, is it ‘but’ again?”

“Sigh, just bear with the teacher. Yu Tongjie is quiet and probably psychologically…” The Class Teacher hesitated, “In short, I don’t mean to blame you.”

“How about you just help the teacher out?”

“No way, Teacher, actually, I have depression.” Jiang Nian crossed his arms, frowning, “Severe bipolar disorder; I tend to somatize when bullied.”

Old Liu: “…”

He feared students like Jiang Nian the most—fearless. This personality was difficult to talk to; they were basically the type who wouldn’t let go until they saw the rabbit.

“Yu Tongjie’s mother…”

“Teacher, why are you cursing?” Jiang Nian interrupted, righteously, “Although Yu Tongjie said I cheated behind my back and is a piece of trash, you shouldn’t curse him, Teacher.”

Old Liu was silent for several seconds. This damn kid was truly infuriating.

“His mother is…”

“I know, my mom and she work at the same place.” Jiang Nian’s expression was normal, “I don’t know what his dad does, but he should also be working at a unit.”

“A child’s misbehavior is the father’s fault, Teacher, what do you think?”

“What I mean is, his mother told me that Yu Tongjie had no friends in his previous class.” Old Liu explained, standing up to refill Jiang Nian’s tea.

Jiang Nian’s expression softened slightly, his aggressiveness less pronounced.

“Thank you, Teacher.”

“No need. How about you just help me out?” Old Liu didn’t sit down, speaking sincerely.

“Teacher, why don’t you talk to Yu Tongjie?” Jiang Nian didn’t answer directly, but instead looked up and asked, “If he apologizes to me, this matter will be over.”

“His personality is a bit difficult to talk to.”

“My personality is also abnormal.”

Old Liu was a bit awkward, “The teacher knows you are a good student and won’t make things too difficult for others.”

“Should a good person be pointed at with a gun?” Jiang Nian stood up abruptly, “He can do such a thing; doesn’t he have any idea what kind of person he is?”

The office instantly fell silent, and Old Liu sighed helplessly.

Jiang Nian was unmoved. Just saying a few words and this matter would be over?

What about an apology?

If Yu Tongjie didn’t pay the price, then Old Liu, as the Class Teacher, would have to compensate.

Dull, honest people only abide by the explicit rules given by teachers, elders, or superiors, are ashamed to fight for their own interests, overemphasize Face, and will only be constantly disgusted.

When wronged in reality, they often either choose to endure it again or, in a fit of rage, shed blood.

Jiang Nian compromised, not accepting others’ plans, and actively fought for his own interests.

It was fine if the Class Teacher didn’t mention it, but once he did, Jiang Nian would definitely go after that bastard. Unless… there were suitable benefits that could dispel his thought.

After two minutes, Old Liu lowered his voice and said a few words. Jiang Nian’s eyelids twitched upon hearing them, his expression unchanged, and he likewise lowered his voice to bargain.

“I’ll get a long-term medical record for a chronic illness, and from now on, if I leave during evening self-study, you have to approve my leave, Teacher.”

“Nonsense, don’t even think about it.” Old Liu’s expression was displeased.

Seeing a chance, Jiang Nian said, “Then let’s discuss it further.”