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When he walked into the classroom, people noticed him. It was hard not to recognize a Fellow who had only been at school for half a month but had already missed almost ten days of classes. He was handsome and had a cool demeanor, which particularly attracted girls who liked aloof types. Although he hadn't been there long, he had already become the target of many boys' envy.
Ye Mingshang chose to ignore the gazes and discussions from his classmates. There are many different voices in this world, and there's no need to pay attention to all of them; that would be exhausting, wouldn't it? A few days ago, the cute girl, Haitang, who confessed to him also saw him. Her expression was somewhat unnatural when she looked at him. This was normal; who could easily move on after being rejected in front of so many people? Unless you were used to it.
"Hi, Brother Ye," Zhi Mu greeted him with a cheerful smile, his face always carrying a warm expression.
"Mm," Ye Mingshang nodded in response.
How should one describe Ye Mingshang's personality? He often teased ghosts with a smile when encountering supernatural beings but maintained a serious face around people. Even with friends, he rarely smiled. This personality seemed to have a bit of tsundere mixed in with some reservedness.
Today’s class wasn’t taught by the middle-aged teacher with glasses but rather by the long-unseen Iceberg Teacher. She still looked the same, always wearing a cold expression as if everyone owed her money. This left Ye Mingshang speechless; she was clearly attractive—why couldn’t she smile? Was it interesting to keep such a stern face? If those who knew him heard his thoughts, they would surely say, "Do you have the right to criticize others?"
The Iceberg Teacher seemed to have taken note of Ye Mingshang as well; she shot him a fierce glare before slamming her book down.
Silence.
It was very quiet; in the classroom, one could only hear the sound of students breathing. Everyone looked at the teacher on stage with fear, and some even swallowed hard.
The Iceberg Teacher coldly scanned the room. Every student caught in her gaze felt a chill run down their spine and broke out in goosebumps. Eventually, her eyes landed on Ye Mingshang.
"Before we start class, I want to severely criticize the disruptive student!" The Iceberg Teacher had a pleasant voice that would surely sound good if she sang, but her cold demeanor and volatile temper wasted such a good resource.
No one spoke; everyone nervously watched the Iceberg Teacher, wondering who the unfortunate soul was that had crossed this crazy woman.
"I have been in education for many years and have never seen a student who has only been in school for half a month yet has missed more classes than attended! You spend more time skipping class than actually being here. Is this how a student should behave? And you even dare to openly defy the teacher—it's simply outrageous." The Iceberg Teacher's gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifted toward Ye Mingshang; these words were clearly directed at him.
"Ye Mingshang, stand up!" The Iceberg Teacher slammed her hand on the desk.
"Really? This crazy woman is looking for trouble again. Does she really think she can bully me just because I ignore her? From the first day I entered school, she has been against me. After all this time apart, she comes back and starts causing trouble again? Is she stupid or what? Does she really think she can mess with me just because of Li Jianguo's influence? Moreover, with her temper and tendency to retaliate, I really wonder how someone like her qualifies to be a teacher at a prestigious university. Not just at a university, what qualifications does someone like her have to be in the education field? Why hasn't she been fired yet? What gives her the audacity to act so recklessly?"
"Ye Mingshang, didn't you hear me? Stand up!" Iceberg Teacher said sternly.
"Oh? Are you talking to me?" Ye Mingshang squinted and replied lazily.
"You brat, how dare you challenge the authority of a teacher? Didn't your parents teach you to respect your teachers?" Iceberg Teacher slammed the desk forcefully, glaring angrily as if shouting.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming tense, it felt like a storm was brewing. Although Iceberg Teacher was like a madman and everyone feared him, it seemed that Ye Mingshang's presence had created a counter-effect. The fear among the students diminished significantly; they began to look around and discuss among themselves, with some even taking out their phones to secretly record.
"Sorry~ I've never seen what my parents look like. They might be good-looking, after all, I look like this," Ye Mingshang continued in a lazy tone.
Ye Mingshang's demeanor immediately made Fellow unable to hold back a laugh. Only a few observant ones noticed that Ye Mingshang was an orphan and felt some sympathy for him, while they were filled with disdain for the relentless Iceberg Teacher.
"Hmph! So you're just an uncultured wild child without parents. No wonder you're so ill-mannered. What a nameless bastard," Iceberg Teacher mocked without any grace.
Such words instantly drew dissatisfaction from the students. Even those who were slow to react noticed that Ye Mingshang was an orphan. There are still many good people in the world; Fellow felt sympathy for him, and even those who had been hostile towards him no longer held much animosity since his background was so pitiful.
In contrast, Iceberg Teacher's ruthless mockery indeed crossed the line of kindness among the students, who looked at her with disgust. Many who were recording decided to make the video public so everyone could see the ugly side of this so-called teacher.
"Teacher, you're going too far. Don't involve family in this; how can you say that about Ye?" A boy with glasses who looked like a good student stood up to accuse Iceberg Teacher.
"Exactly, that's too much! He's an orphan; he's so pitiful. How can you bully him like this? Is this how a teacher should behave?" A girl who had a good impression of Ye Mingshang also spoke up with red eyes.
"Even if you're a teacher, it's unacceptable; you must apologize to Ye!" People tend to follow the crowd, and as one student stood up, Fellow and others began to rise one after another.
"Apologize to Ye!"
"Apologize to Ye!"
"Apologize to Ye!"
...
Looking at the classmates with red eyes denouncing Iceberg Teacher, Ye Mingshang suddenly felt a warm current surge in his heart. It was warm and comfortable, and his eyes seemed to become a bit moist. Ye Mingshang quickly composed himself to avoid losing face. However, seeing these classmates who rarely spoke, he suddenly found them truly adorable. Their hearts were red, hot, and kind. There are many good people; he just had never seen the fiery warmth deep within them.
"We're going to revolt! Do you know who I am? I am your teacher! Your homeroom teacher! You are just my students; what right do you have to be so rude to me?" Looking at the group of students denouncing him, Iceberg Teacher shouted like a madman, his sharp voice piercing everyone's ears, causing the scene to quiet down.
Yet, Iceberg Teacher, still seething with anger, was not about to back down. He glared with wide eyes and shouted fiercely.
"What do you think you are? You are just a bunch of uncultured peasants! Without my guidance, you will never amount to anything! I don’t have students like you; I won’t teach you any knowledge. Get out of my sight!"
Iceberg Teacher looked like a long-suffering woman scorned, with disheveled hair, red eyes, and an exaggerated mouth that opened and closed. His sharp voice cut through the air and pierced into everyone's minds; even covering their ears was hardly enough to block out the torment of such high decibels.
"You want us to get out?" A magnetic voice emerged, seemingly countering the high-pitched noise. One by one, the classmates lowered their hands from their ears and turned to look at the source of the voice.
Ye Mingshang had stood up at some point; his height of less than six feet gave him an imposing presence. His expressionless face showed no joy or sorrow but seemed to radiate a divine compassion and mercy that left everyone in a daze. A few even shook their heads and rubbed their eyes, wondering if it was just their imagination.
Ye Mingshang continued with what he had not finished saying.
"You say we are peasants?"
"What do you think we are?"
"Do you mean to say that without your guidance, we are nothing?"
The words, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, resonated among the classmates, who seemed to sense a hint of anger in the speech.
"So what? Did I say something wrong? You, bastard raised without parents!" Iceberg Teacher shouted defiantly.
"Oh? Is that how you speak to me? Do you know that if my father hears what you just said, it will make your life a living hell?" Ye Mingshang appeared calm, as if discussing something trivial.
However, this calmness hinted at something unusual to some sharp-minded classmates; as an orphan, Ye Mingshang seemed to have family, and possibly a remarkable one at that.
"Hmph! Are you trying to scare me? This is a society governed by law..." Iceberg Teacher's words were abruptly interrupted by Ye Mingshang.
"Law?! You're talking about law to me?! You actually know this is a society governed by law?!" Ye Mingshang's tone rose slightly, and his gaze became sharper.
"As a teacher, to disregard students and insult them at will! Do you know what that means? You lack teacher's ethics! Have you read the Education Law? Have you read the Teacher Law? As a teacher, if you haven't even looked at these, can you consider yourself competent? A teacher who disregards the law and acts with arrogance—that is your understanding of law!" Ye Mingshang's voice rose several degrees, filled with righteous indignation. His words resonated with his classmates, making Ye Mingshang's figure seem much taller.
"You! You!..." Iceberg Teacher's beautiful face twisted in anger, her mouth stammering "you" repeatedly but seemingly stuck in her throat, unable to express herself.
Ye Mingshang looked calmly and coldly at the furious Iceberg Teacher, his tone steady yet penetrating.
"You are simply unworthy of being a teacher."
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