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I was called in by the parents.
Zheng Pei's mother rushed to the school, looking dressed in expensive clothes.
My grandmother stood to the side with her head down, her wrinkled face showing signs of age.
The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged woman, with two failed greenish eyebrows resembling caterpillars resting on her deeply furrowed forehead.
At that moment, she glared at me, filled with resentment: "Did you hit them?"
Zheng Pei stood to the side, pretending to cry.
I glanced at her, and her sobs suddenly grew louder.
Memories of the original owner flooded into my mind...
This homeroom teacher loved to accept gifts, but the original owner’s family was poor and had never given any.
In the past, when the original owner was bullied, the homeroom teacher never intervened.
Ha, now she cares so quickly?
I calmly said, "They were the ones who started it."
Smack—
The homeroom teacher slammed the table.
"Nonsense! Other students saw it; you were the one who hit first!"
My grandmother hesitantly spoke up: "Our Miao Miao is not that kind of person."
Zheng Pei's mother cast a disdainful glance at my grandmother: "Just because you say she isn't doesn't mean she isn't. This matter cannot be settled like this; you need to pay for it."
Grandma's head was lowered even more, and her worn-out clothes made her appear even smaller.
I stepped forward and held Grandma's hand.
Looking up at Zheng Pei's Mother, I said coldly, "This matter cannot just be brushed aside. Let's check the surveillance footage right now!"
Zheng Pei's Mother put down her teacup. "You little brat who hasn't even grown all your hair, do you know what checking the surveillance means?"
I smiled lightly. "It's just a chance for you to see what kind of people your son and daughter are."
The homeroom teacher hesitated and glanced at Zheng Pei's Mother.
Clearly, she was aware of the Zheng siblings' actions.
Zheng Pei screamed, "If we’re checking the surveillance, then let’s check it! Wang Miaomiao—"
The homeroom teacher rolled her eyes and shouted, "Shut up and be quiet!"
She turned to me. "Apologize to them now, and we can let this matter go. Otherwise, you could face disciplinary action or even expulsion!"
My gaze fell on her notebook.
Ningzhi Middle School printed.
Ningzhi Middle School...
Some old memories stirred in my mind.
Wait, my seventh junior brother is the director there, isn't he?
The homeroom teacher shouted sharply, "What are you daydreaming about?! Apologize, hurry up!"
Grandma was startled by the voice and looked at me with her cloudy eyes. "Miao Miao..."
I am very familiar with that gaze.
It is the gaze of someone who has been knocked down by fate countless times, to the point of becoming accustomed to bowing and scraping.
It is the gaze of a suffering person.
But since fate has arranged for me to be your granddaughter, you no longer need to be afraid.
I gently patted Grandma's arm and said, "Wait for me here for five minutes, I will be right back."
I ran out the door, and behind me came the sharp voices of Zheng Pei and the homeroom teacher: "Where have you been?!"
Of course, I was heading to the office of the Dean.
The door was slightly ajar. I knocked twice and saw my seventh junior brother sitting inside.
In just a few months, he seemed to have aged quite a bit, with a few strands of white hair that stood out glaringly in the sunlight.
When he saw me enter, he asked, "It's class time now; which class are you from?"
I shouted, "Debao."
He furrowed his brow and said, "…Who are you?"
His full name is Zhou Dewang, and his nickname is Debao.
I gave him that nickname because he used to cry a lot when he was little, delicate like a baby.
I said, "I am the senior sister, Chen Huanyi."
Zhou Dewang's expression changed several times before he finally said, "Which class are you from? What kind of prank is this?!"
I took a deep breath and said, "Your nickname is Debao, which I gave you in the autumn when you were six years old. I said you cried like a baby. When you were nine, you stole pig head meat and were locked in the small dark room by Master without food. I slipped you cookies through the crack in the door..."
Zhou Dewang's eyes instantly turned red as he trembled and replied, "You slipped me cookies through the crack in the door, and when Master found out, I was locked in there with you."
I pulled out a tissue and handed it to him, smiling, "Then I said, luckily I gave you all the cookies, so we could eat together."
The thirty-something Zhou Dewang hugged me tightly, crying like a child.
"Senior Sister, we all thought you were dead... When Third Senior Brother called me to identify the body, I couldn't believe that charred remains were you."
I patted his shoulder and said, "Don't cry."
He choked back tears, "I went to the temple to have my fortune told before, and Master said your life was not meant to end. Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I knew someone as good as you should live a long life."
He fumbled for his phone, "I'll call them. Senior Sister is not only alive but even younger!"
I pressed down on his hand, "No rush. First, let's go meet a parent."
I stepped back into the homeroom teacher's office.
As soon as I entered, Zheng Pei yelled angrily, "Well done, Wang Miaomiao! Now you don't even respect the homeroom teacher!"
Oh, trying to stir things up?
Only a fool would be easily swayed by emotions.
The next second, the homeroom teacher joined in with a shout: "Wang Miaomiao, I see you don't need to come to school anymore. I don't want students like you!"
I spoke too soon; this homeroom teacher was also an absolute fool.
I stepped aside as Zhou Dewang's figure appeared.
"Not allowing students to attend school? Does the Nine-Year Compulsory Education give you that power?"
He glanced calmly at the homeroom teacher, his tone not particularly fierce, yet it made her stand up straight.
The Zheng family stared at the homeroom teacher in shock, probably unable to believe how quickly her expression changed.
The homeroom teacher didn't even look at them, forcing a smile.
"Principal... what are you doing here? Did this brat come to bother you? Let me explain..."
Zhou Dewang raised his hand in a gesture to silence her.
"Let me speak first. Zheng Jun, Zheng Pei, right? Some classmates reported that you have repeatedly assaulted other students and engaged in group fights at school, with a terrible attitude. Now, come with me to the Discipline Office."
Zheng Pei's mother's expression changed: "Principal, there must be some misunderstanding."
Zhou Dewang looked at her: "You're a parent, right? Then you should come along to the Discipline Office as well; it saves us the trouble of calling you in."
Zheng Pei's mother quickly signaled to the homeroom teacher, who hesitantly spoke up: "Principal, are you sure you've got this right? It was Wang Miaomiao who started the fight today..."
Zhou Dewang shot her a glare: "I also received reports saying that you accepted gifts and red envelopes. I was just thinking about when to bring this up with the Discipline Office."
The homeroom teacher's face turned red and pale.
Zhou Dewang smiled faintly: "Why don't you choose a day?"
Goodness, the once delicate and tearful junior brother now had such authority.
It was worth my effort in educating him.
Absolutely worth it!
The homeroom teacher fell silent, and Zheng Pei's mother also became quiet.
Zheng Jun's eyes darted around, and she wisely kept her mouth shut.
Only Zheng Pei was still confused about the situation, loudly saying, "Director Zhou, it was Wang Miaomiao who started it, it's her..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the homeroom teacher shouted, "Shut up!"
Zheng Pei was startled and looked at her with grievance.
The homeroom teacher seemed to have regained the courage she had lost earlier and scolded her even more fiercely, "You always cause trouble; you don't act like a girl at all. You're such a poorly raised child!"
Zheng Pei's Mother was furious, "Who are you calling poorly raised? What kind of person are you? Just because you don't receive gifts, you want to make things difficult for the students!"
The two of them got into a heated argument, mixed with the shouts of the Zheng siblings.
Tsk, it's like dogs biting each other—just a bunch of fur flying everywhere.
Zhou Dewang gave me a glance, signaling that my grandmother and I could leave.
I nodded and pulled my grandmother away.
Her hands were trembling as she repeatedly asked me, "Miao Miao, they won't expel you, will they?"
I smiled nonchalantly, "Do they dare?!"
Tears welled up in my grandmother's eyes, "If you can't continue your studies, how am I supposed to explain this to your father and grandfather?"
My heart suddenly felt a pang.
Was that also the reason she knelt before those Little Brats a few days ago?
It didn't matter if she lost face, but she couldn't let her granddaughter be unable to continue her education?
I pulled her down to sit by the flower bed.
"Grandma, I am no longer the same Wang Miaomiao as before. I can take care of myself now. You should take care of your health."
Grandma wiped her tears with her sleeve and nodded, "Alright, our Miao Miao has grown up and is more understanding."
I saw her off at the bus stop, watching the bus disappear into the distance.
Grandma leaned out of the window and waved at me, " Miao Miao, go back and study, alright?"
When I returned to class, self-study had already begun.
Zheng Pei's seat was still empty.
Her Lackeys looked at me in surprise when they saw I was the only one who came back.
I knew why they were surprised.
Zheng Pei's Mother was good at giving gifts, and in the past, whenever Zheng Pei bullied others, it could always be suppressed.
I might be the first person to have fought with both siblings and still come out unscathed.
At dinner time, Zheng Pei returned.
Her eyes were red, clearly having cried hard.
This time when she saw me, she didn't even dare to provoke me; she lowered her head and quickly walked past.
Not long after, the homeroom teacher stormed into the classroom.
"Our classmate Zheng Pei, due to multiple instances of group fighting, has received a serious disciplinary action. I hope everyone learns from this and does not bully classmates."
One of Zheng Pei's Lackeys mustered up the courage to ask, "What about Wang Miaomiao?"
The homeroom teacher shot her a sharp glare, " Wang Miaomiao was acting in self-defense, do you understand?!"
The Lackey immediately lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
The homeroom teacher slammed the door as he left, likely having been greatly angered by Zhou Dewang.
My seventh junior brother has always been quick-witted since childhood, and as he reaches middle age, he only becomes more cunning.
I smiled and rummaged through my backpack.
Unexpectedly, I pulled out a pair of dirty and worn-out shoes.
They called me a worn-out shoe.
I held the shoes in my hand and tossed them a couple of times.
Then I pushed my chair back and stood up.
It didn't take much effort, but everyone turned to look at me.
I walked straight down to Zheng Pei.
I didn't know how much psychological trauma Zhou Dewang had caused her, but when she saw me, she actually trembled.
"It wasn't me who placed them."
Of course, I knew it wasn't her.
She returned to the classroom later than I did and had no time to commit the act.
It was her group of Lackeys who placed these worn-out shoes.
Thinking of venting for the big sister and then taking credit for it later.
I've seen this kind of trick too many times.
However, after witnessing Zheng Pei's downfall, no one dared to admit it.
I gently patted Zheng Pei's face.
She shivered again and looked at me pleadingly, "I really didn't do it."
I glanced around the classroom; although I was speaking to Zheng Pei, my eyes were on every Lackey present.
"I don't care whether it was you or not. If I get bullied again, I'll come looking for you. Do you understand?"
Do you understand, Zheng Pei?
If salt is put in the thermos, if a towel falls into the toilet, if a pillow is thrown off the balcony...
If any of these things happen to Wang Miaomiao again, no matter who did it, I will come and beat you up.
"So you'd better keep your little friends in check. Not just with me; if I see any of you bullying someone else, I'll come after you too."
Zheng Pei's expression had turned quite fearful.
I threw the pair of shoes at her and smiled, "Now, go find the owner of these shoes."
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