Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Vice Principal Li and the Black Whistle
To paraphrase a line from the movie 'East Meets West,' Zhao Xing's face was in the perfect position. As soon as he cursed, Feng Yiping couldn't help but slap him. This slap sent Zhao Xing's arrogance flying, and what followed was disbelief, and then a face full of ferocity.
However, no matter how ferocious it was, it didn't scare Feng Yiping. It was the first time he had slapped someone, and although his hand was a little sore and numb, the feeling was really, really good!
'I won't kill you, you country bumpkin!' Zhao Xing yelled as he struggled forward, but Xiao Zhijie held him tighter. Feng Wen, who had been sitting nearby watching the fun, also stood in the middle to separate them. Then the class leaders in the classroom gathered around, and then more and more students came to take sides. In short, it was difficult for him to move, let alone hit Feng Yiping.
Zhang Qiuling saw this and thought that Zhao Xing would definitely go to the vice-principal's aunt's house to complain. She immediately turned around and ran home.
Feng Yiping clapped his hands and no longer cared about the harsh words he had said. He told Feng Wen to protect the scene and took the initiative to go find Wang Yumin.
'Let go of me, damn it!' Seeing Feng Yiping walk out, Zhao Xing struggled hard, but the classmates who were hugging and surrounding him did not let go, still smiling and surrounding him in the middle.
It had been a long time since there had been such a scene in the school, and the commotion had attracted quite a few people from the next class to come and watch the fun. Among them were quite a few girls, who gathered with the female classmates from Class 1 and laughed and pointed at them from the side.
Zhao Xing felt isolated and helpless. He saw that the classmates surrounding him were all smiling, and some, such as some of the girls, had an unmistakable look of contempt on their faces. Not knowing whether he should be angry or ashamed, his face turned red, and he kept struggling hard.
But his actions were like a fish that had jumped onto the shore. No matter how many times you jump around, it's all in vain. The students around him had been friends for years and knew each other well. A glance could convey a lot of meaning, not to mention the fact that many people were self-taught in the art of peacemaking.
Seeing Feng Yiping go up to the second floor, the monitor said outside, 'Okay, everyone is so far away, it seems that they won't fight again, so everyone can disperse!'
Everyone laughed and dispersed, Zhao Xing glared at Xiao Zhijie, who was hugging him tightly. Xiao Zhijie returned the glare without flinching, 'What are you glaring at? I was the one pulling them apart. You even hit me. Look,' he pulled up the hem of his T-shirt, 'Look at this, it's all red.'
When Zhao Xing struggled, his elbows did hit a few times towards the back, almost all landing on Xiao Zhijie's chest, which was indeed red in that area. 'It's just that I have more flesh, otherwise you would have caused internal injuries!'
His words successfully triggered another small climax, and the laughter around him grew even louder.
Zhao Xing's cheeks were puffed up, and he looked around, but no one, including the class officers, comforted him. It was his own fault. He usually looked down on others, only cared about girls, and didn't have any close male friends. Who would speak up for him at a time like this?
The classmates who could stop laughing when he looked at them were the most innocent.
Seeing that he couldn't get support here, he had to bow his head and rush out. Just as he reached the front of the teachers' building, he started crying, whether because he really felt aggrieved or as a tactic, no one knows.
The students from the two classes who followed him out were very happy, each one gleefully admiring his flustered appearance. Even in the opposite third class, many students came out when they heard the noise, seeing his unfortunate appearance and the faint marks of a slap on his face. There were quite a few people gloating over his misfortune.
This is what happens when you're arrogant.
Teacher Zhu took Xiaoyan back to her hometown, and now only Wang Yumin was left at school. As soon as Feng Yiping entered the door, he went straight to the homeroom teacher, who was preparing a lesson, and said, 'Sorry, Teacher Wang, I slapped Zhao Xing in the face.'
Wang Yumin, who had been smiling, looked grave. 'What happened?'
Feng Yiping had not finished his report when he heard bursts of laughter coming from the classroom. Wang Yumin went out onto the balcony to look, and just happened to see Zhao Xing running past below with his head down and crying. She called out a few times, but Zhao Xing ignored her and ran straight towards the headmaster's small courtyard at the top of the hill.
Wang Yumin was also a little displeased. Since they were in the same class, she was Zhao Xing's teacher in name, and the fact that he had gone to his relatives to complain instead of coming to her first really showed that he didn't take her seriously.
'You sit down and reflect on what you've done!' She left the room with these words, and hurriedly turned back to the classroom.
'What are you looking at? Go inside and sit down!' With these words, not only did the obedient students in Class 1 return to the classroom, but the Class 2 students watching the fun in the corridor also dispersed.
After listening to the class leaders and Feng Wen's account of the incident, Teacher Wang went to Feng Yiping's desk and looked at it. She felt in her heart that Feng Yiping was wrong to slap anyone, but it didn't seem wrong for Zhao Xing to be slapped.
When she returned upstairs, she saw Feng Yiping still sitting there. 'What are you still doing there? Get out, are you waiting for someone to invite you?'
If they don't go on their own initiative, I guess the vice-principal will send someone to get them in a while, so it's better to take the initiative.
Along the way, although Wang Yumin had been cold towards Feng Yiping, she whispered a few words of advice to him when they were going uphill: 'When you meet, apologise first, and I'll say the rest.'
Feng Yiping didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he said, "Thank you, Miss Wang, but I'll take responsibility for what I've done, so don't worry.'
'How can you take responsibility? You still have an excuse for hitting someone?" Wang Yumin once again experienced Feng Yiping's stubbornness, which was hidden behind his gentleness.
The two of them arrived at the entrance of the courtyard and just happened to run into Zhang Qiuling, who led them both to the living room of Vice Principal Li's house.
The principal was not there, Vice Principal Li was sitting behind his desk, Vice Principal Zhang and the head of teaching were sitting by the coffee table, Zhao Xing was sitting on the remaining single sofa, and Vice Principal Li's wife was sitting on the armrest comforting him. When Wang Yumin entered, there was not even a place to sit.
Zhang Qiuling was obedient and immediately went to the house and brought a stool over.
'Relying on your good grades, you just hit people at will. I think this is outrageous, and such behaviour must be severely punished,' Vice-principal Li said, slapping the table heavily and glaring at Feng Yiping.
'Vice-principal Li, this is what I understand happened,' Wang Yumin told the whole story, 'so I think, in this matter, both sides are at fault.'
If it were about anything else, she would have no problem going along with Vice Principal Li, but for something like this, she had to speak up, whether Vice Principal Li was happy about it or not. Even if the student who caused the trouble wasn't Feng Yiping, she still had to do it, as it was her duty as a class teacher.
'Well, that's more or less what we heard,' Vice-Principal Zhang exchanged a glance with the head of the teaching staff. Vice-Principal Zhang had a pretty good idea of what had happened. He had heard his daughter talk about it, and the head of the teaching staff had heard an abridged version from Zhao Xing. Now that Wang Yumin had told them what had happened, both men had their own ideas about what had happened.