Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Between classes, I moved my seat from the prime central location to the very back corner.

This is equivalent to a public execution.

For an ordinary high school student, this is an act that severely damages their self-esteem.

It's even more severe than the highest level of "standing punishment".

Tang Yisheng knew that the homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin, neither wanted to nor would do this.

But he did it anyway.

This arrangement was made under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially with the grade director, Hu Jinquan, observing the entire process.

Adults weigh the pros and cons.

Tang Yisheng understood.

At lunchtime, Tang Yisheng still considered Hu Jinquan, the head of the grade, targeting him as a trivial matter.

It's understandable that a teacher might dislike a few out of hundreds or thousands of students.

It's understandable that Hu Jinquan would disapprove of him, especially since he had beaten Hu's nephew, Duan Xueyou.

But everything has its limits.

Today, Hu Jinquan forced Sun Yanxin to publicly execute him in class, which is very wrong.

It's no longer within the scope of teachers punishing students who have made mistakes.

It is a targeted attack driven by personal desires.

In such a situation, as a seasoned veteran, I believe in not offending others unless they offend me first.

They also emphasize what is tolerable and what is intolerable.

Tang Yisheng moved his desk to the corner against the wall, more than a meter away from the students in the front row.

In terms of location, he is completely disconnected from the group of students sitting in the classroom.

Truly isolated in a remote corner.

Like a destitute person who has been abandoned by the world and is now weeping alone, a pitiful creature who has been squeezed out of the collective.

Sun Yanxin felt a little reluctant and wanted to ask Tang Yisheng to move forward a bit.

Hu Jinquan coughed.

He kept his eyes on Sun Yanxin.

Only after the matter was completely over did King Hu turn and leave.

Sun Yanxin stepped down from the podium, pushed the half-open classroom door shut, and as he turned back to the podium, his gaze swept over the last corner of the classroom.

Tang Yisheng lay on his desk, burying his head in his arms, looking extremely aggrieved.

The homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin, couldn't bear it and planned to call Tang Yisheng to his office after class to talk to him.

In addition, he wanted to find an opportunity to ask other teachers why Director Hu was targeting Tang Yisheng.

Could it really be because he got into a fight with Jacky Duan?

Didn't the parents already communicate and resolve this issue?

With final exams just around the corner, Tang Yisheng being targeted like this will definitely affect his final exam results.

We've all been there; kids this age are emotionally fragile, and often they value their self-esteem more than their own lives.

After all this trouble, is it really possible that nothing will happen?

Back on the podium, Sun Yanxin composed himself and began explaining the topic again.

He kept glancing at the corner of the classroom; Tang Yisheng had slumped down and never sat up again.

Sun Yanxin is an experienced teacher, and it's not a good time to correct him. He'll just give Tang Yisheng a half-class break and indulge him a little.

After all, this was not a proper thing to do, and I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway, so I feel a little guilty.

The second and third periods are the long break between classes.

Tang Yisheng came out of the office and met Wang Liqiang, the fat man who had been waiting for him for a long time, at the classroom door.

"I heard you were moved to the lounge area? Did the head of your grade personally arrange it?"

The fat man winked and grinned.

A sense of schadenfreude washed over me.

What does that mean?

"Bullshit!"

Tang Yisheng didn't go to the classroom either, but leaned against the windowsill on the outer wall: "I'm in the back of the recreation area, if you really want to count it, you should call it the isolation area."

"Holy crap! That'd be like getting a fly massage!"

"Your class keeps brooms and mops in the classroom? Besides, my seat is by the window."

Tang Yisheng rolled his eyes at the fat man.

It's not like junior high anymore; now all the classroom cleaning supplies are in the small storage room. The trash cans are in the corners between the front and back doors of the classroom.

Tang Yisheng's new seat is in the southeast corner of the classroom, next to the window.

Actually, this single deluxe seat is quite nice. Although there's no little girl like Wang Min to tease and joke with at any time, it's quiet and undisturbed.

So all of Sun Yanxin's earnest advice to Tang Yisheng to call his parents and then sincerely apologize to Director Hu was for nothing.

The wind brushed past my ear, but it didn't enter my mind or my heart.

"That won't work either! Will you be able to see the blackboard clearly?"

"My eyesight is 5.0 in both eyes. I can tell the difference between male and female flies from three meters away. Why would I look at a mere blackboard?"

Fatty: ...

If it weren't for that last sentence, I almost would have believed you.

"Is it that bastard Duan Xueyou? If not, let's wait until after the final exams and find a chance to ambush him a couple of times to vent our anger."

Ever since Tang Yisheng fought Zhang Kai and his group alone, the fat man, who used to be a punching bag, seems to have lost his will to fight hand-to-hand.

Perhaps he even fantasized about being a hero who could defeat a thousand soldiers and possess unparalleled spirit?

"Forget it, let it go."

"Let him be? Old Tang, this isn't like you at all. Have you lost your nerve?"

"Bullshit! When the final exams are over, that'll be ages! I can't wait. I'll get my revenge tomorrow!"

"Tell me quickly, how do we deal with him?"

The fat man was eager to try and was itching to act.

"You'll hear from me tomorrow."

"When?"

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the morning exercises should be over by now."

"it is good."

The bell rang at just the right time.

The fat boy turned and ran towards Class 5's classroom.

Tang Yisheng leisurely looked at both sides of the corridor. At the door of his own classroom, the Chinese teacher, carrying lesson plans, had just walked to the classroom door.

She stopped, didn't go in, and even turned to look at Tang Yisheng.

The other teachers clearly heard Sun Yanxin comforting Tang Yisheng in the office.

What he was really thinking didn't matter. Anyway, the teacher was very magnanimous and didn't scold Tang Yisheng. In fact, there was even a slightly encouraging smile on her lips.

Tang Yisheng strode into the classroom and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, calmly returned to his isolation area in the last row.

Director Hu, please make yourself at home.

Do you really think I, Tang Yisheng, am an easy target?

I'm not afraid of squeezing your hand until it bursts!

Just as people in society vary in quality, schools are not always spotless and pristine.

There will always be some people whose hearts are not so upright, but crooked and twisted.

Tang Yisheng didn't hesitate to give it a quick overview.

It's good to teach bad people a lesson; what if they can turn over a new leaf?

I think I'm doing my part to help this world and my lovely country.

Having been reborn, I can't just think about myself; I also need to help out society.

Since we've encountered injustice, let's do something about it, starting with cleaning up the head of the second-year high school at the Provincial Experimental No. 1 Middle School.

Sun Yanxin relayed a notice from the grade director, Hu Jinquan, instructing Tang Yisheng to go to the broadcasting room and read his self-criticism aloud through the loudspeaker during the morning exercise break tomorrow.

This is to first humiliate Tang Yisheng in his class, and then publicly shame him in front of the entire school.

Director Hu Jinquan is truly a master of torture!

Since he set the tone for the first day of the month, Tang Yisheng had to cooperate and make it happen on the fifteenth.

As for how to do it—

Having experienced life up to the age of 42, this veteran has watched countless short videos, jokes, and heartwarming stories.

Even a casual remark would be enough to give Director Hu a hard time.

Tang Yisheng wasn't worried about finding a way to resist Hu Jinquan; his current difficulty was choosing which method would make him feel better.

Tang Yisheng lay on his desk, deep in thought for most of the class.

at last.

Everything is in place, this is the one!