Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

The bell rang for the second period.

get out of class is over.

The young English teacher left after explaining the scope of the lesson preparation.

The classroom gradually became lively.

The students were unaware that there would be a little incident during today's morning exercise break. If they had known that in addition to getting some exercise, they could also enjoy a short performance, the classroom would probably have been filled with explosive cheers, not just lively activity.

Tang Yisheng put one hand in his pocket, got up, and walked out of the classroom.

Outside in the hallway, you could see Xueyou and Cui Rui.

It wasn't surprising that they knew Tang Yisheng was going to give a speech later.

only--

Still too young.

Tang Yisheng pursed his lips in disdain.

Hopefully, they'll still be able to laugh later.

The morning break is when more than 30 classes from the three grades of high school do exercises together.

Each class has its own designated area.

The small square in front of the teaching building, the small open space behind the laboratory building, as well as the playground and lawn, were all filled with people.

The preparatory music resounded throughout the campus, and the students all stood in their respective classrooms' exercise areas. The teachers also took a break in the spacious area downstairs, while the homeroom teachers patrolled their respective classrooms.

All classes were ready within the allotted time, and the music for the morning exercises began.

One, two, three, four; two, two, three, four...

The exercise area for Class 6 of Grade 11 is behind the laboratory building, next to the pool table, which is also where teachers gather to chat.

Tang Yisheng was not among the students.

The students remained silent, though occasionally someone familiar with them would whisper a question while posing. The students in Class 6 kept quiet about it.

fake.

In fact, they themselves don't know either.

Tang Yisheng had already arrived at the entrance of the broadcasting room.

The broadcasting room is located on the second floor of the experimental building on the east side. Through the window, you can see the small square in front of the teaching building.

After checking the order in Class 6, the homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin, instructed Tang Yisheng to go downstairs and then specifically seek out Hu Jinquan, the grade director, who was among the teachers.

Reading a self-criticism aloud in front of the entire school is the bare minimum that a homeroom teacher can tolerate.

From today onwards, Director Hu should rein himself in and stop suppressing a particular student.

During the first break, Sun Yanxin went to the vice principal's office and chatted with his father-in-law for a while.

Now I have some confidence.

Sizzle~ Beep beep!

After a brief buzzing sound from the microphone.

Tang Yisheng's voice could be heard in every corner of the provincial experimental school campus.

Hello, students.

"I am Tang Yisheng from Class 6, Grade 11. I am Tang Yisheng from Class 6, Grade 11."

"I apologize for taking up your time today, because Mr. Hu Jinquan, the second-grade head teacher, falsely accused me of having a romantic relationship and forced me to read a letter of apology to the whole school at this time..."

The campus was immediately filled with noise.

Director Hu Jinquan, who was squinting and standing with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of high moral authority, suddenly changed his expression.

Instead of heading to the lab building immediately, he focused his attention on Tang Yisheng's homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin.

Hu Jinquan had just caught a glimpse of Sun Yanxin walking towards him out of the corner of his eye, and he was still wondering what Sun Yanxin was up to this time.

They'll most likely plead for Tang Yisheng, right?

Before he could even come up with a hypocritical and perfunctory excuse, he could hear the involuntary murmurs of the teachers around him.

And the audacity of the troublemaker Tang Yisheng broadcast over the loudspeaker.

"Some time ago, Duan Xueyou from Class 8 of Grade 2, along with Cui Rui from Class 5, came to my class intending to beat me up, but I beat them to the ground in self-defense."

"It's because his uncle is Mr. Hu Jinquan, the head of the grade, that he dared to beat up his classmates at will. He even colluded with his cousin Zhang Kai from the city's sports team to ambush me outside the school and beat me up because I dared to resist. This fact can be verified by the police dispatch and detention records of the Jiefang Road Police Station..."

"In order to exonerate Duan Xueyou and Zhang Kai, Director Hu demanded that my family host a banquet for him at Huixianlou Restaurant, threatening that I would have to continue studying at the school and be under his management, in order to force my family to drop the lawsuit."

"When Duan Xueyou from Class 9 and Cui Rui from Class 5 failed to get revenge, they spread rumors at school that I was in a relationship. Everyone knows who has impure intentions, but the grade director, Mr. Hu Jinquan, condoned his nephew's misbehavior and turned a blind eye to Duan Xueyou's persecution of his classmates..."

Furthermore, without any evidence, during yesterday afternoon's class, just before the final exams, in front of all the students and teachers in Class 6, I was moved from the front row to the very back corner.

As the head of the grade, he accepted my invitation to dinner and then brazenly suppressed me. He not only caused my classmates to ostracize me, but also forced me to come here today to confess and read a letter of apology, using public opinion to confirm the rumors that I was in a relationship. He went to great lengths to damage the dignity of a high school sophomore. His heart is despicable and his methods are despicable!

"I, Tang Yisheng from Class 6, Grade 11, am requesting leave this afternoon to file a formal complaint with the Education Bureau against Hu Jinquan, the Grade 11 headmaster, for abusing his power, embezzling funds, accepting bribes, and demanding kickbacks..."

Bang!

A muffled thud came from the microphone, followed by two scattered clanging sounds.

Anyone could hear the sound of the door being kicked open.

And the force was considerable; didn't you hear the door smashing against the wall?

Hu Jinquan rushed over just as Tang Yisheng was about to finish reading from memory.

Tang Yisheng took his left hand out of his pocket, wiped it on his lips, and turned his head away.

"Tang Yisheng, are you crazy? Shut up!"

Behind Hu Jinquan, homeroom teacher Sun Yanxin was panting heavily. He couldn't stop Hu Jinquan from rushing into the room, so he could only give him a look and call out to Tang Yisheng as a reminder.

Tang Yisheng has even more explosive methods waiting to be unleashed.

Because he was afraid that Hu Jinquan would maintain his airs as the grade director and wouldn't take action, Tang Yisheng even prepared a fake plan to argue with Director Hu and then be "knocked away".

Unfortunately, Director Hu was already furious, and Tang Yisheng's Plan B, Plan C, and even his backup plan were never given a chance to be shown.

Hu Jinquan stormed over, and Tang Yisheng, though seemingly stunned, subtly shifted his position.

When he came in, he observed the arrangement of the tables and chairs in the broadcasting room.

The right side of the desk next to the microphone is completely unobstructed, presumably to make it convenient for some leaders to stand by the window and watch the students in the small square.

Tang Yisheng is now making full use of this.

Hu Jinquan rushed up to the troublemaker Tang Yisheng and reached out to grab Tang Yisheng's shoulder.

Although he was furious, he really didn't intend to hit or kick him.

While climbing the stairs, a fleeting thought crossed my mind: the debt my son owed would ultimately fall on Director Song's shoulders.

Director Song has no choice but to accept this mess, whether he likes it or not, because his wife is Tang Yisheng's biological mother.

only--

Tang Yisheng felt as if he had been struck by a powerful, unexpected attack, staggering backward with his elbows bent as if trying to steady himself...

Clang!

puff!

The sound of the broadcasting room window shattering was witnessed by all the teachers and students in the small square.

Besides the shattered glass on the ground, a stream of bright red blood spurted from the mouth of the person leaning back against the window.

The situation became serious.

I can't hold on any longer!