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Chapter 39: Don't underestimate our bond!

The head of the teaching department sat behind his desk, and the goji berry water in his thermos had already been refilled for the third time.

He looked up at the doorway. Qian Yan was standing next to the desk, and Yang Xunran was standing behind her with his head down, like a rooster that had been soaked by the rain.

Just as he was about to speak, there was another knock on the door.

Chen Chu walked in, followed by Chen Ziran. Chen Ziran had his head down, his hands hanging in front of him, looking like he was honestly admitting his mistake.

Old Feng looked at his two unfortunate companions, remained silent for several seconds, took a deep breath, and spoke in what he considered to be a very authoritative tone.

"You two each have one chance. Confess about your accomplices, and I might give you leniency. Otherwise, you'll get a major demerit and then have to clean toilets for a week."

He paused, then emphasized, "Remember, it's all the toilets in the school."

The office was quiet for a moment.

Qian Yan stood next to Yang Xunran, arms crossed, her face expressionless, her tone cold.

"Speak up, why won't you? Reveal all your accomplices. You want to take the blame alone, huh? Can you handle it?"

Yang Xunran lowered his head, clutching the seam of his trousers, and remained silent for a long while. His lips moved, but he ultimately did not speak.

"Why didn't you say so?" Qian Yan's voice rose slightly. "If you didn't say so, you'd have to clean all the toilets in the school by yourself! For a whole week!"

Yang Xunran kept his head down, his fingers gripping the seam of his pants slightly white, but his mouth was sealed shut like a welded clam shell: "Mom, don't ask anymore... I don't know."

Qian Yan looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and did not ask any further questions.

Her expression remained cold.

The dean of students turned to Chen Ziran: "What about you? Are you going to talk or not?"

Chen Ziran stood in front of the desk, head down, in silence.

He could feel his father's gaze on him.

He looked up and met Chen Chu's gaze. Chen Chu didn't answer for him or give him any hints; he just looked at him quietly with a calm and gentle look in his eyes.

In that look, there was no urging to "say it quickly" or an implication to "don't say it," only a quiet waiting, as if to say, "You decide for yourself."

Chen Ziran suddenly understood.

He turned back to the dean of students and shook his head: "I don't know either. There were no accomplices, just the two of us."

The head of student affairs sneered, "Are you kidding me? Just the two of you? You finished those two packs of cigarettes by yourself? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

He leaned back in his chair, his tone carrying a sense of pressure.

"I'm asking you one last time. If you don't tell me, you two will have to take the blame for everything. You'll receive a major demerit, a school-wide reprimand, and be required to write a 5,000-word self-criticism. You'd better think it over."

Chen Ziran clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He was silent for a few seconds, then looked up.

"Yes. Just the two of us. Nobody else."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was firm.

The head of discipline stared at him for several seconds, then leaned back in his chair, put down his thermos, and was about to announce the punishment.

"So you're so loyal, huh? I'd like to see if your brothers will remember this kindness!"

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

In the corridor, several boys crowded at the doorway.

The tall boy at the front gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and suddenly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Director! It's not just their fault! We're partly to blame too!"

Behind him, four more people walked in one after another. They were all from Yang Xunran's class, the ones he usually played ball with, ate lunch with, and smoked together in the toilet.

Five people stood side by side in front of the desk, like a line of soldiers waiting to be inspected, each with a solemn expression.

One of the boys, who wore glasses, spoke with a trembling voice, but still managed to finish his sentence.

"If you're going to punish someone, punish them both... We smoked together, we can't let them both take the blame."

Yang Xunran suddenly raised his head, looked at the familiar faces around him, opened his mouth, and felt as if something was blocking his throat.

He sniffed and patted the tall boy next to him hard on the shoulder: "Thank you... thank you all!"

The tall guy stumbled from the slap, but shook his head after regaining his balance: "Brother B, we should be thanking you."

You and Ziran are both prepared to shoulder this responsibility.

That's too kind and righteous.

We must not kick someone when they're down.

A short, chubby boy next to him nodded vigorously: "That's right, we'll share the hardships!"

The boy with glasses chimed in, "Yeah, don't underestimate our bond!"

The head of student affairs slammed his hand on the desk, making a dull thud.

"You've gone too far!"

"So you're feeling proud of yourselves now?!"

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

He got so angry that he stood up and walked around behind his desk twice, then pointed at the seven boys standing side by side.

"Fine! You guys think you're loyal, huh? Then I'll punish you by making you clean the toilets for two weeks! All the toilets in the school! I'll call all your parents here! I want to see how your parents raised you!"

He took a deep breath, then turned his head, his gaze precisely locking onto Chen Chu.

He almost couldn't help but laugh.

He had been waiting for this moment for several days. He cleared his throat and spoke in a prim and proper tone.

"Mr. Chen, look at your child, your parenting methods, and the state of you..."

He shook his head, a pained expression on his face. "And your child is dishonest. I asked him who he was, and he absolutely refused to tell me. Is this the good son you raised?"

"You're such an irresponsible father..."

Chen Chu leaned back in his chair and waited for him to finish speaking before starting to search for keywords and then speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Director Feng, I agree that it's wrong for him to smoke."

He definitely made a mistake!

I already beat him up yesterday.

However, I disagree with your assertion that he is dishonest.

Just as Lao Feng was about to retort, Chen Chu didn't give him the chance: "On the contrary, I'm very proud. Because he has a very good eye for making friends."

He turned to look at the seven boys standing side by side. Chen Ziran was standing on the far side, next to Yang Xunran, and then next to the five boys who had volunteered to stand up. Each of them had a complicated expression.

"Smoking is his problem, and it's also my problem, because I didn't provide him with the right guidance and didn't tell him that it wasn't right to do it. But after I told him, he changed. That's his attitude."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the seven young faces: "But he has the ability to make friends who will share hardships with him; that's his skill. I'm very gratified that so many of his friends are willing to stand up for him and shoulder the burden together."

My son Ziran is not only an honest person, but also a discerning one.

A person with the ability to recognize talent.

His friends are also a group of responsible people who don't let their brother bear the blame alone. In my eyes, they are all excellent.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

The seven boys stood still.

They glanced at each other.

So, we're that awesome?

The number of comments on the screen surged because of Chen Chu's words.

The camera then discreetly began filming the boys.

Several boys involuntarily puffed out their chests.

So this is how awesome we are in Chen Ziran's dad's eyes!

Chen Ziran's father is so kind and righteous!

The head of the teaching department looked at the seven boys who suddenly straightened their chests and whose expressions changed from tragic to proud.

Like a holy knight bravely facing death.

It's like a tragic song from the Yan and Zhao regions.

He was completely devastated.

"What's with those expressions? Anyone who didn't know better would think the seven of you had just returned victorious from a battle! I'll say it again, two weeks of cleaning toilets! A five-thousand-word self-criticism! Not a single word less!"

"No! We need to criticize them throughout the entire school!"

"Publicly criticized by name across the entire school!"

"You lot are all outrageous! You completely disregard school rules and regulations!"

I heard that I would be publicly criticized.

Surprisingly, the boys didn't seem to react much.

Not only that.

Yang Xunran felt that things might not be so bad after all.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Director, when you say 'name-and-should-be-criticized,' do you mean repeatedly criticizing people by name?"

The head of academic affairs sneered, "It's not just a public reprimand, it's a school-wide announcement! They'll be writing big-character posters about it!"

Yang Xunran was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

The so-called big-character poster.

It's the "Honor Roll" at the school gate!

This means that he can be honored on the honor roll based solely on his achievements, without relying on his performance.

Not only that, but it's broadcast on a two-week cycle!

Not only that, but the whole school also needs to know that he cleaned the toilets.

What's the difference between this and praise?

Yang Xunran stood tall and proud.

From then on.

The king of toilets in the world is none other than "Kon"!

The others also realized what was happening.

A high chin and a protruding chest.