Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Counselor Zhou pushed through the crowd and looked at the four girls lying haphazardly on the ground.

His brows were furrowed into a tight knot.

Upon seeing the counselor, Yang Yaxiu's arrogant and domineering demeanor vanished instantly.

She covered her face, which was swollen like a steamed bun.

Tears and snot covered his face.

She burst into tears.

"Teacher. Song Tingting is bullying me. Look what she did to me. I'm going to find my brother and my parents. Waaah... Song Tingting is bullying me at school."

Song Tingting let out a cold laugh.

"A few scumbags who don't like to study, waste their parents' hard work, and got into Peking University through connections spend their days ganging up to bully their classmates. When they win, they celebrate arrogantly, and when they lose, they call their parents and complain that they were bullied."

Yang Yaxiu stopped crying and trembled with anger.

She tore down both the inside and the outside, trampled them on the ground.

It was clearly her who seduced Zhou Yuheng.

Pointing at Song Tingting, he shouted at the counselor, "Teacher, listen to how she talks!"

Song Tingting took a step forward and looked down at her.

If any of my words hurt you, please tell me, and I'll say it again.

A boy with a middle parting hairstyle squeezed out from the crowd; he was usually quite close to Yang Yaxiu.

He pushed up his glasses and accused Song Tingting.

"Song Tingting, even if they started the trouble, you single-handedly injured all four of them. Aren't you just being a little reckless?"

Several classmates around him turned to look at the middle-parted hair.

Song Tingting lifted her eyelids and glanced at the man with the middle parting.

"It's none of my business to worry about things that aren't my concern, and it's like a dog eating a cold, unappetizing radish. They started this trouble but couldn't beat me. As their classmate, aren't you wrong for not taking the beating for them?"

The students around him burst out laughing.

The man with the middle parting was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

His face flushed red as he retreated back into the crowd.

The counselor, with a dark expression, asked about the whole incident.

Several classmates who disapproved of Yang Yaxiu's behavior recited her swear words in unison.

The counselor sighed after listening.

First, Yang Yaxiu and a few others were severely criticized, and they were told to write self-criticisms.

After saying that, he looked at the boys next to him and said, "You guys help me up and take Yang Yaxiu and the others to the infirmary to get them bandaged up."

Several classmates quickly came over to help.

Yang Yaxiu was dragged up by the chubby boy. "Yaxiu, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Little Fatty is Yang Yaxiu's simp.

Yang Yaxiu gave him a cold look, "You fatso, let go of me."

The counselor's face darkened. "Yang Yaxiu."

Yang Yaxiu had no choice but to ask Xiao Pang to help her to the infirmary, which made the sycophantic Xiao Pang extremely happy.

Before leaving, the counselor stared at Song Tingting for a long time.

"Song Tingting, go to my office and write a self-criticism. Next time you retaliate, control your strength and don't leave any marks. Fighting like this between classmates has a very bad influence."

Song Tingting nodded. "Teacher, I can apologize to Yang Yaxiu's parents in person."

The counselor waved his hand.

"No."

He left with a headache.

They were afraid that Song Tingting's apology to Yang Yaxiu's parents would turn into questioning and insults.

An hour later, in the corridor outside the school clinic.

Yang Yaxiu's parents did not come.

Her cousin Zhao Ziheng, who was a prominent figure at Peking University, rushed over.

Zhao Ziheng was very tall, wearing a crisp sweater, and had an outstanding appearance. Several boys from the basketball team followed behind him.

He went to see Yang Yaxiu first.

Yang Yaxiu tearfully filed a complaint, embellishing the story to portray Song Tingting as an unreasonable shrew.

Zhao Ziheng walked out of the ward.

They bumped right into Song Tingting, who was coming over to make fun of Yang Yaxiu.

Zhao Ziheng took a long stride and stood directly in front of Song Tingting.

He looked Song Tingting up and down, his gaze landing on the small bruise on her forehead.

Song Tingting tied her hair into a high ponytail with a light yellow silk scarf, and wore a simple light yellow sweater and jeans, exuding a clean and neat vibe.

"My cousin offended you." Zhao Ziheng put his hands in his pockets, his tone condescending. "I apologize to you on her behalf."

She was spoiled by her family since childhood and has a bad temper. Please stay away from her in the future.

Song Tingting, holding her book, looked up and stared directly at Zhao Ziheng.

"I received your insincere apology. I've always been curious about what kind of family would raise a girl who constantly uses words like 'bitch,' 'slut,' and 'genitals.' Now that I see you, I understand it's all due to your family background."

The corridor fell silent instantly.

The boys who came with Zhao Ziheng gasped.

Normally, girls would stumble over their words when they saw Zhao Ziheng, so this was the first time someone had dared to point at him and curse him to his face like that.

A boy from the basketball team next to me couldn't help but speak up:

"Hey classmate, don't you recognize him? This is Zhao Ziheng."

Song Tingting turned to look at the boy.

"Should I get to know him? Is he famous in a national-level laboratory? Or has he published some amazing paper? If he's just a brute who trains in sports, then sorry, I'm allergic to athletes."

She walked past Zhao Ziheng, carrying the book.

I took two steps.

She stopped and looked back at Zhao Ziheng.

"By the way, it's good to have a family tradition of learning, but in today's new society, we still need to eliminate the dross that should be discarded."

Also, please tell your cousin that I will repay her double for the insults she hurled at me.

Don't try to act all high and mighty in front of me. My family has been farmers and fishermen for generations. Am I proud of that?

Done.

Song Tingting went downstairs without looking back.

Zhao Ziheng stood there, his chest heaving violently.

He watched Song Tingting's retreating figure as she went downstairs, a subtle, intriguing expression appearing on his previously gloomy face.

In all his life, this was the first girl who showed him absolutely no mercy.

In the past, when girls saw him, they would either exclaim how handsome he was or shyly look away.

Song Tingting actually started cursing.

His good friend next to him patted Zhao Ziheng on the shoulder and laughed.

"Our school heartthrob got scolded today. But I think this girl is quite interesting. She comes from a family of fishermen and farmers, with impeccable background."

Nowadays, most people in schools like to curry favor with the children of high-ranking officials.

Who would proudly boast about being a fisherman or farmer?

The ward door was pushed open.

Yang Yaxiu and three other girls walked out with a limp.

Zhao Ziheng stopped smiling and turned to scold Yang Yaxiu, "You should stop bullying female classmates and watch your mouth."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yaxiu burst into tears again.

"Cousin, you're helping outsiders bully me. I'm going to tell Auntie."

The fire in her heart burned brighter and brighter. She gritted her teeth and was determined to find someone to make Song Tingting suffer a great loss.

That brat is good at studying and fierce in fights.

In the afternoon, Song Tingting took half a day off.

After this farce, she felt a little uneasy.

After all, this was the first time in her life she had hit someone so hard.

She needs to talk to someone.

She took the bus directly to the courtyard.

Aunt Wu was washing clothes in the yard when she told her that Song Xianglan was in the Locust Alley.

Song Tingting turned and ran towards the Locust Alley.

Push open the courtyard gate.

All the appliances in the yard have been moved out.

Bai Gang's wife and Wu Da Niang's daughter-in-law, Lu Hong, were squatting on the ground, sorting and packing the remaining T-shirts, shoes, socks, and scarves.

Bai Gang's wife chatted with Lu Hong while packing the food.

"We set up a stall at the night market every night to sell these things, and we can earn quite a bit of money. It's much better than working in a factory."

Lu Hong nodded repeatedly.

"My mother-in-law and I set up a stall at a nearby night market. My mother-in-law has also saved some money. She said that money is her retirement fund and no one should touch it."

"But it seems to me that they want to subsidize others."

Lu Hong felt uncomfortable, but Wu Tianming said that his mother could do whatever she wanted.

She also mentioned that Song Xianglan had a good relationship with Aunt Wu, and advised Lu Hong not to offend the Goddess of Wealth for a little money.

Lu Hong said a few sour words, but ultimately didn't voice her displeasure.

Bai Gang's wife pretended not to understand her meaning and turned to Song Xianglan, who was sitting in a rattan chair, and said, "Aunt Song, this yard is really big. It's just sitting empty anyway, but the area along the wall could be cultivated to grow some vegetables."

Song Xianglan took a sip of tea and smiled.

"This is the house Chen Zui rented. The landlord didn't tell him to grow vegetables, so he doesn't dare to mess with the layout. Let's use it and leave, so as not to cause any trouble for them."

You can't see into someone's heart.

Song Xianglan kept the house purchase a closely guarded secret, not letting out a single word.

Song Tingting carried a box of jujube and yam cakes she bought at the entrance of the alley and stepped into the courtyard.

"mom."

Song Xianglan put down her teacup, stood up, and went to greet her.

"You brat."

A voice with a Qingyang accent calling her "Stinky Girl" struck a nerve with Song Tingting.

Her nose stung with tears, and she went over to hug Song Xianglan's arm, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Mom, I miss you."

Song Xianglan touched the back of her daughter's head and sensed that something was wrong with her.

"Were you mistreated at school?"

Song Xianglan pulled Song Tingting to sit down on the wicker chair. Bai Gang's wife was very perceptive; she took a broom and went to sweep fallen leaves in a corner of the yard, leaving space for the mother and daughter.

Lu Hong also left.

Song Tingting placed the cardboard box on the table, unpacked it, and recounted everything that had happened at school that morning.

From Yang Yaxiu's cursing to her physical assault, to the counselor's handling of the situation and Zhao Ziheng's intervention.

After finishing her speech, Song Tingting lowered her head, her fingers twisting together.

"Mom, don't you think it's wrong of me to hit them? I injured all four of them."

Song Xianglan slapped her thigh, her voice booming.

"Well done! Excellent play! Absolutely fantastic!"

Song Tingting looked up and froze.

Song Xianglan grasped Song Tingting's hand in return; her palm was rough and strong.

"Your mother sent you out to study so that you could learn knowledge, not so that you could become a doormat."

We don't provoke trouble, but we're absolutely not afraid of it.

We don't usually bully others, but if someone dares to mess with us, we have to retaliate twice as hard.

If you hurt them, they'll think twice before swearing at you next time.

We're all experiencing life for the first time; don't let us suffer physically. If one of us has to suffer, then let it be the other person.

Song Tingting took a deep breath, and the slight anxiety in her heart completely disappeared.

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of jujube paste and yam cake and stuffed it into Song Tingting's mouth.

"That cousin of mine, well said. He looks respectable, but he's a scoundrel. If you ever run into someone like that again, don't waste your breath, just walk right past him. If he dares to stop you, you can fight him too. Mom will cover for you if anything happens."

Song Tingting chewed on the sweet yam cake and nodded vigorously.