What's wrong with me, a school principal, listening to students' suggestions?

Lin Yucai was staring at the progress schedule of the library construction site, feeling worried, when his phone suddenly rang.

Unknown number.

"Feed?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Lin Yucai?"

"I am a police officer from the East City Government Office. Your student Zhang Yang and three others are at the police station. Please come over as soon as possible."

Lin Yucai's mind went blank for a moment. "What's going on? What did they do?"

"We can discuss the details when you arrive. He's alright. I noticed that you were the emergency contact he left, so I'm sorry to trouble you to come over."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yucai immediately called Su Qingyan.

"Zhang Yang and the others have been taken to the police station. Come with me to see them."

Ten minutes later, the two sat in the G-Wagon, Su Qingyan's face full of worry.

"Could it be a fight?"

"It shouldn't be that bad."

Lin Yucai looked at the street scene rushing past the window, but he felt uncertain.

Although Zhang Yang has changed a lot, he still has that rebellious streak deep down.

What if something really serious happens...

The car stopped in front of the police station, and the two quickly walked into the lobby.

The on-duty police officer glanced at the visitor log and led them to the mediation room.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Yucai saw Zhang Yang sitting in a chair.

The kid had bruises on his face, a bruise around his left eye, and scabs on his lips.

The three men sitting next to him—Skinny Monkey, Liu Meng, and Zhao Yang—sat ramrod straight, like three wooden stakes.

"Exaggerated!"

Su Qingyan quickly stepped forward and raised her hand to touch the injury on his face.

"Principal Su, I'm fine."

Zhang Yang turned his face away, his voice a little muffled.

"What exactly happened?" Lin Yucai asked, suppressing his anger.

Zhang Yang didn't speak, staring at the floor with his head down.

Skinny Monkey couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Principal, we saw some thugs bullying an old man on the street, so we went to help them."

"And the result?"

"Then those guys said we were meddling and they even started a fight." Skinny Monkey swallowed hard. "Zhang Yang got beaten up, so a few of us joined in, and then we were brought here."

Lin Yucai's anger subsided somewhat, but it hadn't completely dissipated.

"It's good to stand up for what's right, but next time, consider letting adults handle these kinds of issues first."

"It's too late!" Liu Meng exclaimed anxiously. "The old man has already been pushed to the ground; we can't just stand by and watch, can we?"

Just as Lin Yucai was about to say something more, a sharp laugh came from the mediation room next door.

"These few poor students? They dare to lay a hand on my son?"

The sound was terribly harsh.

Lin Yucai frowned and looked at the police officer.

"The other party was next door and was beaten quite badly. Their family is well-off, so they were very aggressive."

The police officer sighed and lowered his voice.

"What's your background?"

"His father is the owner of a local real estate company, named Zhao Guangming."

Lin Yucai nodded, indicating that Su Qingyan should take a few students to the hall first.

"Principal..." Zhang Yang raised his head.

"Listen to me." Lin Yucai's tone left no room for argument.

After the students had all left, Lin Yucai looked at the police officers.

"Let me talk to them."

The police officer hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

There were four people sitting in the mediation room next door.

A blond-haired man with a bruised and swollen face leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked utterly disdainful.

Standing next to the blond-haired man were three henchmen, all of whom had bruises on their faces.

"My son kindly helped an elderly person, but these students are trying to extort money from him! I demand an explanation!"

A middle-aged man in a suit was sitting by the window, holding a cigarette, and he was yelling at the police officer.

Lin Yucai pushed the door open and entered, his gaze sweeping over the group of people.

"Who the hell are you?" the blond-haired young man raised his chin. "I'm asking you a question, answer me!"

"The principal of No. 13 Middle School is Lin Yucai."

Lin Yucai sat down opposite him, his tone calm.

"Oh, No. 13 Middle School?" the blond-haired guy laughed. "That bottom-tier, trashy school?"

"My students say that it seems like you guys were bullying the elderly, not helping them up."

Lin Yucai did not answer, but instead glanced at the middle-aged man.

"Bullshit!" Zhao Guangming slammed his fist on the table. "I know my son perfectly well. How could he possibly bully an old man?"

"What about the surveillance footage?" Lin Yucai asked the police officer.

The police officer was somewhat embarrassed, "The surveillance footage is still being retrieved..."

"Then let's wait until the surveillance footage is available."

Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"What do you think surveillance footage can prove?"

The blond-haired young man sneered, but his eyes became evasive.

"That proves you're a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

Lin Yucai's tone remained calm, but every word was like a knife.

Throughout all this time, he has been working hard.

He had always relied on Su Qingyan, his work partner, to relieve his emotions, but now that he had finally encountered a father and son who were spewing nonsense, he had to vent his anger properly.

Otherwise, he would have forgotten that in his previous life he was the invincible trash talker and the legendary keyboard warrior of the Northern Region.

The blond-haired man's face changed. "Who the hell are you calling trash?"

"I'm talking to you." Lin Yucai raised his eyelids. "What kind of skill is it to bully the elderly? If you're so tough, go bully someone stronger than you."

"you……"

"And you too." Lin Yucai's gaze shifted to Zhao Guangming. "Your son bullied an elderly person, and instead of disciplining him, you protected him. Is this your kind of upbringing?"

Zhao Guangming's face flushed red. "Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that?"

"I'm nothing," Lin Yucai laughed. "But at least I won't raise a son who bullies the elderly."

"You!" Zhao Guangming stood up, pointing his finger at Lin Yucai's nose, "Do you believe I'll have someone deal with you?"

"Go ahead and look," Lin Yucai said, spreading his hands. "The police are right here. Why don't you try looking for someone?"

The police officers quickly stopped Zhao Guangming, saying, "Calm down, calm down!"

"How old is your son this year? In his early twenties, right?" Lin Yucai continued slowly. "At this age, most people are working hard for their future."

"And him? He's an idle loafer who bullies the elderly on the street because he has a bit of money."

"Do you think he's a good-for-nothing?"

The blond-haired young man's face had turned pale, and his lips trembled as he couldn't speak.

"I've been teaching for so many years, and I've seen plenty of useless students."

Lin Yucai stood up, walked up to him, and looked down at him.

"But I've never seen anyone as useless as you before."

Do you know why?

The blond-haired young man stared intently at Lin Yucai.

"Because no one cares for you, no one loves you."

Lin Yucai's voice was very soft, but every word was like a needle piercing Huang Mao's heart.

"Your dad is rich, but he doesn't care about you at all."

"Where's your mom? She's probably busy playing cards and drinking tea, she doesn't have time to care about you at all."

"No, logically speaking, your dad should have found a stepmother."

"So you can only resort to such despicable means as bullying the elderly to prove your existence."

"Do you think I'm right?"

The blond-haired young man's eyes reddened, and his fists clenched tightly.

"you!"

Zhao Guangming seemed to have been touched on a sore spot and pounced on him.

Lin Yucai dodged to the side, seized Zhao Guangming's wrist, and twisted it gently.

Zhao Guangming screamed in agony as he was forced to immobilize himself.

"Stop! Why are you resorting to violence?" the police officer shouted.

"I acted in self-defense." Lin Yucai released his grip and patted Zhao Guangming on the shoulder. "Boss Zhao, calm down."

Zhao Guangming clutched his wrist, his face ashen.

"By the way, remember to let me know when you get the surveillance footage."

Lin Yucai turned and walked towards the door, but stopped halfway there.

"I want to see how your son will show his kindness in helping an old man."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out, and as he closed the door, you could still hear the roaring from inside.

"You brat, explain yourself! What exactly happened?"