17 Chapter 17: Spit Out What You Ate of Mine
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Before experiencing some things, Xiao Qianâs impression of teachers had always been of hardworking gardeners, teaching and nurturing people with a sunny and positive attitude.
Standing downstairs in the small, connected, two-floor building of her homeroom teacherâs office, Xiao Qian looked up at the mottled teaching building and said softly.
âIf it werenât for you, teacher, subverting my three views and demonstrating to me what it means to have different aspects in and out of the classroom, not fulfilling your duties while in office, and solely seeking money, I believe that after becoming a psychologist, I wonât be like you, only caring about.money and neglecting my sacred mission. In order to avenge the patients from my past who have been overcharged for medical expenses, Iâve decided to settle the score with you, teacher.â
Pushing her glasses up, she added.
âThat was just official jargon. To put it bluntly, itâs just as simple as you giving me back what you took.â
The homeroom teacher was a woman in her 30s with black-framed glasses. She had a very serious look and an intense aura of righteousness without even speaking a word.
Such a ârighteousâ person took her fatherâs benefits, hid the fact that she got admitted to a university, and later took the money from the bitchâs family, refusing to let her transfer her files.
The homeroom teacher had the appearance of a teacher, but not the substance of one.
When Xiao Qian went upstairs, the homeroom teacher was in the two-bedroom apartment given to her by the school, tutoring her childâs homework.
âYaya, how did your mother educate you? You canât even answer such a simple judgment question? Our country is a socialist country, and our fundamental task is to improve the quality of the entire nation. This is a free point!â
It happened that the homeroom teacher was also a political science teacher. She was very annoyed to see her daughter unable to answer such an easy question.
âMaybe itâs because the quality of the teachers is so low that the child feels a serious disconnect between the textbook and reality, and therefore canât answer.â
Xiao Qianâs voice unexpectedly rang out in the narrow space.
The homeroom teacher didnât expect Xiao Qian to come over. She frowned, unhappy.
âYou forgot to knock.â
âOr should I have called out for a report? I think youâve forgotten that Iâm not your student anymore.â Xiao Qian walked in on her own, looking surprised at the child who was doing homework on the table.
Wasnât this girl the one who had been beaten for stealing on the day she was reborn? The one with pathological kleptomania!
Seeing Xiao Qian, the girlâs face turned red, and she looked at Xiao Qian nervously, afraid she would mention the theft in front of her mother.
âYaya, you go out first.â The homeroom teacher realized Xiao Qian had brought trouble and sent her daughter away.
Xiao Qian closed the door and pressed down on her pocket.
âWhat are you here for?â The homeroom teacher asked.
âIâm here to confirm my college entrance exam score. I want to know if Iâve failed.â
Hearing Xiao Qian mention this, the homeroom teacherâs face changed, and her voice became unnatural.
âI told you about your score long ago, didnât I? I have so many students; how could I possibly remember each oneâsâ¦â
âHehe, you might not remember othersâ, but you shouldnât forget mine, right? Well, it doesnât matter if youâve forgotten. Iâll help you recall.â
Xiao Qian took out a stack of test papers from her bag. These were the college entrance exam questions she had just bought from the roadside.
âDo we need to, right here and now, go through them again? Teacher, in the three years of high school, my grades have never dropped below the top three in the whole grade. This year, our provinceâs top liberal arts score is 685 points. Although I canât reach the top, how could I possibly fail when I havenât had a mock test score below 640?â
She had wanted to ask these questions in her previous life, but back then, she had been too inexperienced in society, and even though she had a lot to say, she dared not say anything. In particular, the homeroom teacher represented absolute authority and the old Xiao Qian didnât have the courage to declare war on authority.
But now, she asked.
The homeroom teacher never thought that this student, who was usually quiet and a top scholar, could ask such questions, and she had no way to refute any of them.
Her face became pale for several seconds before she tried to argue and attempted to use her teacherâs authority to suppress Xiao Qian.
âYou didnât study hard, and when you failed, you came to the teacherâs house to make trouble? Your behavior is problematic.â
âArenât you afraid that your tongue will be twisted by the wind when you say such things? Would you not know how well I study? As for character, yes, you are a political science teacher indeed, but what youâve done is not only unqualified to be a role model for your students but also falls below the bottom line of being a human being.â
When the homeroom teacher took Chen Linâs money, she never imagined that she would provoke such a person. Xiao Qianâs words were sharp, and she couldnât refute them. She could only turn around and try to leave.
Xiao Qian blocked the door. âTell me again, how many points did I score?â
In a year or two, college entrance exam scores could be checked online. But before the internet was fully popularized, nobody knew how many people had been cheated by those with malicious intent.
âDonât be unreasonable. If you didnât pass, you didnât pass!â
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qian finally played her trump card. She took out the red Admission Notice and the postal receipt from her bag.
âThen tell me, what is this?â Xiao Qian held up the Admission Notice and began to read it word by word.
âChen Xiaoqian, our school has decided to admit you to the Sociology and Psychology College, Clinical Psychology major. Pleaseâ¦â
Before Xiao Qian could finish reading, the homeroom teacherâs arrogance disappeared.
âHow did you get it?!â
âHow I got it is not the point. The point is, teacher, what do you think the education bureau will do if I give them the recordings of our conversations?â
Xiao Qian took out a portable player from her pocket and compared it again and again.
The homeroom teacherâs face turned pale, she stepped back, and looked at Xiao Qian as if she had seen a ghost.
She was just a child, a teenager in her early teens. How could she have such ruthless means?
It was as if Xiao Qian had read her thoughts. She walked over to the teacherâs bookshelf, which was full of Marxist, Leninist, Maoist, and Dengist theory books. Quite ironically, this political science teacher was capable of doing such things.
âTeacher, in the classroom, youâre full of benevolence, righteousness, and moral integrity. You speak of ideals and striving, but in private, you sacrifice the dreams of others for your tiny advantages. What of the âstrivingâ you preached? Is it climbing over the corpses of others?â
âSince youâve already got the Admission Notice, go back and prepare for school. Itâs pointless to say anything else.â The homeroom teacherâs voice was obviously uncertain, and Xiao Qianâs threat to report her to the education bureau made her very afraid.
If such a thing was disclosed, she definitely could not continue being a teacher.
âPointless? Tell me, whatâs the point? One year of pre-school, six years of primary school, three years of junior high, three years of high school. Iâve been reading for a total of 13 years. In a personâs life, how many 13-year periods can be wasted? And with a simple âitâs pointless,â you want to shrug me off?â