si-mexico Chapter 573 Shut your mouth
Chapter 573 Shut your mouth
It should have been a quiet noon, but the house was in a mess, with tables and chairs toppled over and the floor littered with food leftovers.
As soon as Zhong Li stepped into the classroom and saw the chaotic scene, her anger suddenly rose up and her face turned red in an instant.
She usually has a gentle personality, but faced with this chaos, it is difficult for her to suppress the anger in her heart.
"How come such a good classroom has been turned into this state again!"
She muttered to herself, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
Then, she took a few steps to the podium, raised her hand suddenly, and slammed it heavily on the podium with a "bang". The sound echoed in the classroom.
"What are you guys doing? I told you to have a good meal, and you ended up in such a mess? And you're fighting in the classroom in the middle of the day?"
Her voice was rapid, filled with barely concealed anger.
Zhong Li's anger burned even more fiercely when she saw Zheng Zhihuan still squatting on the ground as she swept her eyes across the classroom.
Zheng Zhihuan had messy hair, his clothes were stained with food, and he lowered his head.
"Come on, who's fighting with whom? Stand up!" Zhong Li raised her voice again. "If you don't want to eat your meal, then stand out here!"
The children were frightened by this sudden anger, and fear appeared on their tender faces. The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, with only slight sobbing sounds.
At this moment, Zhou Qingyuan, dressed in blue, straightened up and quickly stood up. He pointed at Zheng Zhihuan and said loudly, "Sir, it's Zheng Zhihuan. He didn't eat properly and even hit people!"
His voice was clear and loud, standing out in the quiet classroom.
Zhong Li subconsciously looked at Zhou Qingyuan, a complicated look flashing in her eyes.
She knew that Zhou Qingyuan's father was the chief clerk in Xianyang City. Although the position of chief clerk was not high and powerful in this area, he was doing well and had a wide network of contacts.
Thinking of this, Zhong Li paused obviously when she heard Zhou Qingyuan's words, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face.
However, she still pretended to be calm and asked, "Is that so?"
There was an unconscious gentleness in his voice.
The classroom was silent, no one responded, only the birds singing outside the window could be heard.
Zhong Li turned her gaze towards Zheng Zhihuan, who was still sitting on the ground, and said with disgust, "Zheng Zhihuan, get up and stand outside as punishment."
"Your mother raised you with so much hardship. It was already very difficult. How can you be worthy of your mother by behaving like this in the academy?"
"You're still hitting people in the classroom. Is this how I teach you?"
As she spoke, she frowned in disgust.
At this moment, Zheng Zhihuan seemed to have lost his soul. He did not respond to Zhong Li's words at all. He just stared at the bamboo pot in his hand that had been damaged beyond recognition.
This bamboo pot was woven for him by his mother herself, but now, the bamboo pot is broken, just like his broken mood at the moment.
Zhong Li was about to continue scolding when she saw Zheng Zhihuan, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly stand up.
His eyes were red and veins popped out on his forehead. He suddenly picked up the bamboo pot in his hand and stabbed Zhou Qingyuan with all his strength.
Zhou Qingyuan was completely unprepared, and the sharp, broken bamboo pot instantly pierced his back.
In an instant, blood flowed out, quickly staining his clothes with a shocking red.
This sudden change frightened Zhong Li so much that her face turned pale as paper, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
She stared at the bloody scene in horror with her eyes wide open, muttering to herself, "How...how could this happen..."
She had never seen so much blood before. She usually didn't even dare to watch a chicken being killed, but at this moment she was already panicked and her mind was blank.
The students around were also frightened and panicked, running around like frightened deer.
Some hid under the table, while others hugged their heads tightly, shouting hysterically: "Zheng Zhihuan killed people, Zheng Zhihuan killed people!"
While shouting, he backed away desperately, staying far away, fearing that he would be involved in this terrible incident.
Zhou Qingyuan was still in shock at first and didn't feel much pain, but as the blood continued to flow out, he felt a piercing pain in his back.
He wanted to call for help, but those who had just joined him in accusing Zheng Zhihuan were now avoiding him as if he were the plague, including Zhong Li.
These people, who grew up in a stable environment and had never seen blood, were suddenly thrown into disarray when faced with this sudden situation and had no idea how to deal with it.
Zhong Li's mind was in a mess. Zhou Qingyuan's father was the chief clerk. If Zhou Qingyuan died here, she would definitely be responsible. She might even lose her teaching job or end up in jail.
Thinking of this, Zhong Li's first reaction was to call for help. She turned around in panic, stumbling, and just as she was about to rush out, she suddenly remembered that there was a man standing outside.
She hurried out with a panic on her face and shouted at the man, "Why are you still standing outside? Come in and help?" Her voice became sharp and shrill because of nervousness.
Li Chengqian stood there quietly, looking at Zhong Li calmly, without responding immediately. After a moment, he walked slowly towards the classroom.
Zheng Zhihuan, looking at the still-bleeding Zhou Qingyuan and the blood on his own hands, felt a surge of mixed emotions. Initially, he felt frightened, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with terror.
But when he saw Zhou Qingyuan's painful and twisted expression, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a pleasure he had never experienced before.
Because this was the first time, he no longer felt like a weak person who could be bullied. He protected himself and defended his dignity in his own way.
When Li Chengqian stepped into the classroom, the originally panicked students seemed to have found their backbone.
Although they didn't know who this man was, the appearance of an adult man in this moment of chaos and fear seemed to give them a reassurance.
Only Zheng Zhihuan felt a little scared in his heart, but looking at this man, he felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen him before in some distant memory.
Zhong Li followed Li Chengqian, chattering non-stop, telling him what had just happened, her voice trembling.
Li Chengqian's originally calm face gradually frowned, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He responded coldly: "Shut up, no one will die." The voice was so cold that Zhong Li froze in place.