Chapter 194 Slapping Each Other!

a year! Half a year later, that's when Longlin will be rebuilt!That team, even if it isn't Longlin and doesn't have the prowess or talent of the previous Longlin, won't likely fall far behind—after al...Chapter 194: Slapping Each Other!

The female teacher coldly said, "This is the kind of brother you've raised!" "Since he can't attend class, take him to my office and wait for me there! After class, I need to have a talk with you!"

"Alright."

Wang Zheng still smiled as he patted Wu Xiaoqiang on the shoulder before turning around and leaving.

Song Ziyè didn't understand why Wang Zheng wasn't reacting, but she knew that whatever he was doing must have a reason. Thus, Song Ziyè did not interrupt him but merely frowned slightly and followed behind Wang Zheng.

As they walked to the office with Wu Xiaoqiang, Wang Zheng started chatting: "Where is your father working"

"My dad went to Beijing to build a building. He only comes back once a year." Wu Xiaoqiang said softly, “Last New Year’s Eve, my dad couldn’t buy train tickets and didn’t come home.”

“Do you miss him” Looking at this strong and懂事boy, Song Ziyè felt heartache.

“Yes.”

“Are the teachers here often criticizing you” Wang Zheng continued to gather information.

Wu Xiaoqiang lowered his head and did not speak.

Evidently, Wang Zheng already knew the answer, but he still encouraged this child to say what was in his heart: "Come on, tell Brother. I want to know the truth."

"Teacher Li often criticizes me because lately, I’ve been dozing off during class. The teacher also said that attending school is useless for me since after elementary school graduation, I’ll only be working anyway."

Song Ziyè was shocked, extremely shocked: "How can there be such a teacher!"

Wang Zheng’s gaze turned cold. “What else did Teacher Li say about you”

"Nothing much. It's all similar stuff anyway." Wu Xiaoqiang’s mood clearly wasn’t very high, "Now I don't even want to go to school anymore. After elementary school graduation, I’ll go to Beijing to find my dad and earn money with him."

“You’re so young, what kind of money can you earn” Song Ziyè felt heartache as she heard this.

"Did you like attending school in the past"

"Yes."

“Now”

“No.”

Wang Zheng’s eyes were already narrowed to a slit.

The greatest tragedy of education is not being unable to nurture talent or mislead children, but rather eradicating ideals.

At this point, whether it's elementary school students or college students, it makes no difference.

How many young boys dream of dancing in the sky but are mocked by their teachers and bullied by classmates, leading them to lose confidence and gradually give up on unrealistic goals that don't conform to conventional paths Some people, like Bill Gates, have tried and succeeded. Of course, this is only a fraction of a percent lucky individuals; there are still many who leave school without achieving their ideals but can proudly say: "I tried my best and I have no regrets."

But what about those who give up before even trying Will they feel sorrow in years to come when they recall the dreams that slipped away

In Wang Zheng's view, education must reinforce people’s ideals and hope, especially for schools like this one for children of migrant workers where material conditions are already meager; spiritual fulfillment is crucial. Otherwise, there would be little point in building such a school. However, the situation currently seems far from optimistic.

Moreover, if these children are hurt or scarred emotionally at this school, it will be extremely detrimental to their future growth.

"I don't want to go to school anymore."

Hearing Wu Xiaoqiang say this, Wang Zheng was deeply saddened and unwilling; his eyes were cold as he clearly restrained the anger in his heart.

Entering the office, Wang Zheng immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number.

When connected, Wang Zheng said coldly: "I'm Wang Zheng. I’m at Bixiang Hope Primary School; come over right now!"

Before the other end could respond, Wang Zheng hung up.

At this moment, another male teacher entered the office, followed by two male students.

The male teacher looked at Wang Zheng in surprise and asked: "Who are you Looking for someone"

Wang Zheng smiled and said: "I'm a parent here waiting for Mr. Li."

"Oh, your child must have caused trouble again," the male teacher glanced at Wang Zheng disdainfully before turning to his two students and said: "Talking during class; how should I punish you"

The two students remained silent with their heads down.

"Go home now and call your parents."

“Teacher, don’t call our parents. We promise we won't talk in class anymore," one student pleaded; calling a parent to school seemed terrifying to him.

The male teacher looked at the two students with amusement: "Not calling their parents is also an option. How about this You both slap each other until I’m satisfied. Since talking during class, you won’t be punished by me personally; instead, punish yourselves."

Upon hearing this, the two boys exchanged looks and hesitated.

"Start slapping! Why aren't you starting yet Hurry up; don’t just go through the motions. Hit hard!" The male teacher crossed his arms to watch.

Wang Zheng’s fists clenched tightly.

"You pervert!" Song Ziyue couldn't stand it and slapped the male teacher, causing him to see stars!

"Who are you Why hit me" The male teacher angrily said while covering his face; however, upon seeing Song Ziyue’s stunning face, he immediately forgot about pain.

"That's because you deserve it." Wang Zheng also stepped forward and said, "A teacher who takes pleasure in tormenting students is someone we don't need."

The male teacher asked, somewhat agitated, "Who are you to talk to me like this"

Wang Zheng shook his head and replied, "Right now, I don’t want to argue with you. All I want to do is hit you until you can't move."

Saying that, Wang Zheng slapped the male teacher across the face with a resounding crack! The five fingerprints were clearly visible.

"You dare hit me I... "

The male teacher tried to say something more but Wang Zheng punched him in the side of his face. His jaw dislocated and he started howling in pain, saliva dripping from his mouth.

The two elementary school students were stunned on the spot, completely at a loss as to what to do. Even Wu Xiaqiang was taken aback by Wang Zheng’s boldness; he never expected that someone would dare hit a teacher! In their minds, teachers were inviolable authority figures. Therefore, Wang Zheng's actions directly overturned their worldview.

"Boys, come here, I have something to tell you," Wang Zheng said to the three stunned boys: "I'm going to tell you four sentences that you must remember."

“First, respect your teachers and uphold traditional values.”

“Secondly, don’t change your ideals just because of others.”

“Third, whether in dealing with people or doing things, the most important thing is to be clear in conscience. Only when you have no regrets can you speak with confidence.”

“Fourth, children from poor families don’t have as many opportunities for mistakes as those from wealthy families.”

"Do you remember" Wang Zheng's voice was soft.

The eyes of Song Ziyè on the other side were sparkling and getting brighter by the second.

“What do these sentences mean” asked one male student.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly, "Whether you can understand them is a matter for later. Right now, all that matters is remembering them."

"I remember," Wu Xiaqiang stepped forward, looking at Wang Zheng and Song Ziyè with a tone of voice much more excited than before, saying, "Brother and sister, I've remembered everything you said. Thank you."

The other two boys remained clueless.

"Alright, go back to your classroom now. If there's no trouble, you'll have a half-day off this afternoon."

“Really”

The boy was clearly more interested in hearing about the half-day off than anything else Wang Zheng had said.

"Of course, go quickly." Wang Zheng patted the back of the boy's head and said that to him.

“Great! Then we should hurry up and go!” The two boys immediately started running away.

Wu Xiaoqiang sincerely said again, "Thank you."

Wang Zheng smiled and said, "As long as your conscience is clear."

Song Ziyè also came to Wu Xiaoqiang's side, crouched down slightly and said, "Little boy, I'm looking forward to seeing the day when you grow up."

Wu Xiaoqiang nodded firmly and turned around to leave.

At this moment, Wu Xiaoqiang's homeroom teacher, Miss Li, also walked in.

"Hey hey hey, don't go, come back here! Who gave you permission to leave" As soon as Miss Li saw Wu Xiaoqiang leaving, she immediately shouted angrily.

"I let him go," Wang Zheng said.

"You let him go What gives you the right to let him go I'm his homeroom teacher! It's my call here!" Miss Li immediately roared.

However, when this woman saw the male teacher beside her groaning in pain, she instantly looked shocked and asked, "Teacher Xue, what happened"

Wang Zheng said to Song Ziyè who was standing by his side, "The scene that follows will be quite gory. If you don't want to watch it, you can go for a walk."

Song Ziyè gently replied, "Wherever you are is where I am."

"Alright then." Wang Zheng stood up and walked towards the door, locking it from the inside so that unless someone outside forcibly broke down the door, it couldn't be opened.

"Teacher Xue, what happened to you" The woman named Miss Li didn't notice Wang Zheng's actions.

Teacher Xue held his chin and pointed fearfully at Wang Zheng.

"Was it you who hurt Teacher Xue like this To dare assault a public educator in public, your courage is truly remarkable." The Miss Li looked calm on the surface but she clearly wasn't able to remain so for much longer.

Wang Zheng sneered and said, "You call yourself an educator"

Without waiting for Miss Li's retort, Wang Zheng continued, "Corrupting the flowers of China, making children develop a hatred towards school and thoughts of dropping out at such young ages—do you have any idea how much sin you've committed"

Miss Li sneered coldly in return, "The children of these migrant workers are also considered the flowers of China They're as good as nothing! Just a bunch of migrant worker brats!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ziyè's face immediately turned cold. "How can you talk like that You don't even have any virtue in your mouth!"

"I have virtue Why should I have it" Miss Li, clearly a stubborn woman, retorted at once, "You look so good—aren't you a high-class escort from some big city"

Before the words had fully left her lips, Wang Zheng's figure vanished from his spot and in the next second, Miss Li's body laden with excess flesh slammed into the wall!

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