Rebirth: Starting from Saving the Desperate Girl

Chapter 63 Theory and Objectivity

"Teacher Shu, you know that as the discipline committee member, I cannot tolerate even a grain of sand in my eyes."

Seeing the woman approaching angrily, Chen An began to explain.

He immediately let go of his hand and helped the flat-headed man to stand up.

Zhang Shan's legs were still a little weak and trembling, and a large area of ​​his school uniform trousers was wet.

The feeling of being on the verge of suffocation is definitely not pleasant, and it cannot be solved by getting punched in the face or feeling pain for two or three minutes.

It is more likely to be a psychological trauma that will be difficult to erase for a lifetime.

So even though Chen An had let go, his eyes were still wide open, his hands were on the desk, cold sweat wet his forehead, and he was breathing heavily.

Chen An patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Relax, classmate. It's normal to feel a little dizzy."

He was not afraid that anything might really happen. After all, this trick was taught by the cheap master and was said to be safe and practical.

On the other side, listening to his words, Shu Keqing's expression gradually became complicated.

She took a deep breath and glanced at Chen An.

"You and Zhang Shan, come with me to the office."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out in her high heels.

Chen An watched her back and was about to pick up the honey badger with him, but was grabbed by a small hand behind him.

The palms of our hands touched, feeling soft, warm, and slightly moist.

Chen An was startled and turned around to look.

Li Qingyue bit her lip, met his gaze, and actually stood up as well.

"I will go with you."

she whispered.

"..."

Knowing that the girl was probably worried about him, Chen An smiled.

"You don't have to go, just stay in the classroom."

Then I tried to pull my hand away, but surprisingly it didn't twitch.

Chen An raised his eyebrows, "Why, you don't want to let it go?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Qingyue immediately let go like a frightened rabbit, took two steps back, pressed herself against the wall, lowered her head and dared not look at him.

The earlobes and chin were visibly flushed.

"No, no."

She denied it quietly.

After a while, when I looked up again, the figure was no longer in front of me.

……

……

The corridor, on the way to the office.

Zhang Shan walked in front, with his neck stretched out, looking back from time to time.

The look in his eyes was much clearer.

Chen An and Zhou Yutong naturally fell behind.

"Chen An, you have great...strength"

Zhou Yutong poked his arm and whispered something.

Thinking of the scene she saw when she rushed into the classroom, the girl couldn't help swallowing.

The sound paused.

Chen An glanced at her, confirmed that he was just overthinking, and kindly reminded her:

"Next time, remember to finish your words in one breath."

"..."

I followed him into the office. The lunch break had not yet ended. There were not many teachers in the office, just one male teacher and Shu Keqing.

Shu Keqing was sitting at her workstation at this moment, holding a red pen and correcting homework with an expressionless face.

He wrote and drew, quickly finished marking one book, and then took out the next one.

Zhang Shan stood a little in front of her, with his head down and not saying a word.

A very practical move.

When dealing with students who have made mistakes, teachers usually don't rush to talk to them, but leave them alone for a while, waiting for them to feel uncomfortable before dealing with them. The office was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the red pen scratching on the paper.

The other male teacher's workstation was further back and was probably also idle. He was drinking water from a thermos cup while looking at me with a cheerful look on his face.

Chen An did not pull up an empty chair and sit down. This was indeed what the male protagonists in the rebirth novels he had read before often did. They could use it to express their maturity, their fearlessness in getting along with teachers, and their individuality.

In short, show off.

But Chen An felt that there was nothing wrong with standing. After all, he had to stand in the stance every morning and was used to it.

At this time, the temperament of the two young men was fully revealed.

Still standing, one scratches his ears and cheeks, moves here, touches there, and occasionally touches his butt and picks his fingers.

A man stands tall with his hands hanging naturally, quietly, occasionally closing his eyes to rest.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Finally, Shu Keqing put down the red pen, turned her chair, crossed her long legs, and asked in a cold voice.

Her eyes swept over Zhang Shan and Chen An in turn.

As for Zhou Yutong, as the class monitor and a witness to the whole process, she naturally came along.

Hearing the question, Zhou Yutong moved her lips and was about to speak, but Shu Keqing gave her a look and stopped her.

"Come on, Zhang Shan, you speak first."

Zhang Shan hesitated when his name was called. He turned his head and glanced at Chen An. He felt a little flustered for some reason, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"Teacher Shu, you saw it too. He was the one who started it. I didn't touch him at all, and I didn't fight back!"

His tone was very confident, and it was obvious that he had already organized the words in his mind.

"Otherwise, with my physique, I can't just beat him casually!"

Finally, Zhang Shan didn't want to show weakness, so he added another sentence.

Young people these days consider face more important than life.

Shu Keqing frowned after listening to this, but did not rush to express her opinion. Instead, she continued to ask another party involved.

"Chen An, what about you? Do you have anything to say?"

To be honest, although she had a bad impression of Chen An because of some things, that was relative.

Compared to Zhang Shan, even if Zhou Yutong was not a witness, Shu Keqing would trust Chen An more in her heart.

The young man who had closed his eyes to rest slowly opened them, uttered an "oh", and said casually:
"I don't need to say anything, right? After all, maintaining class order is what I should do."

Shu Keqing's eyebrows twitched, and she couldn't help but retort: ​​"You are still addicted to it, right?"

"Then why didn't you care about the class discipline before?"

Upon hearing this, Chen An pointed at classmate Tongtong who had a confused look on her face.

"The monitor is here. I think he's doing a good job. There's no need for me to get involved."

"you……"

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath.

After repeating it silently twice in her mind, Shu Keqing suppressed the urge to hit someone.

For some reason, every time she was with this boy, she would get easily angry.

In other words, it is easy to get emotional.

The boy acted like he didn't matter to anyone, and as a teacher, being used to students' fearful looks, it made me feel uncomfortable.

Shu Keqing calmed down, realized that he had diverted the topic, and said coldly again:
"In other words, you admit that you and Zhang Shan had a fight?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Shan, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly widened his eyes and said anxiously: "Teacher, I didn't even fight back, and it's considered a fight?!"

Shu Keqing ignored him and just stared at Chen An.

She saw the young man frowning slightly and said:

"Theoretically, not really, but objectively, it may be the case."

"puff."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the male teacher who had been drinking water while watching the show choke on his mouth. His old face was tense, as if he was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Finally, I couldn't help it and slapped the table with my hands.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Shu Keqing took a deep breath, frowning.

(End of this chapter)