The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Zhao Kuan was already seething with anger because of the other teachers' sarcastic remarks.

Upon hearing this, his face instantly turned ashen.

He suppressed his anger and first asked what had happened.

Upon learning that it was one of his students who had attacked Fu Hua because he couldn't stand hearing male students from another class use extremely offensive and vulgar jokes to insult her,

The scales in Zhao Kuan's heart tipped instantly!

He suddenly turned to the homeroom teacher who was still making sarcastic remarks.

His voice rose with anger, and he retorted without any politeness:

"Teacher Wang, please understand the situation before you speak. Why did my student take action?"

"It's because your students are spewing filth and using the most vulgar language to insult female classmates. I want to ask you, how do you educate your students? Are they vagrants?!"

"Or does having good grades give you the right to act lawlessly and arbitrarily slander others' character?"

If your female classmates were talked about like this behind their backs, could you tolerate it?!

"What's wrong with my students standing up for their classmates and stopping this outrageous behavior?! Does being a good student mean cowering like a turtle and listening to their whims?!"

His rapid-fire questions were forceful and resounding.

The teacher, Mr. Wang, blushed and paled in turns, his mouth agape but unable to find a rebuttal.

The students in my class, though impulsive, were in the right.

A surge of protective instinct welled up in Zhao Kuan's chest.

He turned to the grade head and said firmly, "Head, I believe my student in this matter. It started because the other party maliciously insulted me first, and the words were extremely offensive!"

Although my student's methods were inappropriate, his purpose was to protect his classmates and uphold justice!

If you're going to take action, deal with those who spew vulgarities and damage the school's reputation first!

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense.

Zhao Kuan's impassioned speech, though reasonable, seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest.

The homeroom teachers of Class A, Class B, and even Class C all quit.

They already had a lot of complaints about Class 6, which was poorly managed and had the worst grades.

Seeing Zhao Kuan so protective of his own, they immediately united and attacked him en masse.

"Teacher Zhao, what kind of attitude is this? You think you're right to fight?"

"Exactly! No matter the reason, resorting to violence is a violation of school rules!"

"The quality of the students in your Class 6 is evident; no wonder there was cheating..."

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too!"

A barrage of accusations rained down on Zhao Kuan like hailstones.

Facing a barrage of attacks from numerous "colleagues" alone, his face flushed red, he still stubbornly argued his case.

It was emphasized that the other student insulted the female student first, using vulgar language, which was egregious in nature.

The grade head frowned and invited the head of academic affairs to come.

However, it didn't work; the teachers continued arguing back and forth like the quarreling aunties at the market.

The headmaster's head was throbbing from the noise. He slammed his hand on the table and yelled, "Shut up, all of you!"

The office fell silent instantly.

The head of discipline rubbed his aching temples, looking at the chaotic situation before him, and quickly weighed the options in his mind.

This matter isn't a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either.

It was a fight that started with a verbal argument between students.

But if the matter really gets to the university president, he will definitely be held accountable for his poor management.

Let's just give each of us a fair share of the blame.

He cleared his throat, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "I already know what happened. Those of you in the class who started this, you will receive a warning and be required to write a self-criticism!"

"Students in Class D who acted impulsively will also receive a warning, be required to write a self-criticism, and apologize to each other. This matter will end here. If anyone causes trouble again, the punishment will be upgraded, their parents will be contacted, and they will be suspended from school for half a month."

Taking a leave of absence from school?

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces immediately turned pale with fright.

Putting aside how much schoolwork is missed during a two-week break, the parents will lose face.

Among those who got into fights, there were also quite a few good students and promising talents.

Therefore, neither teachers nor students are willing to take a break from school.

The punishment from the head of teaching affairs had no choice but to accept it.

This approach, seemingly "fair," is actually a compromise and an attempt to smooth things over.

The intention of the students in Class D to protect their classmates was not fully affirmed.

Although Zhao Kuan was dissatisfied, he could only swallow his anger and accept it since the director had already spoken.

The news quickly reached Class 6.

"What? We have to get a demerit and write a self-criticism for defending our classmates? Why should we?!"

Zhang Wen was the first to explode, standing up abruptly.

"No way! I have to go talk to the director! Those bastards are spewing such foul language, beating them would be too lenient!"

If she heard that nonsense, she would rush up and scratch those boys' faces to pieces.

Her call to action was met with indignation from several other girls in the class, who then rushed toward the office.

"Wenwen, everyone wait a minute."

Fu Hua stood up from her seat. Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at her.

Fu Hua walked up to Zhang Wen, her gaze sweeping over each classmate who stood up for her.

Her clear eyes held genuine gratitude: "Thank you, thank you everyone for speaking up for me and standing up for me. I, Fu Hua, will remember this kindness."

She changed the subject, her tone calm and rational: "However, going to the office to argue now will only make things more difficult for Teacher Zhao and make the director more resentful; it will do no good at all."

"The school has already made its decision, and confronting them head-on will only make things worse."

Zhang Wen said anxiously, "Are we just going to let it go like this? What they said about you..."

"Those who are pure will themselves be cleansed."

Fu Hua interrupted her, her tone firm, "People can talk, we can't shut everyone's mouths."

But we can prove ourselves through actions. Fighting solves nothing; it only gives our opponents ammunition against us.

The most resounding slap should come from academic achievements.

She looked at everyone, her gaze steady, carrying a wisdom beyond her years: "I truly appreciate everyone's kindness; it warms my heart. This matter arose because of me, so please let me handle it, okay?"

Her sincere attitude and calm analysis gradually calmed down the excited Zhang Wen and her classmates.

Although they were still somewhat unwilling, they were all willing to listen to her.

Fu Hua didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked out of the classroom.

After a while, she came back carrying a plastic bag.

It contained mercurochrome, cotton swabs, and several plasters that I had just bought from the convenience store.

She quietly placed the medicine on the desks of Zhao Meng, Chen Zhe, and several other male classmates who had participated in the fight.

No words were superfluous, but this gesture was more powerful than any expression of gratitude.

Returning from the office, the boys, filled with resentment, first looked at the medicine on the table.

Then look at the girls who welcomed them like heroes.

The slight unhappiness in my heart instantly dissipated by more than half.

It even gave me a feeling that it was "worth it".

When the school bell rang at noon, Fu Hua did something that surprised the whole class.

She stood on the podium, facing the students who were preparing to leave for lunch.

He said clearly, "If you're free at noon, go to the cafeteria."

"I told the cafeteria staff in advance to add a few main dishes, and that rice and soup would be unlimited. It's on me."

Thank you everyone for today's maintenance, and... to calm everyone down.