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On the third day of school, Qiaoqiao's teacher called her parents to the school.

Who are Qiaoqiao's parents? It must be Zhou Wenhui.

"Come over here, the teacher wants to see your parents," Qiaoqiao said dejectedly over the phone.

Startled, Zhou Wenhui shouted, "What happened?"

I've never heard of a college student needing their parents called in.

"I got into a fight with a classmate," Qiaoqiao said casually.

Zhou Wenhui became even more anxious: "Did you win?"

"If she loses, then it'll be her turn to call her parents."

"Okay, that's good. Don't worry, I'll be right there."

"Don't tell the teacher that he's my lover, just say he's my brother."

"Why? Have I, your lover, disgraced you?"

"No, students with lovers are looked down upon," Qiaoqiao muttered.

"Okay, for the sake of a relaxed learning environment for Comrade Qiaoqiao, I'm not your lover, I'm your older brother. I'll be right there, wait for me."

Zhou Wenhui put down a large pile of manuscripts and hurriedly left. The junior editor chased after him at the door and asked, "Mr. Zhou, where are you going? The manuscript for the supplement hasn't been approved yet!"

"Just you wait and see, my wife got into a fight at school, and the teacher is calling our parents."

The wife's school called the parents? The editor struggled to understand it for a long time.

When I got to the school, I understood that the college entrance examination had not been held for ten years, and this year's students were more than twenty years apart in age.

The youngest is sixteen, and the oldest is around forty.

A group of people were walking together; it was unclear whether they were classmates, father and son, or mother and daughter.

In the history department office, Qiaoqiao stood with her head drooping, glancing out the window every now and then. "Zhou Wenhui, why aren't you here yet?"

Zhou Wenhui came in carrying his briefcase, wiping away sweat. He was in a hurry, but his car couldn't enter the school, and his leg was a prosthetic, so he couldn't walk fast.

"Hello teacher, I am Qiaoqiao's family member."

Even the editor-in-chief of a daily newspaper's supplement has to treat his teacher with utmost respect.

"You're here? Please have a seat."

The dark-skinned, forty-year-old female teacher pointed coldly at the bench and said...

Zhou Wenhui sat down, and the homeroom teacher said sternly, "Yang Qiao, on the third day of school, you beat a classmate until his head was bleeding..."

Head bleeding? That serious? Qiaoqiao didn't mention it on the phone.

"Is it that amazing?" Zhou Wenhui's forehead was sweating.

"It's not that serious, just a little cut on my head and a little blood from my nose," Qiaoqiao explained leisurely.

"Yang Qiao... tell me, what does 'a head injury' mean? Does it have to involve beating someone to the point of hospitalization for it to count as a head injury?"

The stern-faced homeroom teacher slammed his hand on the table and asked seriously.

Zhou Wenhui's heart raced, and he quickly tried to smooth things over: "The teacher is right, Yang Qiao hitting someone is wrong, but Yang Qiao is usually very docile, so why did she hit someone?"

"She's docile? Ask her yourself."

Zhou Wenhui looked at Qiaoqiao and winked at her. This was an opportunity to speak out, and he was determined to portray himself as the victim.

Qiaoqiao, not wanting to disappoint Zhou Wenhui, said mournfully, "It was wrong of me to hit her, but Wu Dan deserved it. Wang Min is over thirty, and there are even women in their forties at school. Wu Dan actually mocked her for not staying home to take care of her child and making a fool of herself. I asked Wu Dan, what's so shameful about someone getting into university through their own abilities?"

Zhou Wenhui understood that Wu Dan's words had upset Qiaoqiao, who was also pregnant.

"You hit someone just because you had a few words?" The stern-faced homeroom teacher still didn't speak kindly.

Wu Dan spoke rudely, saying that Wang Min was ugly, otherwise she would have been recommended to university by the commune long ago. Wang Min was furious and argued with her, saying that she got into university on her own merit and stood up straight, unlike some people who resort to petty tricks.

Wu Dan retorted, "You're ugly, so what? Don't try to argue." I was furious too. The country sends us to take the college entrance exam, and we passed. The country recognizes us as outstanding talents. Why should we be worthless just because of Wu Dan's words? I argued with Wu Dan, asking her if she got into university based on her looks. She...she grabbed my hair. Teacher, Wu Dan hit me first. She hit me, so I naturally hit her back. I picked up a chair and hit her...on the head..."

Qiaoqiao lowered her head in grievance, tears welling up in her eyes. Why are city people considered superior? Why do they look down on rural people?

Just as the stern-faced homeroom teacher was about to slam his fist on the table, Zhou Wenhui preemptively slammed his fist on the table: "This girl named Wu Dan has warped thinking. To think that you can choose a university based on looks is unheard of! Teacher, a student like this is very likely to go down the wrong path. You must give her a good scolding!"

Teacher Hei withdrew her hand and said irritably, "Parents, don't label people so easily. It's common for girls to bicker; otherwise, why would they say three women make a drama? They really are three women making a drama. Whether it's arguing or pulling hair, it's just arguing. Hitting someone with a chair is illegal!"

"Teacher, Wu Dan started it," Zhou Wenhui argued, switching into his wife-protecting mode.

"Luckily you missed. If the other person's head had been split open, you, Yang Qiao, would have been expelled. Getting into university wasn't easy; you can't start a fight over something so trivial."

Throughout five thousand years of history, violence has never solved problems; you need brains, you know? Qin Er Shi ruled with violence, and was killed after only two years, marking the beginning of the Qin Dynasty's decline. Liu Ziye of the Northern and Southern Dynasties was a ruthless killer, and was killed by his uncle in less than two years on the throne…

"Teacher, teacher, you have profound insights into the history of dynasties. Yang Qiao is so lucky to have such a knowledgeable teacher."

Zhou Wenhui hurriedly interrupted the black-clad homeroom teacher, "Teacher, we're here to resolve the fight, not to listen to a history lesson."

When history is mentioned, the black-hearted homeroom teacher goes on and on, but then I think, wait a minute, what do parents know about history?

Play the piano on the cow.

"Wu Dan has already reported you to the teaching affairs office and insists on expelling you. We have mediated and Wu Dan has agreed to forgive you. However, you must pay 100 yuan in medical expenses and write a 1,000-word self-criticism to be read aloud in class."

"Why shouldn't I write it...?"

"Let's write, let's write..."

Zhou Wenhui grabbed Yang Qiao, saying that since she had hit someone, she had to give an explanation. He didn't want things to escalate, or she would really be fired, which would be troublesome.

"Okay, are you Yang Qiao's student?"

"Brother, I'm her brother. I spoil her a lot, which has made her fearless," Zhou Wenhui said with a gentle smile.

"Works in the city?"

"Yes, small unit, small unit."

"You are much more reasonable than Yang Qiao. My name is He Yuan. You are welcome to come to the school to learn about Yang Qiao's studies when you have time."

No, wait a minute, could it be that the homeroom teacher has taken a liking to Zhou Wenhui?

"Brother, brother, you still have to go to work, go home quickly."

Qiaoqiao hurriedly pulled Zhou Wenhui away, telling him never to act impulsively again, lest he lose his husband and have to write a self-criticism.

"Okay, that's settled then. Brother Yang Qiao, you go to work now. I'll handle Yang Qiao's matter properly."

"Thank you, Teacher He. You are such a kind and good teacher."

Zhou Wenhui was still praising He Yuan when Yang Qiao pulled him out of the office in a hurry.