During the break on Friday, Xu Xilin and Dou Xun were both invited to Qilixiang's office because of a fight after class.

It had been many years since Xu Xilin had done such a shameful thing. He reflected on it carefully and felt that he had done nothing wrong in this matter. In the final analysis, it was because Dou Xun was such a jerk.

From the first day he transferred here, Xu Xilin felt that this person was incompatible with him. Then it was Cai Jing and Luo Bing. The hatred has accumulated to the present day, and the quantitative change has led to a qualitative change, and the verbal fight has turned into a physical fight.

Qilixiang was furious: "Speak up! Xu Xilin, how can you be the secretary of the regiment? Why are you fighting?"

Xu Xilin's jaw ached slightly. He accidentally bit his tongue during the fight and his mouth was full of blood. He glanced at the even more embarrassed Dou Xun and judged that this boy might be a veteran who was good at fighting like eating. But judging from the result alone, his two years of free fighting experience in junior high school still prevailed.

In front of the class teacher, Xu Xilin was a man who didn't want to suffer a loss, but he didn't hesitate to explain himself, so he simply bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I was impulsive at the moment, I will definitely change next time."

Dou Xun sneered immediately after hearing the insincere and glib remark, but since his lip was split, he couldn't express himself well, so he used every muscle fiber in his face to yell out his sarcasm.

Qilixiang: “…”

She understood why the two naughty kids were fighting, and seeing Dou Xun's behavior, she almost rolled up her sleeves and joined the fight herself.

Qilixiang took several deep breaths before calming down, slamming the table and roaring: "Is impulsiveness a reason? You hit your classmates now, and when you get impulsive in the future, won't you kill people with a knife?"

Xu Xilin lowered his head and said, "Teacher, I was wrong. How about I go back and write a self-criticism? I promise there won't be a next time."

Before he finished speaking, Dou Xun rolled his eyes.

I'm afraid that no other crosstalk performance where one person speaks and the other praises can be as seamlessly connected as they are.

Qilixiang caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and felt like taking a quick-acting heart pill.

She has been teaching this class since the first year of high school. She had known that Xu Xilin was a hypocrite who would not change despite repeated admonitions. When he admitted his mistakes, he had a lot of pretentious words, but it did not stop him from being an asshole next time. All those beautifully written self-criticisms were written for him by Cai Jing.

Under normal circumstances, Qilixiang would definitely not let him off, but one has to make a comparison to understand. Compared with Dou Xun who was drooping his eyelids next to him, Xu Xilin seemed so adorable, he was actually gentle and considerate.

Qilixiang cut the Gordian knot and gave each of them fifty lashes of the cane, gave them a warning, and sent them back to the classroom.

On the surface, she scolded Xu Xilin more. As soon as the two students left, she took out her address book and called Dou Junliang, the parent of Dou Xun.

Qilixiang said "Hello" before she could explain her purpose, but Dou Junliang spoke first: "Teacher Zhang... Oh, hello, hello, Teacher Zhang, look, it's so inappropriate for you to make a phone call. Is that kid Dou Xun causing trouble again? I tell you, don't give me face, just beat him up, this little tree is not straight if it is not pruned, right! Well, I'll call you back later, okay? Hey, I'm a little busy here..."

The teacher had been in school for a long time and didn't know that some people in society were full of nonsense. After Dou Junliang said this, she really waited for Dou Xun's parents to call back, but after waiting for a whole day, she didn't even get a cat's meow.

Only then did she understand that "I'll call you back later" and "I'll treat you to dinner later" both mean "Goodbye, bye, get out"!

It was not until late in the evening that a strange young woman came to the school to look for her.

The woman claimed to be Dou Xun's father's secretary. When they met, she stuffed a jewelry box into Qilixiang's hand and said stickyly, "Our boss said, please, teacher, please take good care of our children."

The four words "our child" clearly reveal the secretary's great ambition to become a stepmother.

Qilixiang: "I think it would be better to ask Dou Xun's parents to come to the school in person. You see, he had a fight with his classmates today..."

The female secretary didn't care whether Dou Xun was fighting or brawling. She was picking her nails boredly while listening to Qilixiang's complaint. She raised her eyelids and answered perfunctorily without any technical content: "Yes, I know everything. That's why I asked you to take care of me, teacher, right?"

Qilixiang: “…”

"Oh, by the way, teacher, there is a necklace in the box. You can take it to the counter and ask them to clean it for free," the female mystic showed a greedy look, as if she wanted to steal from the company. "It's a famous brand. Even with a 40% discount, it still costs nearly 100,000 yuan. The service is also very high-end!"

Ordinary people cannot tell whether something is of high quality, but people are really not worthy of being accepted by the upper class.

Qilixiang was so dry-mouthed after talking about this that she really wanted to slap Miss "Sixty-Fold" in the face.

Although she accepted gifts, she didn't accept everything. She would occasionally take one or two shopping cards worth 1,800 yuan, but her little greed couldn't let go of a brand-name necklace. Qilixiang stuffed the box back into the secretary's hand and said, "I don't even have 100,000 yuan in salary and bonuses a year, so I dare not accept it. You should take it back and ask the child's parents to come to the school, okay?"

The secretary didn't hear the sarcasm in the words at all, and said coquettishly, "I am the parent."

Qilixiang really couldn't communicate with Dou Junliang, the stupid secretary, so she sent her away exhaustedly. She looked at the time and it was already time for afternoon self-study - No. 6 Middle School emphasizes students' independent learning ability, and only arranges two regular classes in the afternoon. The remaining two classes are basically self-study or physical activities.

She strolled to the back door of the classroom and looked into the class through the back window. She saw that the math class representative and the English class representative each occupied half of the blackboard and were copying the requirements for weekend homework, while the Chinese class representative was walking around collecting weekly diaries - those who had forgotten to write all lowered their heads and wrote quickly.

Xu Xilin is one of them, but he is more confident because he has Cai Jing.

Cai Jing was a man of great talent and could speak eloquently. He improvised a short reading note quoting from classics for him to copy.

Cai Jing: "Duke Ai of Lu once said to Confucius, 'I was born in the deep palace, raised by women, I have never known sorrow, worry, toil, or...'"

Xu Xilin, however, was a typical science-oriented boy. He would recite from the textbook in Chinese exams. He would recite what the teacher had taught him, and would talk nonsense if he had not recited anything. His extracurricular readings were either fantasy or martial arts novels. He was overwhelmed by what he heard: "Wait wait wait! How do you write the '寡' in '寡人'?"

The Chinese class representative was jumping up and down beside him: "If you can't write pinyin, can you hurry up, Xu Tuanzuo? You are the one who copies homework the most fashionable, and you even do it by dictation!"

Qilixiang was just about to go in through the back door to catch someone who didn't take his homework seriously, but just as she put her hand on the doorknob, she accidentally saw Dou Xun sitting in the corner.

Dou Xun was holding a fountain pen between his fingers, and his desk was piled with draft papers that no one could understand except him. But he was not concentrating on his own work as usual, but staring at the noisy table in front of him in a trance.

There were still scars on his face and his expression was a little strange. At first glance, it seemed like contempt, but vaguely, there seemed to be a bit of envy.

Of course, he was not envious of the person who had just beaten him in the morning, but... the whole class was lively, but he was the only one who was lonely.

However, that bit of envy was fleeting. Dou Xun might have been ashamed of his own weakness. He quickly came to his senses, his expression turned cold, and he lowered his head more indifferently and put his headphones back on.

Qilixiang sighed, did not enter the classroom, and returned to the office silently.

She had Dou Xun's report card in her hand. It wasn't that his grades were bad; they were too good. He had skipped a grade when he was young, and when he wanted to skip again, his class teacher at the time refused to let him. This was because although Dou Xun was smart, he was not a genius in any one field, which meant that his high IQ had no practical use other than showing off.

He has an introverted personality and can't get along with people of his own age. If he keeps skipping grades, will he ever learn how to deal with others in his lifetime?

It is nice to be called a "child prodigy" when he is young, but he will grow up one day. By then, he will be neither a "child" nor a "prodigy", but he has not learned how to behave as a human being. Who will care about him?

Unfortunately, there are always ignorant parents and stupid social opinions that like to engage in "IQ worship", and no one listens to the teacher's heartfelt truth.

This time Dou Xun transferred to No. 6 Middle School from another place because No. 6 Middle School has a policy that high school students can take part in the college entrance examination that year with the recommendation of the school. When transferring, his parents made it clear to him that they came for this policy.

All in all, Dou Xun might only stay in this class for one semester, just to settle down. As long as he doesn't cause any big trouble, the teacher doesn't have to bother with him.

Looking at Dou Junliang's behavior, Qilixiang felt that he was quite proud of his smart son. He might even think that she, as the class teacher, was looking for trouble and could not get rid of him by giving him a shopping card.

This kind of parents all think like this - isn't it enough as long as students study well?

Qilixiang rubbed her brows and felt that she had to talk to Dou Xun's parents next week no matter what. If his father couldn't come, she could call his mother, as a mother couldn't ignore her child's future.

Friday evenings are the happiest time of the year at school—even when the homework is overflowing from the backpack.

Wu Tao and the others gathered next to Xu Xilin, discussing where to go for the weekend. The noise was so loud that even the hot headphones could not block it.

Dou Xun glanced gloomily at Xu Xilin's back, picked up his schoolbag and walked out the back door, feeling a pain like a needle pricking the corners of his cracked mouth.

The back door slammed shut, Wu Tao glanced at Dou Xun's desk, and whispered in Xu Xilin's ear: "Xiao Linzi, what do you say? Do you want to deal with that kid?"

Xu Xilin frowned, knowing that what Wu Tao meant by "cleaning up" was not ordinary cleaning up.

Wu Tao is a boarding student - No. 6 Middle School is not a boarding school, and the dormitory environment is not very good. Most students who live far away rent houses nearby if they can.

As there were too few female students living in the dormitory, the school moved them to the faculty dormitory for safety reasons. As a result, the dormitory building became a purely male building, and the management was not very strict, and a very special "ecosystem" gradually formed inside.

No. 6 Middle School is the top key school in the city. If you want to do well in the class, besides being popular and loyal, your grades must also be acceptable. Moreover, everyone knows their limits when having fun. Even if you have a grudge against someone, the most you can do is to join forces with a group of people to isolate him, and nothing serious will happen.

But the dormitory area is a completely different story.

Living in the dormitory are athletes who need to train every morning and evening, poor students from remote suburban counties, and repeaters recruited from other schools. They are naturally divided into several circles. There are overlaps and frictions between them. The relationships are very complicated, and conflicts are fermenting everywhere, gradually forming an atmosphere of forming gangs.

Things like locking someone in a toilet all night were very common, and most victims dared not say anything. Anyway, as long as an ambulance was not called, the teachers would be kept in the dark.

Wu Tao rested one hand on the back of Xu Xilin's chair, with a bit of youthful arrogance on his face: "If this kind of person is placed in our house, he will be quiet in three days. If he is asked to bark like a dog, he won't dare to meow. Do you believe it?"