The fierce parent made the nervous girls laugh again. Fang Zi, brimming with confidence, said, “Just watch, my mom is strong. When I hit someone as a kid, she would scold their parents so fiercely that they wouldn’t dare to argue back.”
The homeroom teacher hadn’t anticipated Fang’s mother being this fierce, and he began to regret calling her over. “Please calm down. Both sides have made mistakes in this matter…”
“My daughter did nothing wrong! She was the one who got hit! Look at these bruises! It was your student’s fault!” Fang’s mother shot down the teacher’s words, pointing at Qing Li with a scowl. “My daughter came here to study, not to get beaten up!”
Qing Li retorted, “Oh, so you realize that? Your daughter bullies other girls, so she’s not here to study?”
“My daughter is wonderful! How could she bully others?” Fang’s mother refused to admit it.
The lawyer, who had finished discussing, walked over and politely said, “Ma’am, we already have evidence. If you don’t believe us, we can pursue legal action. Based on the footage provided by the school, we need these students to compensate for the harm caused to her.”
Fang’s mother was intimidated by the elite lawyer’s demeanor and felt timid. However, her desire to stand up for her daughter overshadowed everything else, and she straightened her chest, saying, “What evidence?!”
The lawyer showed her the footage from last night when they pushed Fu Qingli into the restroom.
In the video, it was clear to see Fu Qingli being dragged, kicked, and pushed into the restroom, and then the door slammed shut. After a while, the door opened, and Min Ying and the others came out, but Fu Qingli was nowhere to be seen. They lingered at the door for a bit, but due to privacy reasons, the obstruction on the door handle wasn’t captured, though it was evident that the door was closed very tightly.
After watching, Fang’s mother’s expression darkened for a moment, then she resolutely said, “That doesn’t count! It might have been a playful fight between her and my daughter. Who knows if she got too rough while playing and upset the other students, causing them to leave without her.”
The lawyer smiled, “The footage is very clear; we can lip-read to prove whether they were discussing locking Fu Qingli in. If you need, I can arrange for a lip-reading expert right now.”
Fang’s mother’s face tightened, losing her earlier bravado, while Fang Zi’s smug expression vanished, her lips turning pale.
The atmosphere grew tense again.
The teacher let out a sigh of relief and quietly rested to the side.
Qingli sat quietly like a well-behaved girl, facing her mother and the lawyer without worry; with the Pei family’s influence, handling this matter was a piece of cake.
After a while, a weary-looking middle-aged man walked into the office. Upon entering, he immediately smiled and shook hands with the teacher, then gently inquired about the situation.
Once the teacher finished explaining, the middle-aged man turned without a word and kicked Min Ying.
Already trembling, Min Ying was sent flying two meters back, crashing against the wall. She clutched her stomach, struggling to get up, her head lowered, still shaking, unsure if it was from pain or fear.
The middle-aged man, looking furious, shouted, “I sent you to school, not to become a little delinquent fighting with others!”
His tone was eerily similar to how Min Ying had spoken to Qingli, clearly a case of “like father, like daughter.”
Qingli watched this unfold with a sigh. It’s often said that those we hate must have their reasons for being pitiful, but that doesn’t justify hurting others.
The teacher hurried over to help Min Ying up, frowning as he educated Min’s father.
Facing the teacher, Min’s father became particularly gentle, almost submissive, saying, “Alright, you’re right.”
At this moment, the lawyer approached: “Hello, sir, I’m Fu Qingli’s lawyer. We need to discuss compensation for your daughter’s repeated bullying of Fu Qingli.”
Min’s father nodded repeatedly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. What kind of compensation do you want?”
The lawyer smiled gently, “Transfer.”
Min’s father went pale, wanting to plead for leniency, but facing the lawyer’s cold yet warm smile, he muttered without daring to respond, knowing it was impossible.
Fang’s mother gasped, “What? Transfer?! That’s impossible!”
The lawyer’s smile grew even gentler: “Isn’t your husband, Mr. Fang Shun, working at Daguang Industrial? I’ve collaborated with the head of Daguang Industrial before.”
Fang’s mother’s shoulders trembled, and she gripped her daughter’s hand tightly, her face turning even paler.
Fang Zi cried out, “It hurts! Mom, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Cleaning up your mess!” This was the first time Fang’s mother looked so pained by her daughter, lamenting, “And now look, you can’t even go to such a good school!”
This high school had excellent faculty, and its teaching environment was outstanding. The connections one could make here would be invaluable later on, and now…
She was so angry she felt like rolling her eyes.
Fang Zi immediately fell silent, her eyes reddening. She was seldom scolded by her mother, especially not about being forced to transfer.
Who would have thought Fu Qingli’s family was quite powerful?
The other three parents were also dealt with by the lawyer in the same manner. Even though they held some power and status, they still paled in comparison to the Pei family. Hearing that they had offended the Pei family, they dared not make a scene and readily agreed to the transfer.
From then on, they would no longer appear at this school.
As Qingli and the lawyer left, she made eye contact with Min Ying and the others, smiling without flinching, while Min Ying and her group hurriedly looked down.
Before leaving, the lawyer handed Qingli a phone: “By the way, this is from Mr. Pei. He said you, as a student, didn’t have time to go buy one, so I picked it up for you on the way.”
Qingli took it and smiled; it was exactly the phone she had mentioned costing over ten thousand yesterday. It seemed he was starting to pay a bit more attention to her.
After all, being a well-behaved little pity was beneficial!
Back in the classroom, her deskmate, Yao Yuan, sheepishly approached her, “I’m sorry I didn’t join you.”
“Are you okay? What did the teacher say?”
Qingli smiled and shook her head, “It’s fine; they were originally targeting me. The teacher has already punished them, and since the situation was severe, they’re transferring. We won’t see them tomorrow.”
“Transferring?!” Yao Yuhan exclaimed, “Oh my, they’ve bullied so many people and didn’t transfer before, but now they’re transferring just like that?”
Qingli smiled; class was about to start, so she asked, “What’s the next lesson?”
Yao Yuhan answered immediately, “Math.” Then, still surprised, she murmured, “They are transferring? That’s amazing!”
Qingli took out her math book to see where she had left off. However, she froze; in her memory, the original owner had not performed well in school. She was very diligent and took many notes, but her grades were poor.
Yet the notes in the textbook in front of her didn’t match what she had imagined; they were concise and clear, definitely not the work of a dull student.
So why didn’t she do well?
Qingli thought carefully, but couldn’t recall. Accepting memories was a chaotic process, and some things the original owner didn’t remember clearly. She had no related information at all.
If she couldn’t think of it, she wouldn’t; Qingli casually looked through the content she could remember.
Soon, the math teacher arrived to start the lesson, discussing yesterday’s test. Qingli took it out and noticed that the original owner had barely attempted most of it, and where she had, she had made many mistakes, resulting in a pitiful score.
After the teacher finished, they wrote another similar problem on the board for students to solve.
Those not called could work on their drafts.
Qingli took a glance; although the content was added, it was indeed very simple. By the time she finished reading the problem, the relevant formulas and ideas automatically surfaced in her mind.
This was all second-semester sophomore content—knowledge from the original owner!
She was instantly thrilled, finishing the steps in a few strokes, thinking about how much review time she could save.
Beside her, Yao Yuhan bit the pen cap with a distressed expression: “It’s so hard. The two problems don’t look alike at all, right?”
She turned to her deskmate, seeking comfort.
Both were academic underachievers and could console each other, but to their surprise, upon looking at the draft paper, they found that Qingli had neatly written out all the problem-solving steps, while the top student at the blackboard had only written half!
Yao Yuhan: “??? Seriously?”
Qingli: “Yeah, it’s very simple.”
Yao Yuhan lamented, “We agreed to be academic underachievers together! How did you understand it?!”
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