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Soon, my mom arrived at the school. When she saw me, she gave a slight smile, as if to say “well done.”
In the office, the homeroom teacher poured out a litany of complaints to my mom, emphasizing how unruly and disrespectful I was.
“As a teacher, I just said one word to her, and she dared to hit me? I’ve been teaching for most of my life, and I’ve never encountered such a disrespectful student!”
My mom tilted her head slightly, glancing at her with deep disgust in her eyes. “Ms. Lee, that’s where you’re wrong. Why did Lily only hit you and not other teachers? Have you considered that it might be your problem?”
These words sounded familiar. I smiled. The homeroom teacher couldn’t utter a word in
response to my mom’s smiling–yet–not–smiling face.
In the end, she said, “Let’s go see the principal. We’ll see if they want to keep this
worthless student or me, a teacher.”
“Fine,” my mom agreed.
As soon as we saw the principal, my mom rushed forward to shake his hand. “To think such a small matter would trouble the principal, Our Lily is really inconsiderate. How about this – my husband and I have discussed it. For any student from a poor family with good character, we can sponsor them all the way through graduation.”
The principal’s eyes lit up at this. “Really?”
My mom nodded. When she looked at the homeroom teacher, her eyes flashed with a challenging light. “We wouldn’t joke about such an important matter, of course.”
“That’s good, that’s good. Actually, this isn’t a big deal. Children, you know, are at a mischievous age. She just accidentally hit Ms. Lee once. Ms. Lee has been teaching here for so long, she’s seen all kinds of students. Apart from being a bit naughty, Lily doesn’t have any other problems, right, Ms. Lee?”
The homeroom teacher was shaking with anger, her face ashen. After a long while, she
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The homeroom teacher was shaking with anger, her face ashen. After a long while, she nodded. The words she had prepared to expel me stuck in her throat, neither able to come up nor go down. Her face turned an iron blue.
chuckled lightly. This was just the beginning.
I believe my sister must have reached out to the homeroom teacher before, begging her to pull her out of the mire. But she chose to turn a blind eye and even aided the bullies.
My foolish sister, don’t you see? The very methods you despise are often the most effective in manipulating people.
Even when pushed to the brink of suicide, she never told me or our parents about what was happening at school. Whenever we asked, she always brushed it off, saying the teachers were good, the classmates were nice. Even now, she’s still protecting those demons.
Because my sister knows that if those people fell into my or our parents‘ hands, death would be a mercy for them.
