What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

The atmosphere of evening self-study in the third year of high school is always very tense. Even if you have played around for two years in high school, you will not be able to resist being motivated by your classmates who are writing furiously to do a few more questions.

He Yue looked at the knowledge that she had long forgotten and could only flip through the book once in a while to finish a question.

There were footsteps at the door, and Zhou Wenhe walked in holding a large stack of test papers: "I have finished grading the last small test papers, the class representative is here to distribute them."

He looked around with a cold gaze, silently watching everyone's expressions when they received their results.

Zhou Wenhe glanced at every student and suddenly called out their names: "Jiang Meiyi."

He Yue didn't have time to check the wrong questions on the test paper, so she looked over immediately. Jiang Meiyi, whose name was called, trembled her shoulders and lowered her head even more.

"You've strayed off topic in this essay."

Zhou Wenhe's light words were like a warning bell for the devil to crawl out of hell.

Jiang Meiyi bit her lip and looked at the red cross on the test paper. Her hands were shaking violently. She lowered her head and waited silently for Zhou Wenhe to speak.

He walked over and knocked on Jiang Meiyi's desk, his tone rising: "Follow me."

Jiang Meiyi's pen fell from her hand and rolled to the ground, but she had no intention of picking it up. Instead, she stood up mechanically like a puppet and resignedly followed Zhou Wenhe out.

He Yue's eyes quickly swept over everyone in the class. Even if Tan Qinqin, whom Jiang Meiyi mentioned, tried her best to hide it, she could still see the panic in her eyes. For a moment, she actually used a black pen to correct the marks on the test paper, but then she hastily crossed them out.

Not only that, she is not the only one...

Like her, Wei Zilei, Fang Lang, and Zhang Xiang also subconsciously turned their heads to avoid Zhou Wenhe...

Even boys are generally underdeveloped and relatively thin.

Because this makes it easier to control them, and they are powerless to resist when being beaten.

When He Yue thought of this, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the pen in her hand. It felt as if Jiang Shaoming was controlling her...

Who would have thought that in that bright and clean classroom, half of the people were living in hell.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and the pencil broke, leaving a black spot on the paper. He Yue stood up and ran out of the classroom.

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"I'm very curious, who approved the leave note for you when you were not feeling well that day?" Zhou Wenhe tapped Jiang Meiyi's face repeatedly while holding the belt in his hand.

Jiang Meiyi cried, "I really just felt unwell all of a sudden, so I didn't have time to ask for leave."

She sat in her seat, trying to curl herself up out of fear, but she didn't dare to move an inch from the chair.

"The school has a rule that you can only rest if you ask for leave." Zhou Wenhe looked at Jiang Meiyi coldly, "Jiang Meiyi, it seems that you haven't taken enough ideological and moral education classes."

She took the opportunity to beg for mercy: "Teacher Zhou, I know I was wrong."

"Do you know that being caught skipping classes without permission will also affect me?" Zhou Wenhe snorted, "It's because of difficult-to-discipline students like you that I can't get the promotion..."

"Teacher Zhou, I didn't mean it..."

Zhou Wenhe was so disappointed that he said, "Jiang Meiyi, how can I teach you to be a good student?"

"Oh!"

The classroom door was violently slammed open. Zhou Wenhe's face showed a trace of panic, but when he saw the person coming, he turned disdainful: "He Yue?"

He Yue glanced at Jiang Meiyi. She didn’t expect He Yue to appear suddenly, and she was so stunned that she forgot to cry.

"You want to rush to class?" Zhou Wenhe swung the belt in his hand.

He Yue was not intimidated by Zhou Wenhe at all. Instead, she strode in. She grabbed the other end of the belt, raised her palm-sized face, and looked at Zhou Wenhe.

"One has already gone crazy, do you want to kill another one?"

Facing He Yue's loud questioning, Zhou Wenhe's expression was obviously tense: "He Yue, what nonsense are you talking about?"

He Yue sneered and read out a name to Zhou Wenhe word by word, very clearly: "Wang Xiuya."

"Snapped"

Zhou Wenhe pulled out his belt violently. At that moment He Yue even thought her collarbone was going to break. She staggered back a few steps, putting some distance between herself and Zhou Wenhe, but she had no intention of begging for mercy.

"Are you angry? Do you want to kill someone? If you kill someone now, there will definitely be a witness." He Yue glanced at Jiang Meiyi who was trembling with fear on the ground, and said to Zhou Wenhe with a smile.

Who is more crazy and critical?

Who would have thought that Zhou Wenhe would just sneer. He glanced at Jiang Meiyi, who was still kneeling on the ground like a dog, and said, "You want her to be your witness?"

Jiang Meiyi looked at Heyue in fear, but she didn't expect that she would be picked up by Heyue and pushed to the window in the next second.

"Heyue, what are you going to do?" Jiang Meiyi's voice trembled. She turned her head and looked down. The several meters high made her feel dizzy all of a sudden.

"Then let her die. I'll be the eyewitness." He Yue's voice was not weak at all. "I am a witness. This classroom and the belt in your hand are both physical evidence. We can definitely find more skin dandruff and fingerprints of the victims here."

He Yue boldly called him by his name.

"Zhou Wenhe, do you want to give it a try?"

As she said that, she pushed Jiang Meiyi out of the window, scaring her so much that she screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Heyue, you lunatic!"

"Half of the people sitting in the class will be witnesses." He Yue ignored Jiang Meiyi and continued to talk to Zhou Wenhe.

"Heyue, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

In recent years, he has always thought that He Yue is the most timid girl in management.

Zhou Wenhe's face turned pale. He looked at He Yue. Her eyes were not like those of an 18-year-old girl. Instead, she looked like someone who had experienced this kind of beating before. She had a kind of crazy look of throwing away everything.

Zhou Wenhe put away his belt bit by bit. He looked calm and composed, as if he was being generous and letting He Yue and the others off. In fact, he had already bitten his back teeth to pieces.

"Heyue, don't let me catch you doing anything wrong next time."

He Yue let go of Zhou Wenhe after he left. Jiang Meiyi fell to the ground. When she came to her senses, she really admired He Yue: "You actually scared him away?"

He Yue squatted down and looked at Jiang Meiyi: "Jiang Meiyi, he is a good teacher, but he is just a teacher. You can't be controlled by such a scumbag. You have to learn to stand up on your own."

I was saying this to myself. How great it would be if she understood this truth earlier?

Jiang Meiyi stood up by herself, holding onto the wall, still feeling a lingering fear: "Will Zhou Wenhe beat us again?"

"meeting."

"Huh?" Jiang Meiyi's eyes widened.

Zhou Wenhe was only frightened for a moment. Once he caught their weak spot again, he would only double his oppression of them.

"What should we do then?" Jiang Meiyi did not think about compromising this time, but discussed sincerely with He Yue.

"We want to make this matter a big deal and try to get more students to stand up and testify in front of the camera about Zhou Wenhe's atrocities."

He Yue's eyes were firm: "We must send this demon back to hell once and for all."