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

The first thing Zhou Wenhe saw when he came to the classroom was He Yue’s empty seat. He just frowned when Luo Yilan stood up.

"Teacher Zhou, Heyue has a fever. I'll ask for leave for her."

In front of a three-good student like Luo Yilan, Zhou Wenhe still had to put on a show. He showed a concerned look: "Is she okay?"

Jiang Meiyi glanced at the empty seat behind Tan Qinqin unnaturally, her heart beating: Is He Yue really just having a fever? Or...

"The fever is quite severe." Luo Yilan replied.

Seeing that Luo Yilan's worry didn't seem fake, Zhou Wenhe nodded: "Then you have to let her have a good rest."

It was better for him to stay in the dormitory with a fever than for her to mess around behind his back like a madman.

Zhou Wenhe felt unhappy when he thought about the way Heyue criticized Jiang Meiyi that day.

No student has ever been able to control him.

"Thank you, teacher." Luo Yilan sat down again.

Zhou Wenhe turned and walked up to the podium. No one saw his eyes darken for a moment. He sorted out his thoughts and announced a piece of news to everyone: "We will hold the autumn sports meeting together with Huilin this time."

The whole class was excited when they heard the news.

"Then can we use Huilin's playground?"

"Huilin Gymnasium is bigger than our teaching building!"

"Their cafeteria has five floors and an elevator! Let's go and have a free meal."

"Quiet!" Zhou Wenhe knocked on the table, and everyone shut up one after another, listening to Zhou Wenhe continue, "The sports meet will be held in both schools, but meals will be eaten in our own cafeteria."

Everyone was disappointed after hearing the news. Liu Qi shook his head with regret and said, "My Bright Shrimp... is gone."

Zhou Wenhe's eyes once again swept across He Yue's empty seat. He thought of something, and couldn't hide the smugness on his lips: "How about this, I won't teach the questions in this class. Let's clean up together. We have to show our best side to Hui Lin in this sports meeting."

This was not good news either, and the class was suddenly filled with complaints.

Luo Yilan also noticed that Lin Xianing looked a little nervous: "What's wrong with you?"

"Remember the boy I told you about? He is also from Huilin." Zhu Huaining's face with slightly raised eyebrows and a smirk became clearer and clearer in Lin Xia Ning's mind. Lin Xia Ning shook her head, trying to throw Zhu Huaining's handsome face away.

Luo Yilan propped up her chin and thought for a while: "You don't want to see him again?"

Lin Xia Ning was startled, looked at Luo Yilan and shook her head: "I don't want to."

While they were still discussing Zhu Huaining, Zhou Wenhe had already started assigning tasks.

"Jiang Meiyi, Tan Qinqin, Zhang Xiang...the rest of you come with me to clean the assigned area."

The students whose names were called felt as if they were facing a great enemy. They looked at each other, but stood up reluctantly and walked forward with Zhou Wenhe in a nervous mood.

As expected, the group finally arrived at the empty classroom.

Zhang Xiang swallowed his saliva and protested in a whisper: "Teacher, this is not our area."

Zhou Wenhe turned around and glanced at him: "Zhang Xiang, your ideology and morality are really not good enough. Doesn't this belong to our campus?"

His hands were on the belts, and all the students stepped back unconsciously.

"Now, please clean this empty classroom thoroughly." Zhou Wenhe's glasses flashed a cold light, and he looked at Jiang Meiyi, "Remember, it must be exactly the same as the new one."

Heyue, you are too young to fight with me.

-

Everyone silently picked up their tools and started cleaning. After all, cleaning is better than getting beaten.

Jiang Meiyi hung around the door with a broom in her hand until she was sure Zhou Wenhe had gone far away. Then she quickly closed and locked the door and called for everyone to gather around.

"Jiang Meiyi, if you don't clean up properly, you'll be scolded again."

Tan Qinqin kindly reminded her, but she couldn't help but glance towards the door, afraid that if she turned her head she would see a pair of eyes hanging on the glass window.

Jiang Meiyi licked her lips and mustered up the courage to suggest: "Let's stand up together and report Zhou Wenhe!"

Not only the most timid Jiang Meiyi, but also the boys including Wei Zilei were frightened by Jiang Meiyi's words: "Jiang Meiyi, do you know what you are saying?"

"How long do you want Zhou Wenhe to abuse you?" Hearing Jiang Meiyi's question, Wei Zilei fell silent. Instead, Fang Lang, who was holding a rag, spoke up: "I heard that someone reported Zhou Wenhe a few years ago, but... he was suspended from school."

Fang Lang, who had been suppressed for a long time, was timid when speaking, and did not dare to look Jiang Meiyi in the eye. He turned his back and said, "My father has bad legs and feet, and he relies on me to go to college and make money. If I endure it a little longer, I will graduate. I don't want to cause trouble."

After saying that, he closed his mouth and rubbed the dirt on the glass harder, causing the glass to make a creaking sound.

Everyone was frightened by the news of suspension of school, and they all lowered their heads to clean up, wiping every floor tile where countless tears had dried on them after they had fallen to the ground to beg.

"It's not over once you get into college." Jiang Meiyi silently clenched her fists. She walked to the center of the crowd and looked at the people who were avoiding her sight. "Whether we want to be rich or scholars, we must first become people with dignity, right?"

This empty classroom, which records their suffering, is proof that their dignity was trampled upon by Zhou Wenhe.

"Jiang Meiyi..." Tan Qinqin's tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, "What will happen to us if the report is not successful?"

When Jiang Meiyi heard this question, she opened her mouth. She had never thought about this before.

Without waiting for an answer, the light of hope in everyone's eyes gradually dimmed.

They stood on the ground with their dignity shattered, and fear was like a swamp, climbing up to their ankles and pulling them tightly.

Jiang Meiyi knew that her lobbying had failed.

-

"Where's our Yue chick?"

Lin Xia Ning and Luo Yi Lan rushed to He Yue's dormitory with hot porridge in their hands. He Yue's roommate teased them, "Why don't you two switch dormitories with us? You keep calling each other Xiao He, Xiao He every day."

Hearing the joke, Lin Xia Ning put her arm around her roommate's shoulders affectionately and pretended to be very regretful: "After all, it was you who hindered our happiness."

"Yes, yes, you are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and we are the Queen Mother." The roommate was about to pretend to be angry, but was bribed by the spicy strips and potato chips that Lin Xia Ning took out at the right time. He happily took the basin to take a shower, "I'll give you the dormitory to date, and we'll go take a shower."

"Thank you!" Lin Xia Ning clasped her fists to them. After they left, she grabbed a chair and sat down, complaining to He Yue, "Little girl Yue, it's a good thing you took a day off today. Cleaning up all of a sudden is killing me."

Lin Xia Ning is tall and is responsible for cleaning all the windows in the classroom. It is very tiring to climb up and down all day.

He Yue handed the thermometer to Luo Yilan, a little confused: "Cleaning?"

"Yes, we are going to hold the autumn sports meeting with Huilin this year." Luo Yilan looked at the number on the thermometer and saw that it had returned to 37 degrees Celsius. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, the fever is gone."

She shook the thermometer and finally felt relieved.

Huilin? He Yue felt a little uneasy and subconsciously glanced at Lin Xianing, who was happily scooping porridge for herself.

"Little girl Yue, you take good pictures. Please help me take more pictures. I want to sign up for the 100-meter and 200-meter races."

Lin Xia Ning has strong explosive power and has always been the champion of Yunlong short-distance running.

And she also figured it out. Luo Luo was right. Let everything take its course. Why should she always think about Huilin? They were just two parallel lines that rarely intersected. At most, she could just turn around and leave when she saw him.

He Yue nodded. Although she was not in good physical condition, she had been an enthusiastic spectator of the sports meet for two years.

"Cleaning...did you only clean the classroom?" He Yue took a bite of the porridge that Luo Yilan fed to her mouth and tested it.

Although she didn't understand why He Yue was interested in this, Luo Yilan still explained: "No, Teacher Zhou also asked someone to clean the assigned area."

"Contract area?"

According to Heyue's memory, Zhou Wenhe valued grades the most, so their class has always been a key class in name and for this reason, hygiene is always neglected. This time, he even specially cleaned the responsible area.

He Yue's heart skipped a beat: "Did they ask Jiang Meiyi, Tan Qinqin and the others to clean the assigned area?"

Lin Xia Ning looked at He Yue and then at Luo Yi Lan in great surprise: "How did you know? You can communicate with spirits even when you have a fever."

Luo Yilan patted Lin Xianing: "Don't mess around."

He Yue pursed her lips and pulled the corners of her mouth: "Isn't Tan Qinqin on good terms with Jiang Meiyi? I'm just guessing."

"Is there?" Lin Xia Ning thought.

Luo Yilan looked at He Yue who avoided her sight out of guilt, and finally spoke to change the subject.

"Just have a good rest and don't worry about it." Luo Yilan said as she let He Yue lie down, "We have to go back too."

"it is good."

It was not until they left that He Yue's pretending to be relaxed face darkened. She clutched the quilt tightly, her heart feeling as if it had sunk into an ice cellar.

Jiang Meiyi and her colleagues must not have cleaned the assigned area, but most likely the empty classroom.

I didn't expect Zhou Wenhe to be so hateful that he actually let the victim clean up the criminal evidence bit by bit for him, the perpetrator.

No sleep for one night.