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

A day’s plan begins with breakfast in the morning!

When the steaming steamer in the breakfast shop is opened, the misty vapor blows in your face, bringing you a full sense of happiness.

Heyue got up early and queued up to order a tray of dumplings, along with a cup of freshly ground soy milk without sugar. This was for her grandfather.

She ordered a serving of paper wontons for herself, picked a seat in a corner and sat down, skillfully picking up and sharpening her chopsticks.

These disposable chopsticks always have rough edges when opened. He Yue is afraid of pain and is most afraid of small thorns getting into her hands, so she is particularly careful.

"The paper wontons are here." A girl who was only two or three years older than Heyue came over with a bowl of wontons and said to her enthusiastically, "I'll pack your dumplings and soy milk for you after you finish eating. Otherwise, they won't taste good if they get cold."

"Thank you." He Yue thanked her obediently, brought the wontons in front of her, and slowly spoke to the girl's back, calling out, "Senior Li Jiapei."

Li Jiapei paused, looking at Heyue with some confusion and vigilance: "Who are you?"

The wontons have thin skin and delicious fillings, and the soup is hot and fresh. He Yue exhaled hot air with satisfaction.

Li Jiapei looked at the girl she met for the first time. She estimated that He Yue was probably in high school. Could it be that...

"Who the hell are you?" Li Jiapei's face turned gloomy, and he slapped the table, splashing soup everywhere, even scalding the back of He Yue's hand. She frowned and shrank her hand, saying, "Senior Li Jiapei, is this how you teach your moral education class?"

Moral education class...

Unbearable memories flooded into her mind, and Li Jiapei became visibly panicked. She was gasping for breath, her face was pale, her hands hanging at her sides were clenched into fists, and her whole body was shaking violently.

Li Jiapei, the girl whose name was listed next to Wang Xiuya's in the broadcasting room sign-in book. But not long after Wang Xiuya dropped out of school, her name in the sign-in book was replaced by another person.

He Yue keenly sensed something was wrong, and after asking Jiang Meiyi for a long time, she finally found out the breakfast shop of Li Jiapei's family, so she came to find her early in the morning.

However, the ideology and morality class was completely a trick on her. She didn't expect that it would be so accurate every time. Or maybe there were too many students who had taken the ideology and morality class, so the mines were swept away more easily.

"You...you are also his student?" Li Jiapei's voice was cold, and he obviously regarded He Yue as an enemy.

"Senior, can you help me?" He Yue pulled Li Jiapei to sit down and said sincerely, "Too many people don't want to take the Ideological and Moral Education class anymore."

"What do you want me to do?" Li Jiapei sneered, "I am no longer his student. I dropped out of school. School affairs have nothing to do with me anymore."

"You can stay in this breakfast shop and still have your own life, but what about Wang Xiuya?" He Yue asked, "Her life has been trapped by the word mental illness. Everyone says she is a lunatic."

"Don't preach to me!" When Wang Xiuya was mentioned, Li Jiapei's pupils trembled slightly, and she stood up excitedly, "I'm not a saint! No one saved me, why should I save you?"

"So, you have evidence that he beat up students... or even did something worse, right?"

He Yue recalled the first day after her rebirth, when Wang Xiu Ya took off her clothes while crying, and a look of sympathy appeared in her eyes.

She lowered her voice, fearing that others would hear Wang Xiuya's privacy.

"Senior Li Jiapei, I saw everything."

Hearing this, Li Jiapei trembled, and before he could stop himself, he heard He Yue's voice.

"Including the stretch marks on Senior Sister Wang Xiuya's body."

Li Jiapei was frozen in time. When she came to her senses, she immediately took away the wonton bowl and began to order them to leave: "I don't know what you are talking about. If you don't want to eat, get out now."

She strode back to the busy kitchen, leaving Heyue standing alone in the bright sun.

He Yue understood that Li Jiapei must know everything that happened that year.

-

He Yue returned to the small residential building with steamed dumplings and soy milk. Before she even entered the house, she heard voices coming from home. This shouldn’t be the case. They had no relatives or friends here. Could it be that their parents had returned?

He Yue immediately opened the door and went in, but she didn't expect that the uninvited guest was Zhou Wenhe.

Grandpa turned around when he heard the noise and greeted Heyue with a smile: "Xiaoyue, your class teacher is here, come in quickly."

Zhou Wenhe, who was sitting in the light, smiled politely and looked at He Yue: "Want to buy breakfast for grandpa? You are such a good child."

He Yue sat down at the other end of the table and saw that the table was already filled with snacks and fruits that her grandfather had collected. However, Zhou Wenhe did not touch anything and did not even take a sip of the hot tea on the table.

How can a teacher who is well-fed by wealthy parents look down upon tea sold by the pound?

"This child has always been very well behaved, but his grades just can't improve. Thank you for the teacher's concern."

My grandfather seldom interacted with teachers, and he felt a little awkward for a moment. He always wanted to find something to do, so he started peeling apples for Zhou Wenhe.

"Grandpa, now when children graduate and are admitted to prestigious schools, it's not just grades that count, it's also conduct that counts." Zhou Wenhe said with a smile. He looked at He Yue who was watching him warily and reached out to touch her shoulder. "But I believe He Yue has no problem in this regard."

"Of course!" Grandpa spoke well of Heyue, "My Heyue is a very well-behaved girl, except for her mediocre grades. She doesn't date or fight." After speaking for Heyue, he flattered Zhou Wenhe, "But the teachers are the ones who work the hardest. They are responsible for Xiaoyue's file."

Seeing her grandfather like this, He Yue could only force a smile, but there was a coldness in her eyes.

Zhou Wenhe gradually put more force on the hand on her shoulder. She endured the pain and looked over. Zhou Wenhe still smiled hypocritically: "Heyue, it seems that grandpa really wants to see you graduate and drink your college wine."

"That's right." Grandpa's face lit up when he mentioned college wine.

When Heyue was in her third year of high school, her grandfather began to list the dishes for the university banquet. He wrote and crossed out the menu, and added to it again and again.

He Yue took Zhou Wenhe's hand away and replied with a smile: "Of course I will. I will graduate."

Zhou Wenhe pushed his glasses, stood up, and began to walk around the room casually.

Grandpa didn't understand what he meant, so he put down the half-peeled apple and staggered behind him, ready to answer Zhou Wenhe's questions at any time.

"Grandpa, what is this?" Zhou Wenhe asked, pointing to a jar of pickled oranges on top of the cabinet.

"This is pickled tangerines. Xiaoyue is prone to coughing in autumn and winter, and soaking this in water is good for her throat." Grandpa has lived for so many years, how could he not understand the hint in Zhou Wenhua's words?

He immediately brought a chair and climbed up: "Teacher Zhou, take this jar back and drink it. Your teacher is the one who strains his throat the most."

"Grandpa!" He Yue walked over and held grandpa's hand. She knew that grandpa treasured this jar of pickled oranges the most.

Grandpa patted He Yue's hand and said she was stingy: "It's just a jar of pickled oranges. I don't think there's anything else in our family that Teacher Zhou would be interested in."

"Grandpa!"

He Yue wanted to stop him, but her grandfather had already climbed onto the chair and tremblingly carried down a heavy jar of pickled oranges. He brought the pickled oranges into the kitchen and carefully wiped the jar with a paper towel. He did not notice the sword-fighting looks in the eyes of He Yue and Zhou Wenhe behind him.

Until grandpa stuffed the clean pickled tangerines into Zhou Wenhe's arms and said, "Xiaoyue, see Teacher Zhou off."

"it is good."