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

Zhou Wenhe walked into the classroom with a tall and strong build, not like a southerner.

Even in summer he still liked to wear a plaid shirt and suit pants, with a shiny belt around his waist. His eyes hidden behind the cold glasses always made students unable to guess his emotions.

But today he had a cold aura, which was obviously a sign of a coming storm.

A timid girl sitting in front of He Yue twisted her fingers and murmured, "It's all over, it's all He Yue's fault."

"Is this how you teach history?" Zhou Wenhe's voice was low and contained a sense of oppression.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone lowered their heads unconsciously. Zhou Wenhe felt slightly satisfied until his eyes fell on He Yue. She was looking at him without any fear in her eyes.

It was just an ordinary look from a student looking at his teacher.

"Teacher Zhou, it's my fault. It has nothing to do with anyone else." He Yue said sincerely.

Hearing her say this, many people in the class looked at her secretly, wondering how the originally weak He Yue could become so tough.

He Yue actually didn’t think so much about it. She just simply felt that everyone should be responsible for their own actions. However, in Zhou Wenhe’s eyes, that was not what she meant. This sentence seemed more like a provocation to him.

"Okay." Zhou Wenhe smiled, but his face was old-fashioned, and his smile seemed a little strange. "Come out with me."

He Yue was about to follow him out, but unexpectedly, Li Li, who always liked to be sarcastic, stood up to help He Yue explain: "Teacher Zhou, although He Yue is stupid, she has always been very well behaved. It may be that she is in the third year of high school now, and the children are under a lot of pressure..."

This can also be considered as a way to help out, right?

Zhou Wenhe nodded and put one hand in front of Li Li to stop him from getting close: "Teacher Li, I'm the class teacher. I know what to do. Go ahead and do your work."

This sentence sounds polite, but it is actually reminding Li Li that he is Yunlong's backbone teacher, and he, Li Li, has only worked in Yunlong for more than two years, so a newcomer should not be taught how to do things here.

Li Li was silent, his expression was not very good. He looked at his watch and compromised: "Then I'll go first."

As he watched Li Li leave the classroom, a cold voice rang behind his ears: "Heyue, let's go."

He Yue didn't know there was such a secluded classroom in the teaching building. After two corners, there was a long corridor with only a light-transmitting window at the end, blocking the summer day outside.

The pace of life in the third year of high school is very intense now, so I think few people will come here, so it is so quiet here that it is a little scary.

She followed Zhou Wenhe, and her left eye twitched inexplicably. She hurriedly raised her hand to hold it.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

As He Yue opened her mouth, the echo made the corridor seem even emptier, but Zhou Wenhe just glanced at her and continued walking forward.

He Yue reacted instinctively to the danger and quickly realized that something was wrong.

Although her grades were not good in her previous life, she had always followed the rules and never went against her teachers, so she had never been called out by Zhou Wenhe for a private talk.

Just as He Yue was recalling what Zhou Wenhe had done wrong in his previous life, Zhou Wenhe stopped. He turned sideways and opened a door next to him. Light leaked out and shone heavily on Zhou Xihe. Against the light, He Yue felt blinded and could not see his expression clearly.

"Come in."

He Yue hesitated for a moment, but still chose to walk into the empty classroom.

There were tables and chairs piled up all around. She glanced casually and could easily see a thick layer of dust on them. But the strange thing was that the separate set of tables and chairs in the middle of the classroom was spotless, as if people came here often.

He Yue shuddered slightly when she heard the door behind her close quietly. The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense.

"He Yue." Zhou Wenhe called He Yue's name softly.

He Yue turned her head and saw Zhou Wenhe's eyes were indifferent and his face was extremely serious, but at this moment he forced out an extremely weird smile.

Zhou Wenhe spoke mechanically and coldly: "The one-on-one ideology and morality class starts now."

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The moment the school bell rang, Lin Xia Ning almost jumped up from her seat. Luo Yilan was startled by her action and pulled her back: "A Ning, I'm going to the broadcasting room. Remember to buy Xiao He some dinner later."

Unexpectedly, Lin Xia Ning actually refused. She looked at her watch anxiously and said quickly: "I have something to do today."

Lin Xia Ning looked around and dropped an eraser onto a table without missing a beat: "Liu Qi, please bring some food to He Yue."

Liu Qi whistled: "Got it."

Seeing Lin Xia Ning's impetuous look, Luo Yilan still held her hand and didn't let go: "Where are you going?"

Lin Xia Ning was obviously in a hurry. She broke away from Luo Yi Lan's hand and said, "Don't worry. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he jumped out like a rabbit.

Luo Yilan just stood up and wanted to chase him, but was stopped by a female classmate with a flushed face. She glanced at the back door from time to time and spoke in a somewhat awkward manner: "Luo Yilan, Yuezhou is here to see you."

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How to tell whether a person is good or bad?

Having a decent career, a harmonious family, or good social relationships?

No, it's just the devil's best way of hiding in the crowd.

Under the skin of the unicorn, what is good and what is evil?

He Yue walked to a clean chair and sat down, placing her hands on her knees, her slender fingers unconsciously twisted together, and she had no memory of the so-called ideology and morality class in her mind.

But at that time, she was just a stupid and good student with poor grades, and she didn't have much interaction with Zhou Wenhe. What's more, Zhou Wenhe had so many students, how could he have the time to take care of them one by one?

But when you think about it carefully, the few students he often calls out for communication and study, although they are all students with average or lower grades in the class, are not necessarily those who like to get into trouble.

Not right.

"Heyue, you have a younger brother. Your parents and he work in Beijing. You and your grandfather live in the old district in the south of the city next to the school." Zhou Wenhe looked up and thought for a moment. "I don't think you participated in the last milk order for the class? You didn't sign up for the study tour last year, but I remember your two good friends went."

As Zhou Wenhe was talking, he walked around behind Heyue and pressed a large, calloused hand on her shoulder. The force was so strong that Heyue trembled. She immediately apologized, "Teacher Zhou, I really know I was wrong."

"Every student who sits in this position has told me this." Zhou Wenhe sighed, as if lamenting the ignorance of these students.

He Yue didn't like this oppressive atmosphere. She felt the nerves in her temples throbbing with pain. She just wanted to leave this place quickly: "I'm going to apologize to Teacher Li."

She wanted to stand up eagerly, but Zhou Wenhe held her firmly in place. He Yue pretended to be calm and turned her head to look over in confusion: "Teacher Zhou?"

There was a strange light in Zhou Wenhe's eyes. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but He Yue felt that when he realized her panic, excitement climbed up his eyes.

He held He Yue down with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other.

"Teacher Zhou!" He Yue tried to stop him.

But Zhou Wenhe didn't take her seriously at all, and even ordered her: "Put your hand out!"

The belt was folded into a thick piece, and the light reflected by the silver buckle made He Yue subconsciously avoid his sight.

She thought of Jiang Shaoming, and of countless dark nights, and the painful and burning feeling of the belt hitting her skin.

He Yue opened her mouth and then she realized that her voice was shaking badly.

"Teacher Zhou, aren't you afraid that I will complain to the principal?"

Zhou Wenhe looked at He Yue's tender face and sneered: "He Yue, you are a poor student, you have no parents to rely on, you have no money and power, what did you say you were going to do? Complain?"

Zhou Wenhe simply looked down on He Yue for not having this ability!

The scenes of being bullied by Jiang Shaoming in her previous life played in her mind like a kaleidoscope. He Yue gritted her teeth. She couldn't let herself fall into a situation where she could be humiliated at will again.

Watching Zhou Wenhe approaching step by step, He Yue suddenly pushed him away and rushed to the door. When she grabbed the door handle, she realized that she was too nervous to notice that the door was locked!

Just as He Yue looked towards the window, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. It was Zhou Wenhe who was catching up with her!

He grabbed He Yue's ponytail mercilessly and pulled it. He Yue fell to the ground suddenly, with her hair pulling at the back of her head, as if it was being peeled off her scalp alive.

But Zhou Wenhe became even more excited and forcibly dragged her back to the open space in the middle of the classroom, as if he was pulling a dead object.

"Heyue, class is about to start."