Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 474 [Daily Life] 4

Feng Lan didn't even want to call the beastly guy in front of her teacher.

This kind of despicable person who relies on his status as a teacher to oppress students is not worthy of being a teacher.

"Feng Lan, you, you——"

"What do you mean, are you stuttering? Or are you deaf and can't hear clearly anymore?"

Faced with Feng Lan's ridicule, the teacher was silent for a moment, like a stuck machine. Faced with lines that were beyond the program, he paused, chose to ignore Feng Lan's words and continue speaking according to the process.

"Why don't they bully others, but only you? Have you ever thought that this is your own problem—"

Feng Lan felt upset when she heard this classic quote. Just as she hadn't sat down yet, she walked up to the teacher in two or three steps. Facing the teacher's puzzled look, she used all her strength to slap the teacher in the face.

"Snapped!"

"One hand clapping doesn't make a sound? Listen now, does it make a sound?"

The teacher with glasses was stunned by Feng Lan's actions. He staggered and held on to the blackboard with an angry look on his face. The other students in the classroom seemed to be activated by this slap and began to blame Feng Lan in a few words.

"How dare you hit the teacher!"

"Feng Lan, just wait to be fired!"

"Why didn't I see that she was this kind of person before..."

"Is she scared out of her wits? She's capable of doing something like this."

"Are we going too far? If things get out of hand, we might be implicated."

"Shut up."

Amidst the noisy voices, Feng Lan, who had sharp ears, heard the discussion of the suspected culprit. She turned her head sharply and saw the people sitting at the table behind her whispering to each other. At the same time, the memories in Feng Lan's mind began to become clear, revealing the faces of these people.

"No," Feng Lan's eyes were cold, not blinded by anger, "It's not them, it's not them who hit me!"

As Feng Lan sharply accused her, the images replayed in her mind froze, and the clear faces paused, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. The noisy people in the classroom also stopped one after another, like puppets with the pause button pressed, the lively expressions on their faces solidified, and they looked at Feng Lan silently, sizing her up. Under the pale light, they looked like a group of zombies.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"What's wrong with your class? They're so noisy."

With a knock on the door, a middle-aged man with a pot belly and a rather gentle appearance walked in. He wore a pair of sunglasses that were not too dark in color. His eyes were sharp under the lenses. He quickly glanced at the classroom and his gaze lingered for a moment on Feng Lan, who was not sitting in her seat. When he noticed the scary toy snake in her hand, his expression immediately became serious.

The intrusion of a stranger injected a burst of vitality into the classroom, and everyone came alive again. The teacher on the podium also woke up as if from a dream, and explained to the dean with a serious face.

"This student is outrageous. I was in class when she suddenly stood up and interrupted me. Not only did she even rush over and hit me. She's completely undisciplined. As for such a bad student, I recommend that she be expelled directly."

Following the teacher's words, the other students, mainly Feng Lan's deskmate, echoed loudly.

"Yes, teacher. Feng Lan is simply crazy. Not only did she talk back to the teacher, she also hit the teacher."

"We all saw it. She was the one who did it. The teacher was teaching the lesson normally."

The dean's expression didn't change much. He listened to the clamor and nodded without expressing his opinion. He waved at Feng Lan, "Feng Lan, right? Come here. As for Teacher Wang, you can continue with your class first."

Teacher Wang and the students were very dissatisfied with the attitude of the dean, but they couldn't say anything else.

Feng Lan followed the dean out the door with the toy snake.

After walking past Class 2 (3), the Dean of Studies first made a phone call.

"Hello, Xiao Zhang, it's me, um... I want to check the surveillance footage of Class 2 (3) of Senior High School, the last hour. Um, just send it to me on WeChat, thank you for your help..."