novelraw Chapter 17: Spit Out What You’ve Taken from Me
Chapter 17: Spit Out What You’ve Taken from Me
Before experiencing certain things, Qian always thought of teachers as diligent gardeners, teaching with dedication and positivity.
Standing beneath the faculty’s duplex of the school building, Qian looked up at the weathered teaching building and softly said.
"If it weren’t for you, teacher, for overturning my worldview, demonstrating what it means to be inconsistent, occupying a position without fulfilling its duties, and always chasing money, I think, as a psychologist, I wouldn’t just chase money like you do without considering my sacred mission. For the patients in my past life who I excessively charged, I’ve decided to settle the score with you."
She pushed her glasses and added.
"That line was a formal phrase. To put it bluntly, just give back what you took from me. It’s that simple."
The homeroom teacher is a woman in her thirties, wearing black-framed glasses, looking meticulous, exuding the intense righteousness of a homeroom teacher.
It was this "righteous" person who took benefits from her father, concealed her university admission initially, and later took money from vile people to block the transfer of her files.
The homeroom teacher has the appearance of a teacher, but not the soul of one.
As Qian climbed the stairs, the homeroom teacher was in her assigned two-bedroom school apartment, tutoring her child’s homework.
"Yaya, how does mom teach you? Such a simple judgment question, and you can’t do it? Our country is a socialist nation, our fundamental task is to enhance the quality of the entire population, this is a given scoring question!"
The homeroom teacher, who happens to be a political teacher, was very annoyed seeing her daughter unable to answer such simple questions.
"Maybe because the quality of teachers is not high, so children feel the textbook is severely out of touch with reality, hence unable to answer."
Qian’s voice suddenly echoed in the narrow space.
The homeroom teacher didn’t expect Qian to come and frowned displeasedly with her authoritative air.
"You forgot to knock."
"Should I shout a report too? I think you forgot that I’m no longer your student." Qian walked boldly inside, surprised to see the child lying on the table doing homework.
This girl, isn’t she the one who was beaten for stealing on the day she reincarnated? The one suffering from kleptomania!
Seeing Qian, the girl blushed, nervously looking at her, afraid she’d mention her stealing incident in front of her mom.
"Yaya, you go out first." The homeroom teacher realized Qian came with ill intentions and sent her daughter away.
Qian closed the door, pressing something in her pocket.
"What are you here for?" the homeroom teacher asked.
"I’m here to confirm my college entrance exam scores with you, I want to know if I failed."
Upon hearing Qian mention this, the homeroom teacher’s expression changed, her voice somewhat awkward.
"Scores, I already told you before. I have so many students, how can I remember each one’s score..."
"Haha, you might not remember others, but surely you wouldn’t forget mine? Hmm, if you’ve forgotten, no problem, I can help you recall."
Qian took out a stack of exam papers from her bag, which she just bought from a roadside store of this year’s college entrance exam questions.
"Do you want me to solve them here? Teacher, in my three years of high school, I’ve never dropped out of the top three for the entire grade. This year’s top scorer in our province scored 685. Though I can’t reach the top score, I’ve never scored below 640 on any mock exams. How could I fail?"
These were the questions she wanted to ask in her previous life, but back then, her social experience was too limited. Even if there was something in her heart, she didn’t dare speak out, especially when the homeroom teacher represented absolute authority, and that version of Qian didn’t have the courage to challenge authority.
But now, she asked.
The homeroom teacher never expected that this reserved top student could ask these questions, each of which she couldn’t refute.
With a pale face for several seconds, she could only feebly argue, trying to use teacherly authority to suppress Qian.
"You didn’t study well normally, and now that you failed you come to the teacher’s home to make a scene? Your conduct is problematic."
"Aren’t you afraid the wind is too strong and your tongue might get caught when you say this? Do you really not know whether I studied well or not? Conduct, well, you are indeed a political teacher, but what you have done, not only fails to set an example for teachers but you’ve even lost the basic line of being a decent human."
When taking Chen Lin’s money, the homeroom teacher never expected she was provoking such a powerful foe. Qian’s every word was sharp, leaving her unable to retort, she could only turn to leave.
Qian blocked the door, "Tell me again, how many points did I score!"
College entrance exam scores can probably be checked online in another year or two, but before the internet became fully widespread, how many people were scammed for profit by these heartless people, nobody knows.
"Stop being unreasonable! If you failed, you just failed!"
Getting this sentence, Qian finally played her trump card, she pulled from her bag a red acceptance letter and the post office slip.
"Then tell me, what’s this?" Qian held the acceptance letter, starting to read it word by word.
"Chen Xiaoqian student, our school has decided to admit you into the Sociology and Psychology Academy, Clinical Psychology program for study, please..."
Before Qian finished reading, the homeroom teacher’s arrogance vanished completely.
"How did you get hold of that?!"
"How I got it isn’t the point, the point is, Teacher, if I hand the recording of our conversation over to the Education Bureau, what do you think they would do?"
Qian pulled out a cassette recorder, holding it suggestively.
The homeroom teacher retreated a step, looking at Qian as if she’d seen a ghost.
She’s just a child, a teenage kid, how could she have such ruthless tactics?
Qian seemed to read her mind and walked over to the teacher’s cabinet, inside filled with books on Marxism-Leninism, Mao Zedong Thought, and Deng Xiaoping Theory. It’s quite ironic, isn’t it? A political teacher, capable of such actions.
"Teacher, in class you preach morality and ideals, struggle and effort, yet privately, you destroy a young person’s dreams for your own small gain? Your so-called struggle, is it trampling over others’ bodies to climb up?"
"Since you’ve received the notification, go home and prepare for enrollment, saying more is meaningless." The homeroom teacher’s voice was evidently guilty, Qian mentioned reporting her to the Education Bureau, making her extremely scared.
If such a thing spread, she definitely couldn’t continue teaching.
"Meaningless? What is meaningful, tell me? Kindergarten 1 year, elementary 6 years, junior high 3 years, high school 3 years, I’ve studied a full 13 years. How many 13 years can a person waste in a lifetime, and you think saying it’s meaningless, can dismiss me?"