"... We are all classmates in the same class. We should be friendly and help each other and get along well. How could you do such a vicious thing? Do you know how much negative impact this incident will have on me and the school?"
In the office of a certain middle school, the head teacher of a certain class in the third year of high school stared at the person in front of him, and he was about to explode with rage.
The boy in the wheelchair was thin, with a sickly pale skin.
His facial features are extremely beautiful, and he is so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish his gender.
The pupils are not the usual jet black or light gray, but a beautiful light brown color against the sunlight coming in from the window.
It's just that there is a cold and gloomy look in the bottom of the eyes, which makes the young Misato a little more gloomy.
Hearing what the class teacher said, the boy didn't respond. He just stared at the wall clock on the wall coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
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Seeing this, the head teacher became even more angry.
Shi Ji is notoriously a problem student.
Originally, the teachers and students pitied him for his disabled legs at a young age, and usually took care of him a lot. But he is gloomy all day long, he just doesn't appreciate his classmates and communicate with them friendly, and there are often rumors of bullying his classmates.
Today, I even put something in the cup of my classmate, which caused that unlucky boy to get into the ambulance and is still in the hospital for gastric lavage.
"—Where is that little bastard who poisoned my son?"
There was a roar outside.
After a while, a thick-backed middle-aged woman rushed in angrily.
Scanning around and seeing Shi Ji in the wheelchair, she sneered: "You are that little bastard, right? You are the one who poisoned my son!"
The boy in the wheelchair just glanced at her blankly, and said three words coldly.
"He deserves it."
This sentence successfully poured out the anger of the middle-aged woman.
She widened her eyes and raised her voice instantly.
"You deserve it? What do you mean by that? You are a cripple who can't even walk. Why did my son provoke you? You are obviously psychopathic because of your disability. You are jealous of my son's ability to run and jump, so you want to kill him !"
"You have a vicious heart at a young age, and you still talk to your elders like this. How did your parents discipline you? Do you still have the quality, do you have a tutor?"
The boy quietly pursed his lips.
The face, which was already abnormally white, paled a little after the middle-aged woman said.
But he still raised his chin and looked coldly at the middle-aged woman in front of him.
Open lips, still those three words.
"He deserves it."
The middle-aged woman was about to go crazy.
"Okay, okay, you hurt my son first. Today, I will teach you a good lesson for your parents who don't care about anything!"
As she said that, the middle-aged woman raised her hand and was about to hit her.
The homeroom teacher didn't expect her to make a move suddenly, and wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
Just when the middle-aged woman's slap was about to slap the boy's face, her arm was grabbed by a slender and powerful hand, and she couldn't move anymore.
"This parent, this is a school, so it's not good to do anything to underage children?"
The voice was calm and polite, but it contained a hint of oppression, making the office instantly quiet.
Everyone's attention was attracted.
No one saw it, but the boy in the wheelchair raised his eyes suddenly, and looked at the man who appeared in time, with a hint of interest in his eyes.