Chapter 192 Chinese Youth
After Zhang Yunqi was called to the office by his class teacher Wang Mingzhen, the classroom was in an uproar.

Worrying about the country and the people is not what high school students should do. It seems that apart from reading and studying, gossip has always been the main theme in every campus. After class, many students gathered together to talk about this matter, probably guessing that the head teacher would deal with Zhang Yunqi in this way this time. After all, fighting in front of so many people in the class, and the one being beaten is a classmate, has a very bad influence on campus and is of a serious nature.

Li Yufei and her girlfriends were chatting in the sun in the corridor. Xiao Xuemei looked at the office of Wang Mingzhen, the head teacher next door, and said curiously, "I really didn't realize that Zhang Yunqi is usually quiet and not aggressive at all, but when it comes to dealing with people, he is really tough!"

Liu Zicheng happened to be there at that time.

He relied on his good relationship with Li Yufei, a popular girl in the class. He was from the same compound. When he had nothing to do after class, he always liked to hang out in Li Yufei's group. The main reason was that there were many beautiful girls. Xiao Xuemei, Chen Xiangping, Yu Qingqing and other girls were all good-looking. They were considered the top girls in Class 156. However, the girls didn't reject him. This guy was a pretty boy, but he looked pretty good.

However, Liu Zicheng was upset when he heard what Xiao Xuemei said. When Zhang Yunqi and Liao Haihua were fighting, he didn't have the courage to go up and help them, but after the fight, he felt obliged to speak up for his buddy. He said to Xiao Xuemei, "What are you talking about? Beating up a classmate is called being tough?"

Li Yufei glanced at him and said calmly, "Does bullying a female classmate every day mean being tough?"

Liu Zicheng's face suddenly turned red. He was still very embarrassed in front of Li Yufei. He said awkwardly: "I just joke with Sister Hua from time to time. I didn't do anything. You can't call it bullying."

Xiao Xuemei sneered: "You must be kidding. How dare you say that. I just think Zhang Yunqi fights well, and some people are just too hateful."

Liu Zicheng couldn't stand up in front of Li Yufei, but he was dismissive of Xiao Xuemei's words: "A good fight? Just wait and see. Let's not talk about the teacher's will not let Zhang Yunqi have a good time this time. Liao Haihua is not a pushover either. His brother is from Xiangnan Sports School. This matter has just begun."

As Liu Zicheng was talking, Li Yufei saw Zhang Yunqi coming out of the head teacher's office next door, but Liu Zicheng was leaning against the wall and talking so excitedly that he didn't notice at all. He was still there talking in a proud manner about how powerful cousin Liao Haihua was, how easy it was to beat Zhang Yunqi, and so on. He talked more and more excitedly. As a good friend of Liao Haihua, he seemed to have a sense of pride. It was not until Zhang Yunqi walked in front of him that he was suddenly startled and subconsciously closed his mouth, took a step back and looked at Zhang Yunqi.

Zhang Yunqi smiled, then turned and went to the classroom.

Xiao Xuemei, Chen Xiangping and several other girls were there, covering their mouths and laughing.

Liu Zicheng's face turned red immediately. Perhaps he also realized that his reaction to Zhang Yunqi was a bit exaggerated. But at this time, no one cared whether he was embarrassed or not. Many students in the corridor were staring at Zhang Yunqi who entered the classroom from the back door, as if they wanted to see something from his face. People with busybodies always like to pay attention to other people's sorrows and joys. According to common sense, Zhang Yunqi would definitely be severely punished by the head teacher for beating up his classmate. However, what was disappointing was that this guy did not have the dejected look of ordinary students who walked into the head teacher's office and were criticized. As usual, he had an expression as if nothing had happened. Perhaps to put it more elegantly, it could be called being unmoved by praise or criticism.

Li Yufei has a particularly deep understanding of this.

After knowing each other for so long, she still had no idea what this boy was thinking. Sometimes when she said something unpleasant to him, he would not get angry. When she praised him, he would not seem happy or carried away. He was not as boastful as boys of the same age and did not seem to care about many things. It was difficult to sense his emotional changes and he was unpredictable. Today, he was so indignant and even fought with an inconspicuous girl. Li Yufei was really surprised.

"Boss Zhang, what did the head teacher say to you?" Zhang Yunqi had just sat down when Wang Xiaokai came over to gossip.

Zhang Yunqi opened the textbook and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Wang Xiaokai glanced at Zhang Yunqi and said, "You're teasing me, don't say anything." Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "Sorry, I have nothing to say."

Wang Xiaokai said, "Look at you. It seems that the head teacher has no problem with your fight. This rhythm is not right. When you went in, everyone thought you were in trouble. Tsk tsk, it seems that Lao Wang is still very righteous. Seniority is seniority. If it was Lao Jiang, you would have been in big trouble."

Zhang Yunqi said happily: "Why should I be so angry? Isn't it all about reason? Old Jiang has a bad temper, but he is not unreasonable. Class is about to start, so stop talking nonsense."

The last class in the afternoon was Chinese class taught by our homeroom teacher Wang Mingzhen.

When Wang Mingzhen arrived at the class, the classroom was unusually quiet compared to usual. Everyone knew that Wang Mingzhen must be in a bad mood after such a bad fight happened today, so no one dared to be uncomfortable at this time, and everyone sat quietly and waited for Wang Mingzhen to speak.

When something like this happens, the head teacher naturally has to give everyone an explanation.

After Wang Mingzhen walked to the podium, he said: "I have always believed that Chinese is not a language tool. If that were the case, you would have graduated in junior high school. Chinese should be a humanities and social science subject. It is important to learn the knowledge in it, but more importantly, it should be able to develop your intelligence and thinking ability, to distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong, and good and evil. Obviously, I did not teach you these. Sometimes, I feel that I have failed. I felt even more so yesterday!"

Wang Mingzhen continued, "As an ordinary Chinese teacher, I have always hoped to bring up some good children with correct values, optimism and self-confidence. If you can't give back, don't be vulgar and violent, and don't be refined and selfish, blinded by a single leaf, and belittle the land under your feet. I also always think that you are still young. The red sun is rising, its path is bright, and the future is like the sea, Chinese teenagers. For you, this is not a good time to indulge in sensual entertainment, and you should not build it on the pain of others! Now, let's go to class."

The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of books turning and the creaking sound of the ceiling fan.

Wang Mingzhen's words seemed to put a silent end to the dispute.

The next morning, Zhang Yunqi went to school as usual.

As soon as he sat down in his seat, he noticed a bottle of milk and two loaves of bread on the desk. He glanced around the classroom and finally landed on Yan Shi. Yan Shi seemed to be observing him as well. Their eyes met and the girl seemed to lower her head in panic.

There was also a bottle of milk on her desk, exactly the same as the one on Zhang Yunqi's desk. There was a cow pattern on the bottle cap and a little boy sitting on a rocket on the bottle body. The brand of milk was called Liziyuan Sweet Milk, which was very famous in the 1990s. It was fresh and sweet and tasted very good. It was not cheap, and most families were reluctant to let their children drink it.

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I wish all my book lovers a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thank you for your support. Sorry for the lack of updates.

I didn’t go home during the holidays these few days, so I’m alone. I will continue to update tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)