In the face of overwhelming evidence, the homeroom teacher was left with no argument.
Qian drove her back to the corner, the homeroom teacher leaned against the wall, and behind her hung a framed piece of calligraphy.
"Virtue nourishes all?" Qian read the words on the wall, and the homeroom teacher's face turned pale.
"Heavenly conduct is persistent, and gentlemen relentlessly strive. Earthly forces are nurturing, and gentlemen use virtue to support everything, the highest praise for those who educate, describing someone's noble character. Teacher, tell me, every day in front of these words praising virtue, you do those conscience-missing things, are you worthy of the title 'teacher'?"
Qian's voice wasn't loud, one could even say it was gentle.
It was this gentle voice, paired with sharp soul-searching words, that effortlessly broke the homeroom teacher's psychological defense.
The homeroom teacher covered her face, almost sobbing uncontrollably.
