Your mom turned and walked away as she spoke. You hung your head, yawning, and followed her.
Your mom and you did not go far, instead standing in a corner of the corridor. At this time, class had just started, and the teacher's and students' attention was not on learning, so both classrooms, including Class 1 of Grade 3, were listening to the conversation between you two.
"You rascal, you've grown guts, daring to commit violence at school!"
"Uh! Mom! Gentle, gentle! It's going to break!"
"Pfft—" With those words, people from both classrooms couldn't help but cover their mouths to suppress laughter, even Zhao Lirong at the podium tried her best not to laugh out loud.
Your mom's voice rang out again: "It's just a few blunt words, is it worth such a heavy hand? That boy was so scared by you, he left a mess of feces and urine. Although he has been taken home, he probably can't study at Second Heights anymore."
"Keeping such trash is useless anyway. Ow—Mom, why are you hitting me?"
