Chen Jing immediately became angry, casually grabbing something from the desk and throwing it at her. By chance, what she threw was the pen Chu Zheng had just broken, its sharp end directly facing Xu Jing’s temple, quickly creating a small wound with blood seeping out – not serious, but looking somewhat gruesome. Chen Jing looked on indifferently: “Apologize.” Xu Jing’s eyes reddened with anger: “Why should I apologize!” “No reason.” Chen Jing released her hand, her gaze calm, “I’ll say it again. Apologize.” “Senior,” Chu Zheng raised his swollen face, his clean, delicate face full of restraint, “It’s nothing. Xu classmate didn’t mean it, so no apology is needed.” Chen Jing lowered her eyes, glancing at his face, her eyebrow slightly raised: “Really nothing?” Chu Zheng’s heart tightened. What did she mean? “He really is fine,” Xu Jing, intimidated by Chen Jing’s calm demeanor, spoke weakly. “Shut up,” Chen Jing cut her off without courtesy. Xu Jing bit her lip, reluctantly closing her mouth. Though her mouth was shut, her eyes stared directly at Chu Zheng, her cold gaze clearly plotting something. Chu Zheng lowered his eyebrows, his pursed lips looking somewhat sorrowful. Chen Jing took out a tube of medicine from her bag, squeezed some on her fingertips, and gently wiped the swollen areas on his face.
Unable to cause more trouble, her pent-up anger had nowhere to go, and she forcefully kicked over a nearby desk.
“Xu Jing!”
Xu Jing’s parents, who were at home, rushed over immediately after receiving the teacher’s call. Xu’s mother was furious, immediately delivering a slap so crisp it made people feel the pain just hearing it. The top-tier class students were dumbfounded. Even the accompanying homeroom teacher was stunned. The teacher was stunned, but saw Xu Jing stand up and unresignedly slap her mother back. Xu’s parents, in their anger, were about to hit their daughter in front of the entire class. The teacher panicked and immediately rushed forward to stop them.
