My Inner Thoughts Are Heard by the Entire Noble Academy - Chapter 112: Fragile Homeroom Teacher

Chapter 112

During a brawl with a few troublemakers, Shi Li and her classmates found it difficult to manage their strength at first, as they had never been in a physical fight before.

Eventually, they managed to use their baseball bats more effectively, and were able to bring the opposing side to their knees.

The impact of a baseball bat was brutal. The classmates from Senior One Class One hit particularly hard, thinking of these people as the culprits behind Song Ying’s suicide.

Moreover, the more they practiced, the more they could recall Fu Huixing’s instructions on how to use the baseball bat effectively and where to hit to cause pain without inflicting severe injury.

Nobody had taught Shi Li how to fight. Despite that, she wielded her backpack, laden with a thermos and heavy exercise books, as ferociously as anyone with a bat, though it fell short in terms of convenience.

While brandishing her backpack, she relied solely on brute strength and was exhausted after a few swings.

When her backpack was torn off by the opponents, she resorted to bare-handed combat.

This was when Shi Li realized she had a knack for fighting. With her long arms and legs, she was at an advantage.

The female opponent fought dirty so at first, Shi Li was at a disadvantage. But, given that Shi Li was a fast learner, she quickly picked up the opponents’ questionable tactics and used them even more efficiently.

Resenting these people for bullying Song Ying, Shi Li was merciless when she retaliated.

Furthermore, Shi Li had a sidekick, a friendly fire who was incompetent in fighting. She would unintentionally hurt Shi Li who was engaged in close combat with the troublemakers. Understanding her limitations, she only attacked when the timing was perfect.

This was their first time fighting, and more so, their first time collaborating in a fight. Yet, their coordination was impeccable.

When Shi Li clawed at an opponent, her ally would move in to land a strike with the bat.

They aimed for the body, not the face, so while the opponents’ faces remained relatively unscathed, the rest of them were in a miserable state.

Eventually, with the numbers and weapons on their side, they claimed victory. The opponents cowered, clutching their heads and admitting their defeat.

Shi Li, with vibes of a villain, harshly gripped an opponent’s face and asked, “Do you know why we fought you?”

The opponent, faking toughness, wanted to spit in their faces as a show of her indomitable spirit.

However, standing next to Shi Li was a fierce classmate holding a baseball bat. The opponent was still aching from the bat strikes she had received earlier.

After considering the repercussions, she could only obediently reply, “I don’t know.”

Shi Li smiled and said, “You bullied a little sister of ours, so I’ve come to discuss with you. I hope you won’t bully her again in the future.”

After the beating they received, hearing Shi Li’s words ‘discuss’, the bullies nearly shed tears in response. Who negotiates with a baseball bat in hand? Clearly, they were here to cause trouble.

But since Shi Li and her classmates had the upper hand, they didn’t dare to utter a word of disagreement.

The head girl quickly asked, “Who’s your little sister? I promise I’ll never harm her again. Rest assured, your little sister is just like my own. I’ll protect her at school, as long as you ask. No one will dare to bully her in this school again.”

This type of person is known for picking on the weak and fearing the strong. Despite Shi Li just beating her up, in front of those who are more powerful, she behaves very well, but turns around and bullies those weaker than herself.

In other words, it’s a kind of contemptible behavior.

“If I find out that you’re bullying her again, I’ll have to find you for a serious talk. Today, I’m here to discuss this matter with you, but if you can’t fulfill your promise, I might not be as polite next time,” warned Shi Li.

The head girl pleaded, “Sister, tell me your sister’s name, I promise I would never disrespect her again. If I do, you can have my head.”

Shi Li smiled prettily, her eyes sparkling, “Since you have eyes, you should be able to identify who my sister is, I trust your judgement.”

She fist-pumped as a way of cheering her on, making a ‘you can do it’ gesture.

The head girl was dumbfounded, “Sister, you didn’t mention a name or any characteristics, I’m afraid I might offend your sister without knowing.”

“Your eyes have a purpose. If you claim to be blind, I’ll find these two holes under your eyebrows are useless,” Shi Li reassured her, patting the head girl’s colorful fringe like one would a pet, “Good girl, I have faith in you.”

“But I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” Shi Li consoled her gently with a smile, “Say you can’t one more time, and I might get mad.”

Shi Li believed herself to be extremely kind-hearted. After beating up the gang of little bullies till they couldn’t move, she even generously ordered an ambulance using the head girl’s phone.

Hopefully, while resting and healing their injuries at the hospital, they would figure out who her sister is.

If they can’t figure it out, there’s a simple solution. From now on, they just need to stop bullying their classmates to avoid mistakenly harming Shi Li’s “sister.”

Upon returning home that night, those who accompanied Shi Li shared the latest development of “The Death of Song Ying” in their group chat.

Song Ying didn’t die because of Xu Xing, she’d been constantly bullied by a group of little punks for several years until she took her own life.

Feeling triumphant, the group shared how they bumped into the little bullies who tormented Song Ying, whilst they were picking on an innocent girl.

They had grabbed their weapons and given those bullies a good beating.

As for why the students carried weapons in their school bags, the class teacher had stopped questioning it.

After all, Grade 1, Class 1, was a class with quite a reputation. Carrying weapons just seems to be the routine for them.

However, the thought of it irked the teacher silently. He just wanted these rebels to focus on their exams for now and planned to search their bags altogether once the exams were over, to confiscate any weapons.

He was worried that if weapons were brought into school, any quarrel might escalate into a knife fight.

Thinking about the post-exam period, he recalled one more thing.

These mischievous kids hadn’t been home studying for their exams these past few days, instead, they had been out fighting?

Is there no justice in the world anymore?

Looking again at the few students who were particularly active in the group just now, they are the top of the class, so they didn’t attend after-school tutoring.

The homeroom teacher feels like he’s going insane, the best performing group in his class got into a gang fight with a punk girl just before the monthly exam.

Why don’t you guys go to war before the college entrance test, why don’t you argue with the invigilating teacher in the examination room of the college entrance test?

He used to think the top students in his class were reliable kids, now he just feels naive.

There’s not a single normal person in this class!

What good kid from a decent family goes to a brawl before the exam, all under the lofty claim of upholding justice.

He’s really going nuts.