Upon hearing this, Mo Feng’s mind buzzed, what did this guy just say? What does he mean by not waiting that long anymore? Did he come early and listen for a long time?
"Chen... Chen Tianlong, when did you arrive?" Mo Feng asked deliberately, unsure.
"I’ve been here for about five minutes. I heard Director Mo and Teacher Zhou discussing some issues, like promotions and treasures, I didn’t understand at all. When I didn’t hear anything at the end, I thought the discussion was over, so I knocked directly. I’m really sorry, I won’t dare next time," Chen Tianlong explained.
After hearing this, Mo Feng collapsed onto his chair, realizing this guy had heard everything.
However, Mo Feng’s mind quickly spun; so what if he heard, there’s no evidence, and he’s the director of discipline—would he dare disrespect him?
"Ahem... alright, I brought you here to discuss something. Mo Shaoyun from your class reported you, saying you hit people randomly, and you must face a serious punishment!" Mo Feng’s tone suddenly turned very firm.
"Oh? A serious punishment, huh? Alright then, is Director Mo done? If so, I’ll head back to class. Just now, Teacher Zhou and Director Mo’s discussion was so professional, I need to take this recording back to study and understand the ideas,"
Before Mo Feng could react, Chen Tianlong had already stood up, intending to leave.
Upon hearing this, Mo Feng was taken aback. He hurriedly jumped from his chair, rushed to the door, and closed it directly.
"Recording... what recording? Are you saying you recorded my conversation with Teacher Zhou?" Mo Feng swallowed nervously, his face turning somewhat pale. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novęlfire.net
"Hehe, yes, I thought it sounded nice, planning to use it as a phone ringtone," Chen Tianlong chuckled, not showing any sign of threat.
But Mo Feng wasn’t stupid; this guy was obviously trying to mess with him. After gritting his teeth for a while, he finally compromised.
Otherwise, if the recording were spread, he’d lose his job and face his wife’s wrath at home.
"Chen Tianlong, right? I think Mo Shaoyun is talking nonsense; he’s always causing trouble in school. I guess he hit you and then tried to shift the blame, right?" Suddenly, Mo Feng’s attitude made a 360-degree turn.
"I suppose... but it’s okay. I trust Director Mo to be fair to every student; you’ll handle it. I’ll go now," Chen Tianlong smiled lightly, seemingly unconcerned.
Mo Feng took a deep breath; this guy was too harsh, and there was no way around it.
"Also, in the future, if you skip class or get into fights, come to me directly. I’ll smooth things over for you easily!"
"Hehe, sure, no problem. I’ll just keep the recording hidden. If I miss the director, I’ll listen to it, no worries," Chen Tianlong almost laughed out loud; this silly director didn’t even realize he was being played.
The sound was so low; how could anything be recorded? But now he was too frightened to think about that possibility.
"Don’t spread it, please don’t spread it. Anything can be discussed. Alright, Tianlong, hurry back to class," Mo Feng realized this was the best outcome. As for how to get the phone, he had another plan.
When Chen Tianlong returned to the classroom, biology teacher Zhou Wenyan was teaching. Seeing it was Chen Tianlong, she immediately lowered her head, pretending to look at the materials.
Chen Tianlong smiled wryly; he didn’t want to expose her. After all, whatever she chose was her business. But when he sat down, he noticed Lin Wushuang looked sullen.
Initially, Chen Tianlong thought of asking Lin Wushuang, but Lu Xiaoyu turned her head and pointed at Lin Wushuang first, whispering, "Pass a note!"
Chen Tianlong was stunned for a moment, then understood what Lu Xiaoyu meant, so he grabbed a piece of draft paper and scribbled a few words: "What’s wrong with Missy?"
Soon, Lu Xiaoyu replied: "During recess, Hao Jian teased Wushuang in the hallway and got slapped by her. Hao Jian publicly said he would teach her a lesson after school at the gate."
Chen Tianlong was stunned, then replied: "What’s the big deal? I’m here, so why worry!"
Lu Xiaoyu took the note, looked at it, and immediately replied: "No, Tianlong, you don’t know. When he threatened to hit Wushuang, I said you could still beat him up, so he threatened back, saying he’d gather fifty people at the small woods on the east side of the school to wait for us."
After reading it, Chen Tianlong smiled wryly and didn’t reply further. This matter could be big or small. He wasn’t afraid of those fifty people, but he didn’t want it to escalate unmanageable.
After all, the police station was the last place he wanted to go; he had acquaintances there. Eight years had passed, and meeting them again would be difficult to face.
Especially that girl, how was she now, was she doing well?
Soon, it was the afternoon dismissal, and Lin Wushuang was anxious all afternoon, reluctant to call her dad.
After all, such a small matter, she felt embarrassed to bother her dad with it.
In no time, the classroom emptied, leaving only Lin Wushuang and her two friends, plus Chen Tianlong.
"Are you two beauties planning to spend the night in the classroom?" Chen Tianlong grinned.
Lin Wushuang gave him a sidelong glance, knowing he was asking knowingly. She had seen her friend and Chen Tianlong passing notes earlier, no need to guess what they were talking about.
"You just enjoy this, don’t you?" Lin Wushuang pouted, somewhat helpless. If they went back , they’d definitely be beaten by Hao Jian; she completely believed that bastard could do it.
Unlikely they’d only get beaten; those two might get even more involved, and it would be too late to cry.
"Is fifty people a lot? Are you guys going back? I’m hungry," Chen Tianlong said lightly.
"Chen Tianlong, do you know how fierce Hao Jian is? I’ve heard he’s already gathered fifty bad guys in the woods on our way home, waiting to teach us a lesson. With your build... it’s best not to get involved,"
Lin Wushuang felt some joy hearing Chen Tianlong, but upon thinking, while he could fight a few guys, fifty big boys, some rumored to be from gangs, a thin boy like him was asking for trouble?
"Hehe, who told you fighting always depends on numbers?"
Chen Tianlong smiled lightly; he stood up, threw his novel onto the desk, and started walking toward the classroom door, "If you want to go home, follow me!"
"Chen Tianlong... are you serious?" Lin Wushuang was stunned, somewhat in disbelief. If it was just boasting in the classroom, that was one thing, but Chen Tianlong seemed genuinely playing the hero.
"Do I look like I’m joking?" Chen Tianlong wore a faint smile, looking at Lin Wushuang. It was such a calm smile, as if the drama outside was just a puff of cloud to him.