"Have you had enough?" Seated, Gu Zhihan's fist had already clenched white, with veins on the back of his hand throbbing continuously. With a "clang," he walked from his seat to the podium, shielding Luo Mengmeng behind him. The temperature of his dark eyes dropped to freezing, firmly staring at her, "You, as a teacher, abuse your power and even insult students verbally. A person like you doesn't deserve to be a teacher!"
The youth's voice was clear and cold, possessing a depth and an aloofness akin to a snowy mountain, unexpected for his age.
"Gu Zhihan, do you even realize what you're saying!"
The English Teacher, already flushed to the color of liver, was visibly angered.
She obviously hadn't expected a student to call her out so mercilessly in public, especially one she considered a good student.
"Of course, I know," the young boy's voice was as calm and detached as ever.
