In the face of strong facts, the homeroom teacher could not refute.
Xiao Qian cornered her against the wall, and the teacher leaned against the wall, and on the wall behind her, there was a framed calligraphy.
"Thick virtue carries all?" Xiao Qian read the words on the wall, and the teacher's face had turned pale.
"When heaven takes its course, the gentleman should constantly strive for self-perfection. When the earth is in its proper position, the gentleman should practice thick virtue and carry everything. This is the highest praise for teachers, describing a person of noble character. Teacher, tell me, every day in front of these words praising virtue, you do those conscienceless deeds, do you deserve the title, 'teacher'?"
Xiao Qian's voice was not loud and could even be said to be gentle.
It was such a gentle voice, combined with the sharp words interrogating her soul, that easily shattered the teacher's psychological defenses.
