I'm Going to Tell the Teacher!

Yu Xing wanted to take the opportunity to ask, but Yuriel and his physics class representative deskmate had just been punished, so speaking up or passing notes now was not a good idea.

However, you can heed your deskmate's advice. Johnny does indeed enjoy using his authority to force students to do things they don't want to do. In particular, he can get Yuriel dismissed from class and punished in just a few words, and he has created a very terrifying hidden danger for the physics class representative who is not wearing a red armband.

"Everyone needs to pay attention in class. If you lose focus and miss the example problem, you'll end up bothering others." Johnny, still on the podium, gave a morally charged ending to this little incident, adding, "If you keep going like this, what are we going to do about next week's quiz? Study hard. Our class has been at the bottom of the grade so many times already. If we're at the bottom again this time, I'll feel like all the effort I've put into you is a waste of resources."

Mini quiz?

The group of testers immediately perked up. Generally speaking, tests and exams in school instances usually signify a death point, or even the end. Large building instances wouldn't end so quickly with a small test, but it's definitely going to be a very dangerous point.

The second half of the class went uneventfully. Yu Xing didn't actively talk to her deskmate, but instead kept a close eye on her. When the bell rang, Johnny didn't run overtime. He finished saying the last sentence of the example problem before the bell rang, then picked up his math textbook and left the classroom under the watchful eyes of the students.

One second, two seconds.

The homeroom teacher's figure disappeared completely. Yu Xing saw that the homeroom teacher was walking to the left side of the classroom. Before class, they already knew that the left side was the grade office, so each class's homeroom teacher and subject teacher basically had a workstation in the grade office.

Three seconds, four seconds.

The quiet atmosphere suddenly shattered, and the class erupted in chaos. Students stood up one by one, and lay down one after another. The white-haired guy in front of Yu Xing lay sprawled on his desk like a lump of mud, as if he wanted to catch up on sleep. The students in the other seats also perked up. The boys put their arms around each other's shoulders and huddled together, while the girls chatted in twos and threes.

"Quick, quick, let's go to the bathroom together!"

"This is the first time I've seen so many transfer students in this class."

"That's for sure. The previous transfer students all went to the top classes, but who knew they'd end up in the worst class this time? Are their grades bad?"

"Who brought you this water? It wasn't the neighbor next door, was it...?"

The scene before me was somewhat absurd, as if I had stepped out of a repressive and eerie atmosphere. Everyone had become alive, and their expressions, movements, and demeanor were no different from those of normal high school students. Only the person wearing the red armband remained silently sitting in his seat, his face blank, looking like a robot.

The corridor became lively. Some people left their classrooms to go to the restroom together, while many more came from other classrooms to the window of Class 4, wanting to catch a glimpse of the new students who had transferred over.

Most of them were girls, probably because they'd heard somewhere that there were several handsome guys among the transfer students.

The curiosity, excitement, and even a hint of shyness on their faces were so vivid that at that moment, Yu Xing had a strange feeling, as if the oppressive atmosphere during class had never existed.

It was the same when they first arrived at St. Johnis Middle School. They could hear noise as they walked in from the school gate, but once the school bell rang, the entire school building would become quiet.

The starkly divided world, both inside and out, is like a curse that manipulates the human soul.

"Transfer student, your name is Roy, right? Welcome to Class 4!" The tall boy on the right was probably very curious about Yu Xing, having peeked around for over a minute before finally unable to resist reaching out and touching Yu Xing's arm. "My name is Jack, the sports committee member."

His fingers, carrying a warm temperature, traveled through the school uniform shirt to Yu Xing's arm, a feeling that was much more reassuring than the icy touch.

Yu Xing glanced silently at Jack's shoulders; there were no red armbands on either side, indicating that he wasn't yet one of the teacher's men.

It's strange that this class has appointed several students who aren't wearing red armbands as class committee members. They're hard to control but have power. What are the teachers after?

A slight doubt lingered in her mind, Yu Xing nodded outwardly, flashing a friendly and sunny smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Roy, Roy, come here, I have something to tell you." Jack beckoned mysteriously, his face matching a hesitant expression. Yu Xing's deskmate stirred, lowered his head, and it was unclear whether he was looking at the textbook open on the table or resting with his eyes closed. His overly long curly hair had already covered his eyes.

However, it was clear that Yu Xing's deskmate did not have a good impression of Jack.

Yu Xing thought for a moment, then stood up and moved closer to Jack, ready to hear what he had to say. Just as he approached, Jack grabbed his arm, put his mouth close to his ear, and whispered, "You're really unlucky. I winked at you when we were choosing seats, didn't you see? Ugh, you're sitting next to Oliver. Any empty seat would have been better."

"Oliver, is that my deskmate's name?" Yu Xing seemed to ignore the latter part of Jack's complaint, focusing precisely on the key point, "Thank you, my deskmate seems very introverted. Why don't you tell me his name? I don't know how to ask him."

"..." Jack's eye twitched, and his warm attitude seemed to cool down slightly. "I'm doing this for your own good. You'll soon find out that sitting next to Oliver will cause you a lot of trouble. If you want to get rid of these troubles, you can do well on next week's quiz and then ask the homeroom teacher to change your seat. Otherwise, you'll regret it, you definitely will."

By the end, his face even held a hint of proud certainty, as if he were absolutely certain that Yu Xing would soon regret it.

Yu Xing instantly understood. Her curly-haired deskmate probably had a different background. This curly-haired guy could be an opportunity or a trap. Jack specifically mentioned using the test scores to exchange for a seat change, which meant that whether or not he stayed in his current seat was very important to him personally.

However, at this moment, he did not expect that the so-called trouble would come so quickly. Just as he was about to reply to Jack's eagerness, there was a sudden bang behind him. The pen fell to the ground and rolled all the way to Yu Xing's feet.

"Wow, you're still studying even after class is over. You're so diligent! Why don't you become a red armband wearer?"

Yu Xing turned around and saw that the brown-haired girl from Group One had brought out a stone from somewhere. It seemed to be a pebble, very hard and big enough to hurt someone. She stood next to Oliver with a grin, her head slightly lowered, her tone full of provocation. Her girlfriends surrounded her, laughing along with her.

Oliver remained silent, his shoulders slightly shrugged, his back hunched back in a self-protective posture. His head was bowed low, and he didn't even glance at the girls who had come to cause trouble, silently enduring the unwarranted malice from his classmates.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! You're studying so hard, why don't you become a volunteer?" The girl's friend kicked Oliver's desk, arrogantly causing the desk to slide backward a few inches. The desk legs scraped against the ground, making a screeching sound that attracted the attention of the other students in the class. Then, bursts of mocking and amused laughter rang out from all directions.

"What are you pretending for? Who are you trying to impress? You're so high and mighty every day, like you don't want to talk to us at all. Tsk tsk tsk, you really think you're different from everyone else, Oliver, you're so dirty!" When the brown-haired girl saw that Oliver didn't react, she intensified her insults. Oliver remained motionless, only slightly shrinking back.

At this moment, the numb red armband on the side stood up and, as if by accident, stepped on Oliver's shoe. The natural movement and the unchanging numb expression certainly conveyed that, but if it were by accident, no one would deliberately stick their foot under the table to step on another person's shoe.

"Ouch!" Oliver finally reacted, crying out in pain. Seeing this, the man in red armbands rubbed his foot against Oliver's shoe before casually withdrawing it. "It was an accident."

With the red armband leader in charge, the brown-haired girl became even more enthusiastic, and the people around her laughed even louder. Amidst the uproarious laughter, Jack said smugly to Yu Xing, "See? I told you, being his deskmate would be troublesome. Your desk got kicked askew too."

Yu Xing glanced around discreetly. Wen Qinghuai had left the classroom early to gather intelligence outside the classroom. Zhao Mou, Zhao Yijiu, and Qu Xuanqing were all watching from inside the classroom. Zhao Yijiu's eyes were icy, a pen twirling between his fingers. His gaze, or rather, his gaze fixed on the desk that Yu Xing had kicked askew, was filled with a sinister aura. Even his short deskmate was hesitant to approach him.

When their eyes met, Yu Xing read a question in Zhao Yijiu's eyes, as if asking him whether he should step in to stop this farce. Yu Xing shook his head slightly.

Rebecca and her friends didn't go out; they stayed in their seats and watched, their faces bearing identical smiles, as if they too were enjoying this spectacle of bullying their classmate.

Yu Xing frowned, analyzing the various attitudes he saw on his classmates' faces in that instant. He bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen to his feet, and the brown-haired girl's nagging voice still rang in his ears. "Don't you feel ashamed? How can you still sit here so calmly? Sure enough, trash is trash. Even other people's criticisms are nothing new to you, completely useless. You must have been used to hearing them since you were little, right?"

Oliver lowered his head even further, and with each subtle movement, a strand of his curly bangs fell across his forehead, revealing his heavily circled eyes. There was no anger in his eyes, only a weariness born of habit and a lingering fear.

"Ha..." Yu Xing suddenly chuckled, and Jack's eyes lit up.

"Hey, you find it interesting too, don't you? You must have seen through his true nature from our attitude! That's right, that's right. If you were his deskmate, you could torment him even more closely. The only downside is that his filthy smell would also infect you. I wonder if you would find it disgusting." Jack said to himself, perfecting a very complete set of logic for himself, his muscular body swaying back and forth next to Yu Xing.

"..." Oliver could hear everything. Jack was speaking so loudly, without trying to hide it from him at all. Even when he called Yu Xing over and lowered his voice, the volume was still quite loud.

"What are you doing?" Yu Xing suddenly asked. "Is it fun to bully people?"

No one expected this transfer student to suddenly step forward to help Oliver. A moment of silence fell. The brown-haired girl frowned, trying to explain, "New guy, Roy, right? Don't you know Oliver?"

Yu Xing reached out and gently placed Oliver's pen in front of Oliver. He saw Oliver flinch the moment he raised his hand, as if instinctively fearing that he would hit him.

His actions undoubtedly angered the students in Class 4. Even Rebecca and Parey showed their disapproval. Zhao Mou stood in the crowd, recording everything with an absolutely calm expression.

The brown-haired girl asked sharply, "You're planning to help him!?"

Her friend shouted, "Are you trying to make enemies of us?"

Yu Xing turned her head and glanced at them, gritting her teeth, looking extremely disappointed and angry. "Why are you bullying me with such righteous indignation? I'll ask you one more time, is bullying people fun? What right do you have to bully a classmate who just transferred here? I'm going to tell the teacher!"

The surrounding classmates were stunned, realizing that what they were saying was completely different.

They were bullying Oliver, that's true, but they didn't intend to bully Roy.

"Wait, what are you saying? No, we didn't..." The brown-haired girl tried to explain, Yu Xing didn't give her a chance to speak.

"First, Jack lured me over there," Yu Xing pointed to the somewhat bewildered Jack, then to the brown-haired girl's nose, "And then you took the opportunity to kick my table! My books were almost knocked off, and you even left these dark footprints on the table!"

"Why should I? You left footprints on my table, you're the filthiest one, spewing profanities. What did I do wrong to deserve your insults? My manners have never been this bad! In your words, you stepped on the table and swore. You've done such disgusting things, how can you still be so arrogant and smug here? Aren't you ashamed at all?"

Yu Xing's barrage of accusations stunned everyone, but it wasn't over yet. "And you guys, I really thought you welcomed transfer students like us, but now that you see him bullying me, you're still laughing at me!"

I will tell the teacher!