Are You a Teacher? Then Why Are You So Biased?

Li Yao dusted off his hands and looked at the two people lying on the ground. He felt great.

"That felt good."

He was about to head back to the classroom and sort out his situation after crossing into this world when a powerful voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you all standing around for? Don't you have classes? Don't you want to train?"

The onlookers' expressions changed, and they hurriedly cleared a path.

"The dean's here. Let's go."

"Liu Zhengguo's here. You don't want to mess with him."

"Li Yao's in trouble now." The students parted like a tide, revealing a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. One look told you he was not someone to trifle with.

Liu Zhengguo strode over. His gaze swept over Lin Yun and Yang Xiaoran on the ground, and his face darkened.

"Li Yao, you assaulted your classmates on campus in broad daylight. Do school rules mean nothing to you?"

Li Yao raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Dean, you saw me hit them, but you didn't see her slap me first?"

He pointed to his face. "The handprint's still here. Want to take a look?"

Liu Zhengguo's expression darkened further. "Even if she struck first, you shouldn't have hit back! You're a boy, and she's a girl. What's wrong with letting it go?"

"Letting it go?" Li Yao laughed. "Dean, why should I? She hits me, and I'm supposed to take it? What kind of logic is that?"

"Even teachers are taking sides these days?"

"If you didn't look like a man, I'd think you were some advice-column auntie."

A few students in the crowd couldn't hold back their laughter.

Liu Zhengguo's face turned livid. "Li Yao! What kind of attitude is that? You have no respect for your elders or the school rules!"

"Don't get worked up, Dean." Li Yao slipped his hands into his pockets, looking utterly unconcerned. "Just answer me this: did you see her slap me?"

"Well..." Liu Zhengguo was at a loss for words.

"You didn't, right?" Li Yao went on. "So you only saw me hit them. Isn't that taking sides?"

"You've really mastered the art of it."

Liu Zhengguo trembled with anger. He pointed at Li Yao but couldn't get a word out.

"Fine. Fine. Fine!" he said through gritted teeth. "Since you think you can do whatever you want, I'll call security and have you taken to the police station!"

"Let's see what your father has to say when he gets here!"

He reached for his phone.

Li Yao remained calm. He even yawned.

"Dean, before you make that call, I suggest you think it through."

"You know who my father is, don't you?"

Liu Zhengguo's hand stopped.

Of course he knew.

Li Yao's father was Li Zhiyun, the current Martial Emperor and one of the Dragon Nation's strongest fighters.

Li Yao's grandfather was Li Fuhai, the only Martial Saint alive and a pillar of the Human Race.

The Li Family was one of the Dragon Nation's guardian families.

"A-are you threatening me?" Liu Zhengguo's voice shook.

"Threatening you?" Li Yao smiled. "I wouldn't dare. I'm just reminding you to be reasonable."

"If you think I was wrong, you can always ask my grandfather to settle the matter."

Liu Zhengguo's face went deathly pale.

Ask the Martial Saint to settle it? He wouldn't dare!

"Dean Liu, my young master knows what he's doing."

A steady voice suddenly came from behind Li Yao.

Li Yao turned and found a middle-aged man in black fighting clothes standing behind him. He had no idea when the man had arrived.

It was Li Wenbin, his uncle and the captain of the Li Family's guards.

Li Wenbin cupped his fists. "If you feel this was improper, perhaps you could ask the Martial Saint to settle the matter?"

Liu Zhengguo fell silent.

He looked at Lin Yun and Yang Xiaoran on the ground, then at Li Yao and Li Wenbin. At last, he gritted his teeth.

"Fine. Since Young Master Li has someone backing him up, I won't interfere."

"But I will report what happened to the principal exactly as it occurred."

With that, he turned and walked away.

"Take care, Dean," Li Yao called after him. "Next time you take sides, get your facts straight first. Save yourself the embarrassment."

Liu Zhengguo's steps faltered, but he didn't look back. He strode away.

Li Yao patted Li Wenbin on the shoulder. "Uncle Wenbin, your timing was perfect."

At the sound of Li Yao calling him "Uncle Wenbin," tears seemed to well up in the eyes of the man who had been so composed moments before.

Li Yao stared at him in confusion. "Uncle Wenbin, what's wrong?"

After sending the onlookers away, Li Wenbin glanced at Yang Xiaoran and Lin Yun lying on the ground. Then he dropped to his knees with a thud.

He grabbed Li Yao's leg and burst into tears.

"Young master!!!"

Li Wenbin's voice shot up several pitches.

"You've finally come to your senses!!!"

"You've finally seen the light! Thank heavens!"

"The heavens are watching over the Li Family!"

Only after a long bout of wailing did Li Wenbin finally stop crying.

Li Yao stared at him, speechless. "Uncle Wenbin, what's gotten into you?"

"Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Li Wenbin was still sniffling as he spoke.

"I'm happy. Young master, you've finally come to your senses."

At this point, even a fool could understand.

The original Li Yao had spent all this time fawning over Yang Xiaoran, and seeing him finally stand up for himself had overwhelmed Li Wenbin.

Li Yao's face darkened. "Enough of that. Uncle Wenbin, I need you to do something."

Seeing how serious Li Yao was, Li Wenbin straightened up.

"Just say the word, young master."

"Make a list of everything I've spent on Yang Xiaoran over the past three years. Spiritual artifacts, cultivation resources, treasures, even money. All of it."

Li Wenbin looked bewildered. "Young master, are you...?"

"She's been living off me, using my things, and she still had the nerve to slap me. That's a first. Since Yang Xiaoran doesn't know how good she's had it, I'm taking back everything I gave her."

Li Wenbin turned to look at Li Yao. For a moment, his young master seemed to stand taller than ever.

"Young master!!!"

"Stop!"

Li Yao cut off Li Wenbin's wailing, then urged him on. "Go on, Uncle Wenbin. Get to it."