Are You a Teacher? How Can You Be So Biased?

Li Yao clapped his hands and looked at the two people lying on the ground. He felt wonderful.

"That felt good."

He was about to head back to the classroom and sort out his situation after crossing over when a powerful voice suddenly thundered.

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

The students watching turned pale and hurriedly cleared a path.

"The disciplinary director's here. Let's go."

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

"Li Yao's in trouble this time." 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 glance was enough to tell he was not someone to mess with.

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

"Li Yao, you openly beat up your classmates on campus. Do the school rules mean nothing to you?"

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

He pointed at 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 giving her a little leeway?"

"Give her leeway?" Li Yao laughed. "Director, why should I? She hits me, and I'm supposed to take it? What kind of logic is that?"

"Even teachers take sides these days?"

"If you didn't look like a man, I'd think you were some big sister handing out heart-to-hearts."

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

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

"Don't get worked up, Director." Li Yao slipped his hands into his pockets, looking utterly unconcerned. "Just answer me one thing. Did you see her slap me?"

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

"You didn't, right?" Li Yao went on. "So all you saw was me hitting someone. Isn't that taking sides?"

"You've truly taken the art of playing favorites to its peak."

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

"Fine, fine, fine!" he said through gritted teeth. "Since you're so capable, I'll call security right now and have them take you to the police station!"

"I'd like to see what your father has to say when he gets here!"

He reached for his phone.

Li Yao remained unhurried. He even yawned.

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

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

Liu Zhengguo's hand froze.

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 holding up the Human Race.

The Li Family was the Great Family that protected the Dragon Nation.

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

"Threatening you?" Li Yao laughed. "How would I dare? I'm just reminding you to be reasonable."

"If you think I did something wrong, you can ask my grandfather to judge for yourself."

Liu Zhengguo's face went deathly pale.

Ask the Martial Saint to settle the matter? He didn't have the nerve!

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

A steady voice spoke up.

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

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

Li Wenbin cupped his fists. "If you find this improper, why not ask the Martial Saint to judge?"

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, I won't meddle."

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

With that, he turned and left.

"Take care, Director," Li Yao called after him. "Next time you take sides, make sure you've seen what happened first. Save yourself the embarrassment."

Liu Zhengguo faltered for a step, but he didn't look back. He marched 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 in the eyes of the man who had been so composed moments ago.

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

After sending away the students who had gathered to watch, Li Wenbin glanced at Yang Xiaoran and Lin Yun on the ground. Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

He threw his arms around 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! Heaven has eyes!"

"Heaven has blessed the Li Family!"

After a long bout of wailing fit to wake the dead, Li Wenbin finally stopped crying.

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

"Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Li Wenbin was still sniffling. Between sobs, he said,

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

Even a fool could have understood it by then.

So the original Li Yao had been a lovesick lapdog all this time, and seeing him finally grow a spine had overwhelmed Li Wenbin.

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

Seeing the seriousness on Li Yao's face, 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. Spirit Artifacts, resources, treasures, even money. All of it."

Li Wenbin looked confused. "Young master, what are you...?"

"She's been eating my food and using my things, and she still dared to slap me. That's a first. Since Yang Xiaoran doesn't know what's good for her, I'll take back everything I gave her."

Hearing this, Li Wenbin turned to look at Li Yao. In that moment, Li Yao's figure seemed to grow boundlessly tall before his eyes.

"Young master!!!"

"Stop!"

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