Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

Chapter 17 - 17: Spit Out What You Ate of Mine

17 Chapter 17: Spit Out What You Ate of Mine

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Before experiencing some things, Xiao Qian’s impression of teachers had always been of hardworking gardeners, teaching and nurturing people with a sunny and positive attitude.

Standing downstairs in the small, connected, two-floor building of her homeroom teacher’s office, Xiao Qian looked up at the mottled teaching building and said softly.

“If it weren’t for you, teacher, subverting my three views and demonstrating to me what it means to have different aspects in and out of the classroom, not fulfilling your duties while in office, and solely seeking money, I believe that after becoming a psychologist, I won’t be like you, only caring about.money and neglecting my sacred mission. In order to avenge the patients from my past who have been overcharged for medical expenses, I’ve decided to settle the score with you, teacher.”

Pushing her glasses up, she added.

“That was just official jargon. To put it bluntly, it’s just as simple as you giving me back what you took.”

The homeroom teacher was a woman in her 30s with black-framed glasses. She had a very serious look and an intense aura of righteousness without even speaking a word.

Such a “righteous” person took her father’s benefits, hid the fact that she got admitted to a university, and later took the money from the bitch’s family, refusing to let her transfer her files.

The homeroom teacher had the appearance of a teacher, but not the substance of one.

When Xiao Qian went upstairs, the homeroom teacher was in the two-bedroom apartment given to her by the school, tutoring her child’s homework.

“Yaya, how did your mother educate you? You can’t even answer such a simple judgment question? Our country is a socialist country, and our fundamental task is to improve the quality of the entire nation. This is a free point!”

It happened that the homeroom teacher was also a political science teacher. She was very annoyed to see her daughter unable to answer such an easy question.

“Maybe it’s because the quality of the teachers is so low that the child feels a serious disconnect between the textbook and reality, and therefore can’t answer.”

Xiao Qian’s voice unexpectedly rang out in the narrow space.

The homeroom teacher didn’t expect Xiao Qian to come over. She frowned, unhappy.

“You forgot to knock.”

“Or should I have called out for a report? I think you’ve forgotten that I’m not your student anymore.” Xiao Qian walked in on her own, looking surprised at the child who was doing homework on the table.

Wasn’t this girl the one who had been beaten for stealing on the day she was reborn? The one with pathological kleptomania!

Seeing Xiao Qian, the girl’s face turned red, and she looked at Xiao Qian nervously, afraid she would mention the theft in front of her mother.

“Yaya, you go out first.” The homeroom teacher realized Xiao Qian had brought trouble and sent her daughter away.

Xiao Qian closed the door and pressed down on her pocket.

“What are you here for?” The homeroom teacher asked.

“I’m here to confirm my college entrance exam score. I want to know if I’ve failed.”

Hearing Xiao Qian mention this, the homeroom teacher’s face changed, and her voice became unnatural.

“I told you about your score long ago, didn’t I? I have so many students; how could I possibly remember each one’s…”

“Hehe, you might not remember others’, but you shouldn’t forget mine, right? Well, it doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten. I’ll help you recall.”

Xiao Qian took out a stack of test papers from her bag. These were the college entrance exam questions she had just bought from the roadside.

“Do we need to, right here and now, go through them again? Teacher, in the three years of high school, my grades have never dropped below the top three in the whole grade. This year, our province’s top liberal arts score is 685 points. Although I can’t reach the top, how could I possibly fail when I haven’t had a mock test score below 640?”

She had wanted to ask these questions in her previous life, but back then, she had been too inexperienced in society, and even though she had a lot to say, she dared not say anything. In particular, the homeroom teacher represented absolute authority and the old Xiao Qian didn’t have the courage to declare war on authority.

But now, she asked.

The homeroom teacher never thought that this student, who was usually quiet and a top scholar, could ask such questions, and she had no way to refute any of them.

Her face became pale for several seconds before she tried to argue and attempted to use her teacher’s authority to suppress Xiao Qian.

“You didn’t study hard, and when you failed, you came to the teacher’s house to make trouble? Your behavior is problematic.”

“Aren’t you afraid that your tongue will be twisted by the wind when you say such things? Would you not know how well I study? As for character, yes, you are a political science teacher indeed, but what you’ve done is not only unqualified to be a role model for your students but also falls below the bottom line of being a human being.”

When the homeroom teacher took Chen Lin’s money, she never imagined that she would provoke such a person. Xiao Qian’s words were sharp, and she couldn’t refute them. She could only turn around and try to leave.

Xiao Qian blocked the door. “Tell me again, how many points did I score?”

In a year or two, college entrance exam scores could be checked online. But before the internet was fully popularized, nobody knew how many people had been cheated by those with malicious intent.

“Don’t be unreasonable. If you didn’t pass, you didn’t pass!”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qian finally played her trump card. She took out the red Admission Notice and the postal receipt from her bag.

“Then tell me, what is this?” Xiao Qian held up the Admission Notice and began to read it word by word.

“Chen Xiaoqian, our school has decided to admit you to the Sociology and Psychology College, Clinical Psychology major. Please…”

Before Xiao Qian could finish reading, the homeroom teacher’s arrogance disappeared.

“How did you get it?!”

“How I got it is not the point. The point is, teacher, what do you think the education bureau will do if I give them the recordings of our conversations?”

Xiao Qian took out a portable player from her pocket and compared it again and again.

The homeroom teacher’s face turned pale, she stepped back, and looked at Xiao Qian as if she had seen a ghost.

She was just a child, a teenager in her early teens. How could she have such ruthless means?

It was as if Xiao Qian had read her thoughts. She walked over to the teacher’s bookshelf, which was full of Marxist, Leninist, Maoist, and Dengist theory books. Quite ironically, this political science teacher was capable of doing such things.

“Teacher, in the classroom, you’re full of benevolence, righteousness, and moral integrity. You speak of ideals and striving, but in private, you sacrifice the dreams of others for your tiny advantages. What of the ‘striving’ you preached? Is it climbing over the corpses of others?”

“Since you’ve already got the Admission Notice, go back and prepare for school. It’s pointless to say anything else.” The homeroom teacher’s voice was obviously uncertain, and Xiao Qian’s threat to report her to the education bureau made her very afraid.

If such a thing was disclosed, she definitely could not continue being a teacher.

“Pointless? Tell me, what’s the point? One year of pre-school, six years of primary school, three years of junior high, three years of high school. I’ve been reading for a total of 13 years. In a person’s life, how many 13-year periods can be wasted? And with a simple ‘it’s pointless,’ you want to shrug me off?”