Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 13: Suspended for a Week

Every class has a few troublemakers.

They’re the students perpetually at the bottom of the rankings, with poor academic performance but strong physical abilities. During school sports meets, teachers often rely on these students to compete.

After school, they don’t go straight home but instead loiter around town, speaking loudly and acting brashly. Their immaturity leads them to mistake rebellion for individuality.

Of course, not all such students are the same, but among them are a few rotten apples.

Zhang Yuan happened to be one of those rotten ones.

Zhao Xuanwen was very pretty, and Zhang Yuan, despite his flaws, had decent taste. He could tell the difference between beauty and mediocrity. From the moment he first saw her with her crescent-shaped smile, he had been smitten.

Then he confessed his feelings.

And she rejected him.

The rejection left him feeling humiliated.

But what stung even more was seeing her laughing and chatting happily with that fat pig, Liu Zhiyue. Though she smiled at others as well, her laughter toward them always seemed to carry a sense of distance.

Zhang Yuan held a grudge against Liu Zhiyue and, by association, against Zhao Xuanwen.

If he couldn’t have her, then no one else could.

Zhang Yuan’s gaze fell on Liu Zhiyue, and he used his usual tactic—glaring fiercely.

However, to his surprise, it didn’t work. Liu Zhiyue didn’t flinch or cower.

Instead, Liu Zhiyue shifted his gaze back to Zhao Xuanwen and spoke softly.

“If you’re not feeling well, just rest. Why bother running errands?”

“Uh… okay.”

Hearing her deskmate’s words, Zhao Xuanwen felt her brain short-circuit. She allowed herself to be pulled back to her seat, lowering her head and not daring to look at Zhang Yuan behind her.

Even she could sense the tension between the two boys.

Squinting, Zhang Yuan stared at Liu Zhiyue.

“Hey, buddy, what’s the deal?”

“Exactly what I just said.”

Without any hint of fear, Liu Zhiyue shifted in his seat so he could turn around more comfortably.

“You’ve got hands and feet. Why are you always making girls run errands for you? And never paying, at that.”

Zhang Yuan’s expression remained unchanged.

“Once or twice without money is fine. But every time?”

“And another thing… have you ever paid her back?”

As Liu Zhiyue finished speaking, Zhao Xuanwen began to panic. She had heard about Zhang Yuan’s reputation and, not wanting to escalate things, tugged at Liu Zhiyue’s sleeve, her large eyes filled with worry.

Zhang Yuan’s expression darkened.

At this age, saving face was everything, and their voices weren’t exactly quiet. Several classmates had already turned to watch them.

“Are you lecturing me?”

“Hardly.”

Liu Zhiyue shook his head slightly, locking eyes with Zhang Yuan.

“I’m just asking you to stop making her run errands for you.”

Zhao Xuanwen was taken aback.

Was this… for me?

“Ha! And here I thought the little fatty had suddenly grown a backbone. Turns out you just wanted to impress her, huh?”

Zhang Yuan burst into laughter, but his expression shifted abruptly as he raised his hand and slapped Liu Zhiyue across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the silent classroom.

Liu Zhiyue’s head turned to the side.

Zhao Xuanwen’s mouth hung open in shock.

Within seconds, a red handprint appeared on Liu Zhiyue’s cheek.

“You think you deserve respect? What kind of trash gave birth to a bastard like you!”

Zhang Yuan roared, his so-called friends standing behind him with mocking grins, as if jeering at Liu Zhiyue’s attempt to play the hero.

The classroom was deathly silent.

A petite girl in the front row, witnessing the scene, hurriedly bolted out of the classroom in a panic.

Liu Zhiyue raised a hand to touch his stinging cheek.

He glanced at Zhao Xuanwen, who wore a look of fear and concern, and managed to smile at her.

Then he sprang to his feet, grabbing the chair he had been sitting on and hurling it at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan, caught completely off guard, had no time to react. The chair hit him squarely, sending him toppling backward onto the ground.

For a moment, everyone froze.

Liu Zhiyue flipped the desk behind him, scattering books and supplies across the floor.

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He charged at Zhang Yuan, grabbing him by the collar with one hand and his waistband with the other, hoisting him off the ground and slamming him against the wall.

Leaning in close, his red, furious face loomed over Zhang Yuan’s.

“You dare call me a bastard?!” he bellowed, his voice trembling with rage.

Liu Changqing quickly abandoned what he was doing. His good mood from signing his novel vanished entirely when he received a call from Liu Zhiyue’s homeroom teacher.

His obedient son had injured another student in a fight?

After locking up the bookstore, Liu Changqing hurriedly hailed a cab to his son’s school.

When he arrived at the office, panting, the first thing he saw was Liu Zhiyue standing there.

A bright red handprint marked the boy’s cheek, and his expression was grim.

The homeroom teacher, a woman in her forties, was stout and wore glasses. Her thin lips and stern demeanor gave off an unapproachable vibe.

When she saw Liu Changqing, she spoke in a sharp, sarcastic tone.

“Your son is so impressive, attacking classmates in the middle of class.”

Her snide remark didn’t faze Liu Changqing. He simply cast her a glance before turning his attention to his son.

Taking a few steps forward, he raised a hand to touch the swollen cheek.

“Ah!”

The moment his fingers brushed the wound, Liu Zhiyue hissed in pain.

Seeing his son like this, Liu Changqing couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

“It must hurt. I’ll take you to get some medicine in a bit,” he said softly.

“I’m talking to you, parent.”

The homeroom teacher, annoyed at being ignored by Liu Changqing, cleared her throat loudly before speaking again.

“Your son’s behavior in this incident was exceptionally bad. After discussion, the school leadership has decided to suspend him for one week.”

At these words, Liu Changqing finally turned to look at her seriously for the first time.

“A one-week suspension?”

“This is already a lenient punishment. Do you even realize he nearly tried to kill that student?”

Her hand tapped the desk for emphasis, her tone filled with dissatisfaction toward Liu Zhiyue.

“We’ve been more than fair. A week’s suspension is the best outcome for a student like this.”

“So, what you’re saying is that I should thank the school?”

Liu Changqing’s voice was laced with sarcasm as he turned back to his son.

“Did you start the fight?”

Liu Zhiyue shook his head. “No.”

Liu Changqing chuckled.

“Did you hear that? My son said he didn’t start it. What kind of era are we living in where you get hit and can’t hit back?”

“You’re just being unreasonable!”

“Am I?”

Liu Changqing’s gaze shifted to the homeroom teacher, his expression darkening.

Taking two steps forward, he stood right in front of her.

The teacher, who had been full of bluster moments before, now looked uneasy, her confidence faltering.

“W-what are you trying to do?”

“How about I slap you first, and when you hit me back, I’ll report you and have you fired?”

The teacher froze, momentarily stunned, before snapping back.

“What kind of parent are you?!”

Ignoring her, Liu Changqing grabbed Liu Zhiyue’s hand and pushed open the office door, leading him out toward the school gate.

After they left, the office fell into silence.

The math teacher, who had been quietly observing the scene, finally took a sip from his tea.

“Well, he’s got a point. That kid, Liu Zhiyue—his grades are average, but he’s well-behaved. Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, is always causing trouble. He probably thought he could bully Liu Zhiyue because he’s quiet.”

Taking another sip, the math teacher glanced at the homeroom teacher, whose face was a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

Shaking his head, he chose not to say more.