Chapter 8: The whole class collectively heads to the scene to eat melons

Chapter 8

Wei Yi kindly reminded the driver, "Teacher Zheng, I'm not in a rush. Please prioritize traffic safety when driving."

Hearing Wei Yi's reminder, the politics teacher's agitated mood gradually calmed down.

Indeed, there were two precious students in the car. How could she dare to speed?

Wei Yi truly wasn't in a hurry. Teacher Zheng thought this child was considering her situation, after all, if an accident occurred now, even if there was a reason, the students' parents wouldn't let her off easily.

Her feelings instantly shifted from pity to fondness.

As the car slowed down, Shi Li finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Phew, life saved]

[If Teacher Zheng quits this job, she could become a race car driver]

Shi Li's sarcasm might be delayed, but it would never be absent.

Wei Yi's hard-earned melancholy almost cracked in an instant because of her comment.

Outside the emergency room, Wei Yi's Mother was already waiting.

Wei Yi stepped forward to embrace her mother. Seeing her daughter, Wei Yi's Mother's tears flowed more intensely.

Wei Yi patted her mother's back, "Mom, don't worry. Dad will be fine."

"Mom knows. You don't need to worry either."

Teacher Zheng stepped forward to exchange a few words with Wei Yi's Mother, then sat down with Shi Li on the chairs in the corridor.

Logically, after sending Wei Yi to the hospital, she should have left. However, since Shi Li hadn't left yet, she decided it was better not to leave now.

She had brought Shi Li out, so she needed to at least ensure the student was safely taken home by her family before she could feel at ease.

Teacher Zheng had barely sat down when her phone rang.

The caller ID showed it was Teacher Ying, the English teacher for Class 1.

Teacher Zheng glanced at the time. English class should still be in session now.

Why would Teacher Ying have time to call her? Teacher Zheng's heart skipped a beat, wondering if something had happened to the students.

Answering the call, Teacher Ying's somewhat apologetic voice came through the receiver, "You've arrived at the hospital, right?"

"Just got here not long ago."

"I should have called you earlier, but I was worried you might rush and have an accident while driving."

"Teacher Ying, just tell me what's going on."

[Strange]

This was different from her previous life.

Teacher Zheng was a veteran at the school. In the past, she had a fiery temper, and many teachers at the school had been on the receiving end of her outbursts, even the principal hadn't escaped.

Now that she was older, she had started to cultivate her character, and her temper had improved considerably.

Just now, with that one sentence, the memory etched in the DNA of Qianpu Middle School teachers gradually awakened in Teacher Ying's brain.

Even through the phone, she still timidly shrank her neck.

She defended herself, "You know the students don't listen to me." The subtext being, those little ancestors, who could possibly control them?

At this point, what else could Teacher Zheng say? "Alright, I understand. Thank you for your trouble, Teacher Ying."

Now she could only hope that these little ancestors had come to the hospital after leaving early.

Not to some messy place. Otherwise, if something happened, how could they explain it to their families?

Not long after Teacher Zheng hung up the phone, she turned her head to see a group of familiar faces.

They were still wearing their school uniforms. Despite clearly skipping class, they didn't look the least bit guilty upon seeing their teacher.

But thankfully, these kids had indeed come to the hospital.

However, she had only just sat down not five minutes ago, and these little ones had already arrived. Didn't that mean that as soon as she left, these little brats had skipped class?

Teacher Zheng's brow furrowed tightly once again.

Teacher Zheng's guess wasn't wrong. As soon as she had driven out of the school grounds,

the students of Class 1 had staged their rebellion and escaped class.

They had even made preparations to skip class long ago, already knowing when Wei Yi's father would have his accident.

They had booked a bus in advance for a group activity. The class monitor had reserved a coach that could just accommodate all the students in their class.

The main reason they didn't ask their family drivers to pick them up was to avoid their parents finding out they were skipping class.

Teacher Zheng set off early, but in the latter half of the journey, after Wei Yi reminded her about safe driving, she slowed down her speed.

Meanwhile, the students from Class 1, afraid of missing the plot, kept urging their driver to go faster.

They even made up a touching story about their homeroom teacher having a moment of clarity before death, wanting to see the students she had taught one last time.

The homeroom teacher, who had been assigned to study abroad during the summer vacation and hadn't even seen this group of students once, was already being scripted by her own students to have a deathbed epiphany.

The homeroom teacher thought to herself: This is truly a case of "being screwed over".Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com