Chapter 19: Either come to class or it counts as skipping!

"Your zipper is not zipped up."

Hearing Fang Yan's shout, everyone around turned their gaze to the man with glasses.

The man with glasses hurriedly reached out, feeling around, but found no sign of the zipper being open.

"I already zipped it up," the man with glasses shouted angrily.

"What do you mean 'already zipped it up'? You just unzipped it a moment ago? Good, you pervert, no wonder you always follow me around, it turns out you have ulterior motives----- You bus pervert, you despicable scum-----"

"I didn't," the man with glasses said, his face red and his eyes glaring at Fang Yan.

"I just like the youthful and alluring aura of girls, what's wrong with that?" Hou Xiaopeng thought to himself, feeling wronged.

Hou Xiaopeng had such a fetish, so he liked to take the bus to work every day, even though he had the means to drive a private car. After getting on the bus, he would look for potential victims inside.

Today's luck was good; as soon as he got on the bus, he saw Jiang Qin, who looked fresh and beautiful, like a white flower swaying in a dark and rugged place.

He quickly moved and soon stood behind Jiang Qin.

However, before he could make any move, the girl's body suddenly leaned forward.

He really felt wronged!

"You're still denying it? Are you even human? You don't even spare men---- You owe me for my mental distress, physical harm, and my new pants----" Fang Yan stepped forward, grabbing Hou Xiaopeng by the collar, looking like he had just been molested. "If you don't compensate me, I'll follow you to your company and have your boss evaluate the situation----"

Everyone was stunned.

"Goodness, that man actually likes men----" a boy in a school uniform shouted.

"How disgusting, how can there be such a person----" a young working woman exclaimed.

"He was standing behind me too, did he have an interest in my butt---- I'll kill him----" a bald, muscular man roared angrily.

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"Let go of me---- Let go of me-----" Hou Xiaopeng struggled to free himself from Fang Yan's grip. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Fang Yan's hand off his clothes.

"Compensate, compensate-----"

"I'll compensate, I'll compensate----" Hou Xiaopeng shouted loudly. He took out his wallet, pulled out all the money, and stuffed it into Fang Yan's hand, shouting, "I'll compensate you-----"

Fang Yan let go, and the bus just arrived at the stop. Hou Xiaopeng jumped off the bus and fled in a panic.

He would never dare to take the bus again in his life.

"Even the butcher's daughter dares to bully. Looking for death." Fang Yan touched the wad of bills, feeling quite pleased.

"Disgusting." Jiang Qin's face turned red. "You're disgusting."

At that moment, Jiang Qin felt that Fang Yan wasn't as detestable as she had imagined.

To avoid others looking at her with strange eyes, he deliberately switched places with her. To get justice for her, he was willing to give the bus pervert the label of 'molesting a man.' He truly embodied the spirit of 'accomplishing others at the expense of oneself' from the movie "Personal Tailor."

He was still quite righteous, wasn't he?

"I said that on your behalf," Fang Yan said.

The bus announcement said they had arrived at No. 26 Middle School. Jiang Qin looked at Fang Yan with her big, watery eyes and said, "Come back early tonight."

"What?"

"To tutor me." The girl said crisply, then quickly got off the bus with her backpack.

Her ponytail swayed lightly, like a cheerful melody.

Her slender figure quickly merged into the crowd of students on the side of the road, forming a vast blue army.

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Fang Yan walked into the classroom just as the bell rang, and Class 9 immediately burst into excitement.

"Teacher Fang, you didn't leave? That's great."

"Teacher Fang, we like you----"

"Teacher Fang, you're not here to say goodbye, are you?"

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Looking at the concerned smiles of the students, Fang Yan's heart grew warmer. Who says one bad apple spoils the whole bunch? At least, apart from those three bad apples, the other students were still good, and the soup was still delicious.

Fang Yan waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"I'm not leaving," Fang Yan said. "I just got here, why would I leave?"

"Teacher Chen said----" a boy started to say but quickly shut his mouth, afraid that someone would report his words to the homeroom teacher, Chen Dahai. If that happened, he would be in trouble.

"Teacher Chen?" Fang Yan thought for a moment. It must be Chen Tao's father, Chen Dahai, right? He was the homeroom teacher of this class, so he would have to deal with him often. As a smart person, he should try to get along well with him.

"Teacher Chen's son is a thug, but that doesn't mean Teacher Chen is a big thug. We should have confidence in Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen is not a bad person; he just doesn't show his good side clearly---- the more you get to know him, the more you will understand." Fang Yan said with a smile. "A son's misbehavior isn't always the father's fault. Teacher Chen is busy with work and taking care of you all, so he has neglected his son's education---- so, in the future, I will help him discipline his son."

"----" The students all sensed the hidden threat in Teacher Fang's words.

How would he 'discipline' Teacher Chen's son?

Fang Yan scanned the classroom and didn't see Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang. Clearly, they still couldn't accept the fact that he hadn't been driven away.

However, they would eventually come to terms with it.

Even if they couldn't, they could always change classes---- to be honest, no teacher would want to teach such thug students, no matter how cool and aloof they thought they were.

Students often have rebellious tendencies and may do some out-of-line things. Fang Yan had been young once and was still young, so he could understand and accept it.

However, students like Zheng Guodong, Li Yang, and Chen Tao, who insult and physically assault teachers and classmates, Fang Yan had no good feelings toward them and no tolerance for them.

"Who is the class president?" Fang Yan asked.

"Zheng Guodong," a girl answered.

Fang Yan felt annoyed inside.

How could such a student be the class president? The class president skips class to drink and disrupts classroom discipline, affecting other students' learning?

"Who is the Chinese class representative?"

"I am," Huang Haoran stood up. "Temporarily."

"Okay. Note that Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang are skipping class."

"They have leave slips," a tall boy in the back row stood up, ran to the front, and placed three slips of paper on the podium.

Fang Yan glanced at them. The three slips were written with the same color pen and the same handwriting: "Teacher, I need to take leave, please approve. Student: Zheng Guodong, Li Yang, Chen Tao."

Acting first, then asking for permission?

Fang Yan walked down from the podium and said to a girl in the front row, "Can I borrow your pen?"

The girl quickly handed over her fountain pen.

Fang Yan uncapped the pen and wrote "Not approved" on each of the three slips.

Then he threw the three leave slips to the tall boy and said, "Either they come to class or it counts as skipping."

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The tall boy held the three leave slips as if he were holding a burning flame.