Chapter 87 - Stay Away From My Student (1/2)
C-3 Homeroom Teacher had started his arrangements two days ago in order to ensure that he did not leave any evidence that could point to him, but none of that mattered now in the face of the CCTV evidence. If they had only targeted this specific class with CCTV, then he could've refuted that someone had a grudge against him and shift the blame on the unnamed student's head. However, that anonymous student requested for every hall and classroom to be fitted with CCTV surveillance. There was no way of claiming discrimination now.
”S**T!”
The C3 Homeroom Teacher cursed himself for not having another backup plan, just in case of an emergency. He didn't think that his first plan could go so wrong!
Before the security guards could drag him away, he pleaded.
”Wait a minute. Please, just let me talk, just for a moment.”
He looked at everyone's face before stopping at his pathetic student. The gears of his brain started to turn, as he saw a way to safeguard himself.
He pulled his arms out of the security guard's' hold and marched over to his student.
”You did it all by yourself. Right? Tell them! Tell them, This was all your plan, from the beginning! Tell them, JIAO.”
He shook the student named Miss Jiao by shoulder repeatedly to accept those crimes, he rolled his eyes like a warning and asked her again and again.
”Tell them!”
”Tell them!”
He gripped her arm tightly.
”Hk...uh” She winced in pain.
”Tell them... or else I will release all those pictures all over the internet.” His lips whispered in her ear.
Yue Wan clenched her fists in rage. ”Don't do it.”
She requested in a whisper. This was Miss. Jiao's only chance of escape from that man's clutches.
'Fight for your freedom, Just give us one signal. We will protect you.' Yue Wan's heart prayed for a miracle.
Teacher An quickly went over to the pathetic student like a light and shoveled the C3 Homeroom Teacher on the ground.
”Stay away from my student!” With a roar, he shouted at the teacher on the ground.
Jiao's eyes saw a gleam of light as she saw the person before her.
”.....my...student.” she breathed in no voice.
The C3 Homeroom Teacher ġrȯȧnėd in pain.
”Who is your student?! She is from my C-3 class,” he too exploded in outrage.
He was not willing to back down when it came to Teacher An.
----After a minute-----
”AHAHAHAHAH!....” A creepy laugh echoed throughout the room.
Teacher An turned around and saw a pair of dead dreary eyes and greyish, worn-out features.
Miss Jiao resembled a soulless doll that had just crawled up out of the depths of Hell.