When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 39 - 0: Make Him Read a Self-Criticism

And a certain gang leader was even more brazen; he casually grabbed a paper cup of water from the dispenser and strolled over, sitting down on the chair with an air of nonchalance. "So tell me," he began, "now that you’ve caught me by the tail, how many buildings does the school board plan to take from me this time?"

The disdain in the young man’s voice made several teachers in the office cringe simultaneously.

The two girls, who were about to turn around and leave, were startled into immobility by the casual remark that followed.

It’s not about being early but being opportune.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Tang Xing quietly tugged at Jiang Shuyao’s sleeve and whispered, "Yaoyao, why don’t we wait here for the old hag?"

Waiting for the teacher was just a pretext; he really wanted to hear the story behind those buildings.

Jiang Shuyao had no idea what Pei Yan had done this time, but at least the new bruise on his face was not from the fight at North Alley last Friday.

Could it have been during the weekend?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Qin Ming’s sigh, full of disappointment in his student: "If you have to fight, just fight, why call so many people? It’s fine if classmates from Class 2 want to show up, but why wear Yunzhong’s uniform? Now you’re really in hot water and can’t clear your name."

Tsk.

Pei Yan turned his face and chuckled dismissively. "I’ve never intended to jump into the Yellow River in my life; cut to the chase, just tell me the result."

There are benefits to being a bad student, which is, you don’t have to beat around the bush.

Mr. Qin straightened his glasses and immediately adopted a stern expression, "The school board has decided that you should recite an apology in front of the entire school body."

This so-called decision by the school board sounded somewhat odd to Jiang Shuyao’s ears.

Few people might be aware, but the largest shareholder of Yunzhong’s school board is actually Uncle Pei.

That was one of the reasons her parents had chosen to send her to Yunzhong.

Uncle Pei must have been aware of Pei Yan’s fighting. In the past, they usually covered up the little troublemaker’s misdeeds with money; this new approach was indeed eye-opening.

Clueless Tang Xing had high expectations, but upon hearing it was just an apology reading, his enthusiasm deflated in an instant.

Ah, boring, so boring.

"Yaoyao, it’s getting late; let’s go back to the classroom."

Jiang Shuyao glanced at the silently brooding boy on the chair and hesitated for a moment before silently nodding in agreement.

The office was small; it took about ten seconds to get out the door.

Only after the familiar presence of the girls had faded away did Pei Yan slowly lift his eyes.

"I know you don’t want to recite the apology, but—"

Mr. Qin was ready to offer his earnest advice, but before he could finish, the young man interrupted him in a calm voice.

He asked, "When?"

Huh?

This face before him was indeed a hard one to deal with; losing his patience, Pei Yan repeated, "When do you want me to recite the apology?"

Apparently not expecting the Little Demon King to be so cooperative, Mr. Qin was momentarily disoriented and robotically answered, "During this afternoon’s assembly, after the class representative has spoken, you’ll go on."

The class representative, aka the top student.

The school board’s arrangement seemed pretty damn fitting.

A trace of contempt flickered in Pei Yan’s cool gaze, and he stretched lazily, expressing his indifference, "Okay, I’m off."

As the young man stood up, Mr. Qin handed him the prepared apology and encouraged him, "Read it well. A real man can bend and stretch. Today you apologize, and tomorrow you’ll be a hero again. Do it for the pride of Class 2!"

All the teachers: "..."

They finally understood why Mr. Qin was the longest-serving homeroom teacher of Class 2 to date.

This level of self-delusion was truly out of this world.

Pei Yan glanced at the apology in the teacher’s hand, turned around nonchalantly, and waved goodbye, "To show my sincerity, I’ll write it myself."