[Haicheng No.4 High School—Playground—Lunch Break (After the Ball Incident)]
The playground was dead.
Not metaphorically.
Actually dead.
No whistles. No shouting. No football. No breathing—probably. The super-duper handsome teacher stood there, one hand pressing against his bleeding nose, the other casually holding the football at his feet like it had personally betrayed him.
Blood slipped between his fingers.
Drip.
Drip.
Every student's soul ascended to heaven and asked for forgiveness. Song Xiaoting stiffly turned her head toward Qiao Ning, "…You hit a teacher."
Qiao Ning stared straight ahead, eyes glassy, "…I defended you."
"That doesn't cancel it."
"…I defended you heroically."
Xiaoting adjusted her glasses with shaking fingers. "You committed heroic assault."
