Chapter 60

Class One, Grade One became famous in a single battle and turned into one of the existences at Cloud Elementary that absolutely should not be messed with.

With so many people at school, the occasional conflict was normal enough, but shaving people’s heads was a little too terrifying.

Boys at this age were right at the stage where their heads could be cut off and their blood could flow, but their hairstyles could not be messed up. The mental collapse caused by suddenly having their heads shaved was easy to imagine.

The homeroom teachers of the classes involved sat in the office, all feeling rather bald themselves.

This matter was hard to handle.

To say those older students had done wrong, well, that was certain. Why would you go provoke the lower grades for no reason?

If you bullied them, the most that would happen was that you would be punished. But in the end, you failed to bully them. Did you have any shame left?

But they were already so miserable that even the teachers could not help feeling a jolt in their hearts when they saw them: the crime did not deserve this punishment.

To say Class One was innocent, well, maybe only a little. These kids really had vicious hands. It was said that when the older students tried to run, they even chased after them and kept beating them because they had gotten too worked up.

But Song Yi insisted it was a peaceful spar and that there was absolutely no intentional harm. Otherwise, go on, tell her. Where were they hurt?

Oh, you mean their hair? That was called giving you a free haircut. They had not even charged you money, and you still had the nerve to come back and settle accounts with them?

Oh, you mean the trauma in their hearts? Then was it not very reasonable for first graders to be frightened by tall, strong older students and develop psychological shadows?

Although the contrast between the tearful older students and the excited-looking first graders made it obvious at a glance who had the psychological trauma, Song Yi firmly believed that you could not look at only the surface when judging a matter. Who knew? Maybe the first graders had been scared silly.

The teachers: “…”

The teachers from the other classes looked at Class One’s teacher with somewhat subtle gazes. So this was the kind of student you usually dealt with. Truly, you had worked hard.

The homeroom teacher’s feelings were a little complicated. His class was united, so he was very gratified. His students had displayed talent and had not feared the older grades, so he was also very gratified.

But were you not using this unity and ability in the wrong place?!

So his current state of mind was an eerie mixture of pride and heartache.

Fortunately, Teacher Yuan had previously taught him a palm technique that could wear down his emotions. Now, even when he gripped his cup, he no longer had to worry about crushing the tea set. It felt especially stress-relieving.

The other teachers turned to look at their own students and had no pride at all. Only heartache remained.

Out of collegial affection, the homeroom teacher decided to promote this palm technique to them: this was a must-have cultivation method for teachers facing headache-inducing students. It saved money and relieved stress.

Song Yi had no idea that a palm technique she had casually recommended to Teacher Yuan back then would soon become all the rage in Cloud Elementary’s teacher circles, and even show signs of continuing to spread outward.

In any case, the teachers discussed it for half the day, but the result did not change much.

In the end, the children on both sides all received verbal education.

On Class One, Grade One’s side, the main lesson was that when possible, one should forgive others and spare them. Everyone was a fellow student.

On the older students’ side, they needed even more education on how to behave properly. Bullying first graders? Now look what happened. You kicked an iron plate, didn’t you?

In the past, the teachers would definitely have arranged some other punishment, but this time the older students really were a little too miserable, and the first graders had not suffered any losses either. In the end, the teachers could not quite bear to do it.

Presumably, this lesson was enough to leave a deep impression on them.

From a certain angle, this incident also had a positive effect. Although older students generally would not casually bully lower-grade students, there were always a few whose hands itched for trouble.

As for the lower grades, they would feel that their senior schoolmates were definitely more impressive and would usually yield to the authority of the older grades. But after this incident, before senior schoolmates tried to order lower-grade students around, they would probably have to weigh themselves first.

Losing a fight was not the most frightening thing. The frightening thing was getting your head shaved and losing face.

Although the cultivation world always had all sorts of methods to regrow hair, before that happened, images recorded from every angle were enough to become black history for the rest of your life.

Moreover, the teachers now had a reason to motivate the older students. “Still not studying properly? Look at you, losing face all the way down to the first grade! You might as well repeat the year!”

“You are the worst cohort I have ever taught!”

While Class One’s “fierce reputation” spread far and wide, the atmosphere inside the class became especially harmonious and friendly.

Originally, under Song Yi’s violent suppression, everyone had dared to be angry but not speak. Her methods were too infuriating, and there were still some classmates who wanted to drag her down from her position.

But after this incident, the students of Class One suddenly discovered that the Great Demon King was actually quite good to them.

Look, such a wicked idea had been Song Yi’s, but she had never used it against her classmates.

Was this not a reflection of her gentleness? Was this not proof that she treated everyone well? She had taught them so many things, yet they still called her the “Great Demon King.” Was that not going too far? Please, everyone, be sure to stay alert for the same kind of emotional manipulation.

The world of children was still very pure.

Besides, just as Song Yi had said, sword cultivators who did not act like proper people were annoying, but after they themselves became sword cultivators who did not act like proper people, they tasted the benefits. This feeling was honestly pretty satisfying.

The children wished they could hang up an amplifying talisman and shout, “Hurry up and provoke us! Give us a chance to show off!”

Unfortunately, they had been in the limelight lately, so no one provoked them at such a sensitive time. When people saw them on the playground after class, they all walked around them.

This feeling was not bad either!

One by one, the children practically wanted to stride with the steps of Tribulation Transcendence big shots, as if they had reached the peak of life. They were somewhat asking for a beating.

When Song Yi saw this, she really wanted to remind them, Stop walking like that. It would not be good if someone accidentally threw sacks over your heads.

But the classmates said very smugly, “Song Yi, we learned it from you. You’re fine, so we won’t have anything happen to us either.”

Song Yi immediately denied it. Impossible. How could someone so deserving of a beating be her?

Li Wenwen directly took out a mirror and told her to look at herself. Although the others had not learned even ten-tenths of her essence, they were indeed imitating her. That much was correct.

Song Yi: “…”

Setting aside a few minor details, working together in perfect coordination to beat up the older students was a good thing. The class’s cohesion had improved quite a bit, and Song Yi’s reputation in the class had also reversed.

As a result, every day when she opened her desk drawer, she received it full of snacks.

Song Yi did not really understand these little children’s strange mentality. But after discovering that this had raised everyone’s enthusiasm for practicing the sword, she stopped caring so much.

Right now, she wanted to consolidate the results of the battle and have a heartfelt talk with the promising seedlings she had her eye on. Had they felt the charm of sword Dao? Sword cultivators were just this awesome. They had figured out what they wanted to do in the future, right?

Unexpectedly, one of them suddenly said, “I’ve thought it through. I want to become a barber! Thank you, Song Yi, for letting me feel the joy of shaving heads.”

Song Yi: “???”

Expressionless, she said, “Think again.”

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