37~ Forget About It
“Who did this, step forward.” Charis’ tone was flat, unvarying, with no significant look on his face. However, when his gaze swept over the class, everyone felt an immense weight. Even the students who hadn’t directly participated felt their scalps tingling.
“Indulging in vandalizing public desks with offensive words, and probably targeting a specific classmate…” Charis, of course, knew that this set of desks could be considered Tillysha’s ‘exclusive seat.’ No one wanted to sit under the teacher’s nose but Tillysha.
“You, do you realize what you are doing? Do you remember you’re students of Coleman Academy???” Although Charis’ tone wasn’t harsh, it still reverberated in Aileen and her few partners-in-crime’s hearts, making them hesitant to meet Charis’s eyes.
Charis was aware; there was no need for him to personally reprimand these haughty young nobles. Someone—likely the school itself—would educate them. If they didn’t alter their behavior during the first year, Coleman Academy wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them.
“So, this is how you guys treat your classmates?” Glancing at the apparently intact chair, Charis lightly tapped the back of it. The seemingly perfect white wooden chair immediately collapsed into pieces.
The atmosphere in the classroom got even quieter.
Aileen was furious at Tillysha inside.
That hateful Wild Female was not as harmless as she seemed. By deliberately hinting she’d be in class the next day, she led Aileen to continue the prank, presenting the scene of bullying in front of the teacher.
It went deeper. Seeing this situation, will the teacher not assume Tillysha missed class because she was bullied by her classmates?
That’s compounding her crime!
This blonde bimbo is not as simple as she appears. Not reporting directly to the teacher, but guiding the teacher to discover the problem themselves and thus making them her ally? A deep schemer indeed!
But as much as Aileen resented Tillysha, she couldn’t openly express it without exposing herself.
“If you don’t want to study, fine, but don’t bother those who do.” As expected, Charis’s words confirmed that this experienced teacher had indeed connected Tillysha’s absences with bullying, and his voice turned colder.
“Damage school property? That’s fine; just repair it. If that’s impossible, the Academy won’t h*rass you too much. After all, the school isn’t short of money, and a bit of mischief is a way for young people to release energy.”
“But if you prevent students who want to learn from doing so…”
“Bang!” Charis slammed the book on the podium, his tone remaining calm. “Leave my class; I don’t teach students like you.”
“…” Charis was indeed a seasoned veteran; silencing these arrogant students was child’s play, leaving them breathless with just a few words.
“Sorry, Mr. Charis. I was delayed a bit due to some matters; I’m late,” came a voice from the door. Tillysha, with her little worn satchel, arrived at the classroom door, tilted her little head as if not understanding why the atmosphere felt so strange today.
“Tillysha?” A glimpse of surprise flashed in Charis’ eyes. He inspected Tillysha top to bottom, ensuring her spirits were intact, before nodding. His tone softened instantly.
“Alright, just be more mindful next time.”
“Um, I’ve disturbed your class, Mr. Charis.”
“No, we haven’t started yet.”
Tillysha returned to her seat and glanced at the broken chair and the messy table.
“Let’s switch the desk and chair.”
“No need, a new chair will do; I’ll clean the table after a while,” said Tillysha nonchalantly. She shifted the broken chair and found a new one, sitting down without minding the drawings on the desk.
“Hmm,” Charis nodded approvingly, noticing a bit of admiration in his gaze for Tillysha. Another fact was confirmed.
This child had faced bullying many times, there’s no way she’d be this calm otherwise.
“I won’t delve too much into this incident,” Charis remarked seriously.
One reason this was left alone was that Tillysha didn’t seem affected by the bullying. Otherwise, Charis would have pursued this matter to the end.
“I don’t care who’s behind it, but whoever it is needs to clean the desk after class. If next time I see even a bit of paint left on the table, I’ll find you.”
The group of Aileen’s followers glanced unconsciously at Aileen, who silently sat without uttering a word, gripping her pen tightly.
“I’ll clean it, Mr. Charis,” Tillysha whispered softly as if it didn’t matter much.
“No, you cannot clean it.” Charis’s tone was firm. “Whoever scribbled should do the cleaning, this doesn’t concern you.”
“After class, you leave the classroom immediately without any delay.”
“But…”
“That’s the teacher speaking.”
“…I understand,” Tillysha lowered her gaze, curling a strand of hair behind her ear.
