Calling Parents to School

"damn !" I truly lost my temper. I reached out and aimed to gouge Bill's eyeballs. However, I didn't see clearly. I grabbed whoever was in my reach and attempted to gouge their eyeballs.

The people restraining me dispersed, and I managed to stand up again. Without hesitation, I charged at Bill, grabbing a chair in my hand. In that moment, I was truly furious, seeing red. I used whatever I could find as a weapon, fiercely smashing it onto his head.

A pitiful wail followed, akin to sharp nails scratching a chalkboard. Bill sat on the ground, clutching his head, crying uncontrollably. Blood gushed from the hole in his head, and seeing the blood brought me back to my senses.

Just then, the tightly shut classroom door was kicked open, and five or six teachers entered the room. Everyone froze in place. But I remembered what my uncle had told me: Either don't fight at all, or if you do, go all out. Don't leave any chances for your opponent.

Without overthinking, I lunged at Adrian, but my arm was suddenly grabbed. In my urgency, I used my head to headbutt him. I slammed into Adrian's face with my forehead.

He clutched his face, howling in pain, and I was also held back. I could finally see that it was two burly male teachers and behind them was the class advisor, an elderly woman...

At that moment, I felt like I was on the brink of death. My head felt like it was about to explode, blood kept flowing out of my nose, and I was covered in blood. I didn't know if it was my blood or someone else's.

It wasn't until I was led out of the classroom that I had no regrets. Despite the excruciating pain, I felt like a man. The way my classmates looked at me had changed, and the fear in their eyes oddly excited me!

Bill and Adrian were quickly taken to the hospital. I stood alone in the office, facing seven or eight teachers, including the principal and the class advisor, whom I had seen on my first day of school.

The class advisor for Arnold's grade level, Arnold, kept talking to me incessantly. To be honest, my mind was in a daze, my ears were ringing, and I couldn't make out what the class advisor was saying or what the other teachers were saying. My legs felt weak.

Things in front of me became increasingly blurry, and only Arnold remained in my field of vision, swaying. I was really struggling to stand, but eventually, I heard a sentence that made me explode with anger!

"Summon his parents to the school, explain the incident of him assaulting someone, have them compensate for medical expenses and the damages to the furniture, then expel him."

"Why! Why should I pay! Why should I be expelled! I won't accept it!" I had always been obedient from a young age, but I was also principled. I believed in fairness and reason in everything.Leaving aside my books being thrown on the ground and being beaten up by a group, if it weren't for my fierce resistance, I would be the one sent to the hospital right now!

"Shut up!" Suddenly, my chest was punched. Caught off guard, I fell heavily to the ground. I felt utterly powerless, as if my body had gone limp. Only then did I see that it was Arnold, Vice Principal, hitting me.

"After assaulting someone, you still have the nerve? If you don't compensate, we'll call the police. Roll back wherever you came from! In all my years, I've never seen a student like you!"

"I've never seen a teacher like you either!" I retorted without showing weakness. But Arnold widened his eyes and rushed forward, slapping me twice.

Those two slaps made me feel incredibly wronged. Tears almost fell, but I gritted my teeth tightly, refusing to let them fall. I couldn't let the tears flow!

"Are you going to call your parents?" Arnold grabbed my collar, interrogating me. He was openly hitting and scolding a student, yet none of the teachers present said a word!

My face was burning, a scalding sensation. A warm stream ran down my nose, and as I looked down, I saw blood flowing out. The two slaps earlier left me incredibly uncomfortable. The sense of injustice inside me far exceeded the physical pain.

Facing Arnold's aggressive demeanor, I was about to refuse, but suddenly I recalled what my uncle had told me: A wise person knows the current situation and acts accordingly. At a crucial moment, use your brain to protect yourself first.

"Arnold, I'll call my parents now," I recited my uncle's phone number. Although this situation was extremely unfair to me, I believed my uncle would help me find justice!

In front of me, Arnold made a phone call to my uncle. His tone was overbearing and forceful, akin to scolding a grandson. The expression on his face was as if everyone owed him money. Not a single teacher dared to speak up. Even the air seemed to hold its breath in his presence. I couldn't help but look down on them!

I didn't know if my uncle would be angry, or if he would be angry at me. I knew his pride was higher than anyone's. Being reprimanded in this manner would surely not sit well with him.

A while later, Arnold hung up the phone with a satisfied smile, a trace of triumph in his expression. He said, "This parent knows how to behave; they'll be here soon."

I had initially thought the matter would end here, but I didn't expect Arnold to make me wait here. He told me to wait until my parent arrived before letting me leave. I felt an indescribable sense of injustice. Clearly, I had been beaten up by a group of people, yet now, only I was being dealt with.

Arnold took a seat in the office, seemingly waiting for my uncle to arrive. The elderly woman approached me with a disdainful look, speaking with a sarcastic tone, "Just transferred here and already bullying classmates, daring to resort to violence. This kind of student is undoubtedly a troublemaker. If I had known, I would never have let him join Class 6."

I wiped my nosebleed away, feeling a burning anger inside me. I really wanted to tell everyone loudly, who the hell makes trouble with the class bully shortly after transferring? And who the hell bullies a group of people alone?

No matter what others were saying now, I was waiting for my uncle to come and tell him everything.

Time seemed to pass unusually slowly, each second was agonizing. My legs had already started to tremble; I could barely stand. Yet Arnold sat there as if nothing had happened, legs crossed, playing with his phone nonchalantly.