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Tom watched Maisie, standing tall with one arm crossed and the other in her pocket, unbothered by her actions. She looked at Beety and the others with a smug, disdainful expression. Just looking at her made Tom’s head ache.

“Stand properly, Maisie,” Tom said sharply.

“Seriously, Mr. Hardy? You’re even nitpicking how I stand now?” Maisie said. Tom’s brows furrowed deeply, his stern gaze cutting through her attitude. With a reluctant huff, Maisie dropped her arms and pulled her hand out of her pocket.

“And you, young lady,” Tom’s gaze shifted to Zinnia, who stood there looking small and pitiful. His tone softened unconsciously as he continued, “If there’s a conflict, we can talk it out properly. Why let things escalate to violence so quickly?”

Zinnia’s face was covered in dirt, probably from brushing against some dust. Her messy bun hung loosely, with strands of hair falling across her forehead, looking pitiful. Tom thought, ‘She seemed so well–behaved, yet how did she end up slapping someone so suddenly?‘

“Sorry, Mr. Hardy.” Zinnia nodded obediently, her voice soft and compliant.

Seeing her being so cooperative, Tom’s stern expression softened a bit. In contrast to the two girls who were clearly reveling in their victory, Betty and Anne looked wretched on the other side.

Zinnia’s slap landed with great force, as her pent–up frustration spilled over. Betty had spent her time at the Shaw residence trying to frame Zinnia for everything, and now she was targeting Zinnia’s friends. Old grudges and fresh anger merged, making this a personal matter.

Betty’s hair was a mess, and she had been crying, her eyes red and glaring at them with fury. It was as if she wanted to tear them apart. She looked like trouble, and it was clear she’d stir up more conflict.

Tom looked at Betty and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Tom thought, ‘Betty Shaw, usually well–mannered, revealed her true nature when trouble arose. He couldn’t hide his displeasure. Here they were, already in trouble, yet she was still throwing a tantrum, acting as if everyone owed her something.

Anne wasn’t in much better condition. There were several scratches on her face, and her hair was messy. Nevertheless, she still spoke softly, attempting to comfort Betty.

my students. They wouldn’t start a fight

into the office, explaining that he had been resting in the dorm when he received the call. His students had gotten into a fight with students from Class 2, and he had dashed over without even finishing his

classroom. After hearing their side of the story, he clearly realized that

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the kids are all good. But it’s senior year, a critical time. Fighting at school–this kind of

and they

as he stepped into the office, his concern evident as he looked

Everything’s good,” Maisie said, flipping

Mr. Baker,” Zinnia echoed, shaking her

a little argument; how did it escalate to this? Students from

in her thirties, dressed in a

here just in time. Look at what your students did to mine.” Ms. Sharp said, her gaze sweeping over the disheveled Betty and Anne before

Sharp, I understand you want to stand up for your students, but twisting the facts won’t help. It was your students who started this mess,” William replied

lost control for a moment. She’s usually the most easygoing student in our class and

to himself, ‘Wow, my students really pack a punch!‘

hadn’t been so rude, Zinnia wouldn’t have been pushed to react. For someone as mild- mannered as Zinnia to lose her temper, it’s clear

her classmates.”

and your students start throwing punches? Isn’t that a bit much?” Lia said, clearly displeased

let

furrowed as she turned to the two students behind

was just a minor spat, but hearing such offensive language caught her off guard. This was far worse than

to speak under Lia’s piercing stare. She thought, ‘Everyone already hates me, and now even Ms. Sharp is against me. How

fault, she wouldn’t hesitate to hold them accountable. Anne glanced at Betty and sighed inwardly, knowing