The Top Student Fu Ting (IX)

The homeroom teacher was in a roller coaster of emotions. She was initially at the highest point before she plunged; her body was crushed and bones were shattered.

She never saw it coming… The best student in the grade was Fu Ting?

Baffled for a few seconds, the students then turned their eyes to Fu Ting, still in disbelief.

Were they crazy, or had the world gone crazy?

Su Luoshui was the first to recover. She held Fu Ting's little face and rubbed it like a gratified old mother. "My little kid's so smart, knowing how to help me save the money of buying a school."

Xu Tingting's pupils contracted. "How's this possible? How could Fu Ting be the top student in our grade? Teacher Zhu, have you made a mistake? Isn't Huihui the first in our grade?"

Fu Huihui's face was so ugly, it was as though she had eaten sh*t. Her elegance and generosity was shattered on the floor. Hopeless, she then asked, "Didn't our homeroom teacher say Fu Ting was completely wrong in her calculations? How could she be the first?"

"Yes, you've asked a crucial question." Teacher Zhu took out Fu Ting's exam papers. He pointed at her papers; he looked as if he was learning from a god. "I've been teaching for more than ten years, and this is my first time seeing such an advanced way to solve the problem. This has never existed in our teaching syllabus before. With my own naked eyes, they certainly look wrong, but the answers are correct. So, I immediately went to the principal and contacted a few Math Olympiad professors in Jing City to study this the entire night. Finally, we concluded that Student Fu Ting's IQ is outstanding, and she's innovated a new way of thinking of the analysis of Olympics Mathematics."

The homeroom teacher's face immediately turned pale, just like a white wall painted by powder paint. No wonder she could not understand Fu Ting's way of solving the problem... She thought that Fu Ting was an idiot who was scribbling randomly on her papers.

She—the homeroom teacher—was the actual fool!

The principal talked to Fu Ting kindly and gently, "Student Fu Ting, do you have more different solutions for any math problems? Is it convenient to share them with our school? Just name your price and I'll have it done."

As she stood up, Su Luoshui propped her hands against the table surface and smiled, her face angled to the side. "Principal, had you come a little later, my little kid would've been driven away by the homeroom teacher. Are you going to do something?"

"What's going on?" The principal turned his head, and his kind face immediately turned as cold as frost. His eyes were like sharp blades as he glared at the homeroom teacher.

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" The homeroom teacher's legs nearly gave out. As regret overwhelmed her heart, she forced out a smile. "I didn't know Student Fu Ting happened to be a clever student. This child's very funny. Why didn't she say she's not a fool earlier?"

"Absurd!" The principal angrily scolded, "Your job as a teacher is to teach and educate students. How can you criticize the students? Is a fool unworthy of coming to school?"

"I'm not saying that..." murmured the homeroom teacher dispiritedly. She almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

If she had known Fu Ting was so stellar that even the principal flattered her, she would have consecrated her!

She came before Fu Ting tactfully and whispered humbly under her breath, "I'm sorry, Student Fu Ting. I'm wrong. I almost wronged you. Allow me to apologize to you."

Fu Ting looked into the homeroom teacher's eyes. "You should apologize to my dad."

The homeroom teacher refuted subconsciously, "I know that I have to apologize since I misunderstood you, but why should I apologize to a good-for-nothing who only knows how to hand in blank exam papers and be involved in gang fights? Don't he deserve it?"

"Do you deserve it, then?" Fu Ting's eyes were gentle like a serene gem, and her voice sounded calm. "My dad has bad grades, and it's wrong for him to be involved in gang fights, but you're a teacher who should treat her students equally. Are you qualified to look down on him?"

"I'm just educating him," argued the homeroom teacher with a raised voice. "What have I done wrong?"

"Your way of education is calling your student a good-for-nothing and using the most vicious words to attack your student." Fu Ting's face became whiter than usual as she was angry. Her face looked cold, but she looked lovely as ever. "The poorer students are humans as well, who also have their own ideas. What's the big deal even if their grades are bad? Who stipulates that students with bad grades are good-for-nothings? Do you know how many successful people out there didn't even study high school? What do grades mean?"

"Do you know that school violence isn't only caused by students? Teachers are the major driving force as well. Have you ever thought about what your belittlement brings to the teenagers in their puberty?"

The homeroom teacher was totally stunned and could not stand properly due to her panic.

Fu Ting softly added, "He'll be looked down upon by other students, and people will look at him differently. Some people like him will become inferior and drop out of school. Some others will go and join gang fights to not be bullied. This is the only way to protect themselves against harm."

Fu Pei lifted his eyes in a daze.

The young girl's petite body was standing in front of him. She was so soft that his one finger could crush her to death.

At this moment, however, she was protecting him.

His bullet-proof hardened heart seemed to have holes jabbed onto them by a person.

The sun came in, and his heart was warm and burning.

Fu Pei's Adam's Apple bobbed. Why was this Little Fool so kind?