The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 212 - 176

"Xiao He, don’t get so angry, it’s bad for your health. Understand the situation first, listen to what the people involved have to say, then discuss punishment."

"There’s nothing to understand, isn’t it obvious? Malicious defamation, it’s not the first time something like this has happened." The homeroom teacher recalled the past, his face a picture of pain.

That was also a good student, but because of certain people’s malicious rumors and slander, they couldn’t handle the pressure and ended up taking their own life by jumping into the river at such a young age.

At that time, Mr. Mo wanted to keep the marriage a secret; Lan Tian had her own schemes, thinking she could drop Mo Junhua anytime, so the fewer people knew about their marriage, the better. Who knew that after joining the army, Mo Junhua would loudly announce her as his wife, making everyone in the military aware. Whether the school students knew became meaningless.

"Teacher, I got married." Lan Tian said calmly, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather, "I’m sorry for keeping it from you."

The homeroom teacher was stunned, looking at Lan Tian blankly for a while before turning to the principal, startled by the news. And Mr. Zhang was coughing violently, staring at Lan Tian in disbelief.

"You’re really married?" Mr. Zhang asked, unbelieving, as he looked at Lan Tian, the homeroom teacher also staring at her blankly.

Lan Tian looked towards the principal, "Does the school have regulations prohibiting students from getting married?"

Just like grandfather and granddaughter, both as thorny as each other, all that well-behaved and sensible behavior was just a disguise! And now, their true nature was showing.

The principal shook his head, "No."

Lan Tian uttered, "Oh," a sound that was full of implications.

"Although the school doesn’t have a clear regulation that students can’t get married, this has affected the school to some extent. There’s an assembly this afternoon, and I hope you will attend and speak. Whoever started this rumor and slander, once verified by the school, will be dealt with severely to provide you with justice."

"However the school decides to handle it, I have no objections." After all, she had already punished the person who spread the rumors and slander.

Jingli First Middle School has many traditions, and the monthly assemblies are just one of them. These assemblies are meant to motivate the students. Outstanding individuals receive various awards, and if one performs poorly, it’s okay because there will be another assembly next month. Continuously high-performing students should keep up the effort to not fall behind. This kind of competitive academic atmosphere easily boosts students’ motivation.

The assembly is held in the auditorium, and all teachers and students of Jingli First Middle School are required to attend, no excuses. After the lunch break, at the sound of the bell, everyone heads towards the auditorium.

Lan Tian walked with her classmates to their designated seats. Huanhuan from the neighboring class, having heard about the morning’s events and that Lan Tian’s homeroom teacher had looked for her, wanted to come over several times to ask Lan Tian what happened but was pulled away by her friends.

Following tradition, the principal speaks first, followed by the dean of discipline, and then the awards for the classes are distributed. The principal’s opening speech is the same old story, encouraging students to study hard while also developing their moral, intellectual, and physical capacities, emphasizing not to be bookworms. The dean of discipline’s speech would cover several pages, verbose enough to make the students below want to doze off.

"Teacher, I have a question for Lan Tian from classroom 302."

Just as the dean of discipline finished his speech and was about to proceed with the award ceremony, a girl stood up in the auditorium, her gaze fixed on classroom 302. As the girl spoke, all eyes turned towards classroom 302, making the students there the focus of the entire auditorium.

Many classmates in room 302, with feelings of resentment, looked at Lan Tian, believing she was the shame of 302 and that they too were made a part of that shame.

Lan Tian’s expression remained indifferent as she slowly rose to her feet, walking past her classmates towards the podium above. The gaze of the surrounding students followed her silhouette in motion.

The sudden turn of events caught the Director of Education off guard. He looked towards the principal who signaled him to hand over the microphone to the student that had walked up. After receiving instructions from the principal, the Director of Education stepped aside.

Today, Lan Tian wore a fiery red dress paired with sandals of the same color. She pulled up two locks of hair at her temples and tied them at the back, slanting a colorful, exuberant Taohua in her hair. Her skin was porcelain white, her facial features delicately picturesque, her demeanor was cold as frost, and haughty like plum blossoms, resembling a fairy who had descended from the realms above.

The "tap tap tap" sound of her sandals hitting the floor echoed through the auditorium.

Lan Tian stood quietly in front of the microphone, her frosty gaze sweeping over the thousands below, brushing past the towering figure of the girl in the crowd, glancing at the principal, the head teacher Mr. Zhang, and others seated in the front row. Her eyes finally rested on the microphone before her, then she looked up and turned her head towards the girl who had stood up, her action full of defiance.

The girl was holding the microphone, clearly well-prepared, showing that she had come with intent. The girl’s head was slightly raised, her eyes aggressive, focusing on Lan Tian on stage.

"Lan Tian, did you get married?" she asked pointedly, broaching the topic that had captured all the students’ attention.

The auditorium fell into an eerie silence where you could hear a pin drop, everyone holding their breath and listening intently, as if unable to hear each other’s breathing. The atmosphere was oppressive, the thousands of students below tensely awaiting Lan Tian’s response.

Lan Tian lifted the corner of her mouth in a smile, looking down upon the girl, "What business is it of yours?"

Indeed, whether she married or not, what did it have to do with anyone else? People always stick their noses into others’ business, the classmates thought, for beautiful things always evoke the inner approval of people.

This line of thinking is a bit peculiar! thought Mr. Zhang.

Weren’t she here to give an explanation? The head teacher was baffled.

The principal squinted his eyes, smiling slyly like an old fox. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The girl who was questioned was also stunned, her eyes bulging as she looked at Lan Tian. This was supposed to be a critical assembly; why weren’t you following the script? The condemning gazes of the surrounding classmates made her feel incredibly uneasy and her mind was thrown into chaos. After all, she was only in her early teens and had never experienced being accused like this, panicking, she held on to the microphone and sought help from a classmate nearby.

"It may not be our business, but your personal matters have brought negative impact to the school and have also affected our studies," Another girl beside her, frustrated at her uselessness, snatched the microphone from her hand and stood up.

"What does it have to do with me," Lan Tian scoffed lightly, "The rumors weren’t spread by me. You should find the person who spread them. I’m a victim too. Look, all of you have directed your spears at me. My psyche has been hurt. If my views on life, values, and morals become extreme and distorted as a result, who will be responsible? You?"

That’s sophistry! Illogical!

The girl was almost spitting blood in anger!

Below, Huanhuan stood gaping, speechless. The indomitable Lan Tian in verbal combat, was she still the person she knew? Why did she seem so unfamiliar!

"Huanhuan, didn’t you say she was not talkative?" A classmate poked at the stupefied Huanhuan, "That’s what you call not talkative? Almost had someone pass from anger. If she were fond of talking, would she have caused a massacre?"

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