Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

17-24

17

Before experiencing some things, Xiao Qian's impression of teachers had always been of hardworking gardeners, teaching and nurturing people with a sunny & positive attitude.

Standing downstairs in the small, connected, 2floor building of her homeroom teacher's office, Xiao Qian looked up at the mottled teaching building and said softly.

"If it weren't for you, teacher, subverting my three views and demonstrating to me what it means to have different aspects in and out of the classroom, not fulfilling your duties while in office, and solely seeking money, I believe that after becoming a psychologist, I won't be like you, only caring about.money and neglecting my sacred mission. In order to avenge the patients from my past who have been overcharged for medical expenses, I've decided to settle the score with you, teacher."

Pushing her glasses up, she added.

"That was just official jargon. To put it bluntly, it's just as simple as you giving me back what you took."

The homeroom teacher was a woman in her 30s with black-framed glasses. She had a very serious look and an intense aura of righteousness without even speaking a word.

Such a "righteous" person took her father's benefits, hid the fact that she got admitted to a university, and later took the money from the bitch's family, refusing to let her transfer her files.

The homeroom teacher had the appearance of a teacher, but not the substance of one.

When Xiao Qian went upstairs, the homeroom teacher was in the two-bedroom apartment given to her by the school, tutoring her child's homework.

"Yaya, how did your mother educate you? You can't even answer such a simple judgment question? Our country is a socialist country, and our fundamental task is to improve the quality of the entire nation. This is a free point!"

It happened that the homeroom teacher was also a political science teacher. She was very annoyed to see her daughter unable to answer such an easy question.

"Maybe it's because the quality of the teachers is so low that the child feels a serious disconnect between the textbook and reality, and therefore can't answer."

Xiao Qian's voice unexpectedly rang out in the narrow space.

The homeroom teacher didn't expect Xiao Qian to come over. She frowned, unhappy.

"You forgot to knock."

"Or should I have called out for a report? I think you've forgotten that I'm not your student anymore." Xiao Qian walked in on her own, looking surprised at the child who was doing homework on the table.

Wasn't this girl the one who had been beaten for stealing on the day she was reborn? The one with pathological kleptomania!

Seeing Xiao Qian, the girl's face turned red, and she looked at Xiao Qian nervously, afraid she would mention the theft in front of her mother.

"Yaya, you go out first." The homeroom teacher realized Xiao Qian had brought trouble and sent her daughter away.

Xiao Qian closed the door and pressed down on her pocket.

"What are you here for?" The homeroom teacher asked.

"I'm here to confirm my college entrance exam score. I want to know if I've failed."

Hearing Xiao Qian mention this, the homeroom teacher's face changed, and her voice became unnatural.

"I told you about your score long ago, didn't I? I have so many students; how could I possibly remember each one's..."