Chuxia briefly recounted the entire process: "..., teacher, don't worry, I'm not one to suffer losses. She slapped me, and I returned her one and a half slaps. Hmph, let's see if she dares to provoke me again in the future."
"Don't do this anymore," Song Xiaoyu glared at her displeasingly, "Have you ever thought that if she has bad intentions and is holding a sharp object, where would you go to regret it?"
"Right!" Chuxia slapped her forehead suddenly, "Teacher, I hadn't thought of that until you mentioned it. But are there really such bad people?"
"Of course there are..." Song Xiaoyu looked at her with a serious face, "You always think of people as too kind. There are some things people don't talk about openly, but like this time, you're lucky it's only a slight swelling on your face."
Chuxia unconsciously swallowed, "Teacher, from your words, it seems like disfigurement cases are quite common?"
