The final exam results were out. On the ranking list, it was clearly printed in black and white: First place, Xue Fan. I waved the test paper in front of Mr. Ma's eyes. He pretended not to see it and turned around to start assigning winter vacation homework. After Mr. Ma finished assigning the homework, he coughed heavily for a long time, as if his throat was blocked by thick phlegm. "Xue Fan, you did well in this final exam and brought honor to the class." "I'll reward you by letting you move back to the third row next semester. But you must listen carefully in class and don't disturb the classmates around you." I looked at him coldly, waiting for his apology. Mr. Ma added, "But don't be too proud either. I've seen many girls who had good grades in the first year of high school. When the difficulty of the courses increases in the second year, their grades are quickly overtaken by boys. Boys, you know, they don't work as hard as girls, but they have smarter minds." "Oh, then since none of the boys in the whole grade have surpassed me, doesn't that mean they are both brainless and lazy?" I said impatiently, "Don't waste my time. Apologize quickly." I spoke so loudly that I immediately caught the attention of all the teachers. "You don't know anything!" Mr. Ma stood up with a bang. "Women are all like this, nagging and holding on to trifles!" At the beginning, he made a bet in front of all the teachers, and there were also many female teachers in the office who had been unhappy with Mr. Ma for a long time. Several pairs of eyes were fixed on him. There was a moment of silence for a few minutes. Mr. Ma snorted and sat down again. "The teacher made a mistake at that time. The mobile phone was yours." "Fine." I took a step back, turned on the video recording on my phone, and pointed it at Mr. Ma. "Please face the camera and repeat after me: The homeroom teacher of Class 5, Grade 1, falsely accused student Xue Fan of stealing and beat Xue Fan. I hereby apologize to Xue Fan. I am a shameless person and unworthy of being a teacher. I beg Xue Fan to forgive me!" I was focused on the phone screen and didn't expect Mr. Ma to rush over in one stride and punch the back of my hand. "Don't push your luck!" The phone screen fell to the ground and shattered instantly. Ignoring the pain in the back of my hand, I stared blankly at the broken phone. Other teachers came over and stood in front of me. "Hey, that's too much, Mr. Ma!" "This is the top student in the grade. How could you hit her?" Mr. Ma's face turned red and his neck thickened with anger. He roared, "Didn't you hear what she said? If she really气死我 (makes me so angry that I die), can she afford to compensate for it?" I squatted down and picked up the fragments of the screen one by one, holding them in my hands. I said, "When you framed me in front of all the classmates, you should apologize to me in front of all the classmates." But the teachers were busy soothing Mr. Ma. Only a gentle female teacher said to me, "Just leave quickly," and helped me out of the office. When I walked out the door, I turned back and shouted, "You will definitely regret this!" Qu Yi was right outside the office, with tears shining in her eyes. "Don't pick it up with your hands. Hurry up, I have a handkerchief here." Qu Yi used the handkerchief to wrap up the broken glass for me. Tears streamed down her face, and she was probably scared. I asked her, "Did you record everything just now?" Qu Yi's eyes were filled with tears, but there was also disgust in her eyes. "Of course. I started recording as soon as you entered the office."
