I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Chapter 132 Does he deserve respect?

“Shen Qingqing, Mu Jing always gets full marks in English, so the teacher specially approved that he doesn’t have to listen in class,” Feng He explained from the side.

Shen Qingqing glanced at the people around her, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I'm hungry."

Zhu Tong looked embarrassed. "Get out of here!"

The other students looked like they'd seen a ghost, and Shen Qingqing, who was usually quiet, didn't dare say a word in class.

He was always too ashamed to look up when facing his English teacher.

What's wrong with me today?

Xu Wei nudged Lin Sisi and raised an eyebrow.

Lin Sisi: ......

"Oh."

Shen Qingqing's expression remained calm, showing no remorse for her mistake.

Her three years of high school life have long been a blur in her memory.

Sleeping in class is because I'm sleepy, it doesn't mean I'm disrespectful, but teachers still love to make definitions as always.

What time is it now?

[5:50, Host, what's wrong?]

School's almost over.

Leaning against the wall, Shen Qingqing stared aimlessly. In the system space, Xiao Lan inexplicably sensed a kind of sadness.

Could it be that there's something sad about the host at school?

The host doesn't seem like someone who wants to be upset about studying.

This person's expression suggests a "it's either you or me" attitude.

[Host, there's something...]

Food.

【okay! 】

Xiao Lan, ever observant, tossed out two candied hawthorns.

[Hehe, host, whet your appetite.]

【. 】

Speak quickly if you have something to say.

She picked up the candied hawthorn and started eating, completely unaware that someone was next to her.

[Host, actually... you are... you are...]

Information about the original character's personality on the screen: mental illness.

There's no need to tell the host this; the host already has some mental issues, and telling them would only make things worse.

It glanced at Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing tilted her head in confusion.

The original owner of this body was a child no one loved. She was unloved from a young age, and when she graduated from junior high school, her parents wanted to marry her off.

[The original owner ran away from home and earned money on her own to attend high school. Even so, her parents would frequently come knocking on her door demanding money.]

[They said it was to save money for her younger brother's wedding.]

Shen Qingqing lowered her head and didn't speak. Her eyes were half-closed, and she curled her lips into a smile.

[Therefore, host, this system believes it will definitely be useful in saving the female supporting character.]

"Shen Qingqing!"

A shrill sound was heard.

Shen Qingqing suddenly turned her head.

"Come here!"

"Don't you know that eating is not allowed at school?!"

"You sleep in my class, and you even eat in my class, delaying so many students' learning. Do you even realize that?"

She was pulled onto the podium, and the students stared at her with amused expressions.

"Brother Mu, are you awake?"

Xu Wei turned his head and shouted. As Mu Jing's childhood friend, he knew his friend's temper well. It was obvious that he had been woken up.

Mu Jing ignored him.

All of this is just Xu Wei's opinion; how Mu Jing actually views him is unknown.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry about being woken up. Mu Jing irritably rubbed his hair and looked at the short-haired girl on the podium.

Shen Qingqing was holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand. Don't ask about the other string; it was something she was frantically sucked up when the teacher pulled her into the classroom.

After all, her stomach was empty, and she was afraid she would faint at any moment.

"If each student spends two minutes, then over sixty students would spend more than one hundred and twenty minutes, which is two hours. Can you afford to compensate for that?"

Zhu Tong was giving a passionate lecture on the podium.

"How did your parents raise you? Do you think you come to school just to eat? Don't you have any respect for people?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Shen Qingqing with a haughty expression. When he saw Shen Qingqing's worn-out shoes, he took a few steps back and rolled his eyes.

"Teacher, Shen Qingqing might be a little hungry, please don't be angry."

Lin Sisi said.

"That's great, Sisi dares to stand up to the teacher."

Lin Sisi sighed. She's the class monitor; if she doesn't care, who will?

The other students didn't seem to care at all; they were hoping to have less English class and that get out of class would end soon, so Shen Qingqing could help us extend the class a little longer.

Shen Qingqing was in high spirits. She picked up the candied hawthorn and took another bite, taking several bites in front of her classmates.

"First, the school has a canteen, which rule says eating there is not allowed?"

She spoke indifferently, not even glancing at Zhu Dan.

"Hmph! It's written in black and white!"

She knocked on the rules on the door, her hand holding the ruler so hard that it tore the paper.

Shen Qingqing turned her head and glanced at it a few times, then said, "Oh."

She didn't see it and took a few more bites of the candied hawthorn in front of the teacher.

"Secondly, I told the teacher I was hungry, so I was sleepy."

"Me!" Shen Qingqing said before Zhu Dan could reply.

"Third, it's not that I'm delaying the students' class, it's that you, teacher, insist on dragging me along to show off your power as a teacher."

"Fourth, I did not disrespect you. I was eating outside, but you insisted on dragging me in."

"Shen Qingqing! Do you even respect your teacher?!"

Shen Qingqing took another bite of the candied hawthorn.

"Finally, I spoke at a normal pace and volume throughout, and I did not speak loudly."

Finally, after finishing the last hawthorn, Shen Qingqing obediently threw the skewer into the trash can.

"You're disrespecting your teacher and talking back to her! Class monitor, call your homeroom teacher over here."

"Teacher, I didn't respect you, but you insist on interpreting my behavior as disrespect. How superior do you feel as a teacher? I admit that eating and talking to you was disrespectful."

She wiped her mouth. "But, do you deserve my respect?"

"Class monitor! Class monitor! Call your homeroom teacher over here!"

Zhu Dan glared fiercely at Shen Qingqing, clenched her fist, picked up a piece of chalk, and threw it at her.

[Lazybones, pain level reduced.]

【what? 】

Before Xiao Lan could react, Shen Qingqing suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It’s great to be young…

Mu Jing glanced up, then lay back down to continue sleeping.

He's not usually this free, so free that he stares at someone for several minutes.

"This Shen Qingqing is quite interesting, don't you think, Brother Mu?" Xu Wei turned his head and saw that Mu Jing was asleep.

Well, so none of you gossip? That makes high school so boring!

Feng He: [Jia-jie, it might not be possible today. Shen Qingqing fainted, and it might be...]

Song Jia: [Hehe, isn't that the infirmary? You don't mean you want to play with us today, do you?]

His typing paused. "No...no, I was just asking Jia-jie."

Song Jia: [Be a good girl and you'll get your share of the rewards.]

Snap——

She turned off her phone. If Song Jia's father hadn't been the principal, she wouldn't have ended up like this. One day, she would pay him back.

Song Jia, you just wait.

However, Feng He glanced at the boy by the window out of the corner of her eye.

Mu Jing, the only son of the Mu Group, if she could establish this connection, not to mention Song Jia, everyone at school would obey her.

When I opened my phone again, a few lines of text appeared on the screen: Mu Jing likes gentle and kind girls.

Gentle and kind...

As for how this news got out, it all came down to Xu Wei, that big mouth.

But he couldn't guarantee whether the news was true or false.