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75: Chapter 75 is over, let’s go 75: Chapter 75 is over, let’s go The previously relaxed classroom atmosphere had turned unbearably tense.

In just a few minutes of verbal sparring, the image of a young and affable good teacher had crumbled in the eyes of the students.

In its place was a scumbag, a beast, a brute.

Many students, upon realizing this, reflexively pulled out their phones—switching to recording mode.

Nan Zhubin saw this and turned to the class, spreading his arms like a host, steering the topic back to the classroom:

“We just learned how to detect lies, and everyone witnessed its effectiveness—does anyone else want to ‘personally’ try it?”

In the crowd, Chen Ting clenched her fists.

She remembered what Nan Zhubin had told her before the class.

…

“Chen Ting, when confronting Wang An later, the final blow should be delivered by you.”

“Me?”

Chen Ting bit her lip, folding her arms, which was a very fearful display of body language.

“Yes, you.

Some words, no matter how sharply I say them, can’t compare to an offhand comment from you.

Although saying this might make you feel disgusted—you’re special to him.”

Chen Ting brushed away the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on her arm, taking a deep breath: “Mr.

Nan, tell me what to do.”

“During my previous spar with him, I noticed something interesting—at that time in the classroom, he was actually suppressing me and wanted to leave in the posture of a victor.”

“But just as he was about to leave, a single sentence from me almost pulled him back, driving him to a vulnerable anger.”

“At that moment, I said—he ‘hurt’ you.”

…

Chen Ting took a deep breath and raised her hand.

“Teacher, I’d like to try.”

Nan Zhubin agreed happily: “Alright.”

The scene was obviously no longer conducive to class, and conducting a lesson was absolutely out of the question.

However, Chen Ting and Nan Zhubin seemed to be performing, maintaining a bizarre sense of ceremonial ritual.

A strange “classroom atmosphere.”

Amid this ritualistic ambiance, Chen Ting stood up.

One could see a flicker of fear in her eyes, but as her body rose and her spine straightened, her initial fright was gradually replaced by determination.

She stared at the pale-faced Wang An, as if looking at a menacing yet cowardly devil.

Towards him, Chen Ting brandished the final blow.

“Teacher Wang, Wang An.” Chen Ting first used an honorific, then called him directly by name.

She took a deep breath: “When my parents invited you to tutor me to prepare for independent enrollment, I respected you greatly.”

“But later, you touched me during class, hugged me, tried to kiss me.

When you committed these…” Chen Ting mouthed the words, “‘molestations,’ was it premeditated?”

Nan Zhubin’s gaze relaxed.

She said it, she faced him, she challenged him.

…

Wang An let out a wail like a dying old lone wolf.

He first looked at Chen Ting in confusion, as if his brain did not have the capacity to process the questions Chen Ting raised.

Then he seemed to finally react, his entire body tensed up, his eyes hardened like two pillars, his throat bobbing violently as if he were about to swallow his tongue.

“You, what are you talking about, Tingting…

No, Chen Ting, I didn’t.”

He seemed to realize his end was near, desperately waving his claws to fend off something, seeking a way out.

But at this moment, anyone could see his true colors.

“Hmm, you’re lying, as obvious as can be.” Chen Ting said flatly, as if continuing the lie-detection class.

“Mr.

Nan, isn’t that right?”

Nan Zhubin cooperatively nodded: “Indeed, a very clear sign of lying.”

Chen Ting took a deep breath and continued: “After that incident’s ‘harm,’ you kept coming to my house, using my parents to continue controlling me, and tried to threaten me at school through school rules, hoping that I would eventually ‘yield’ under this ‘oppression’?”

“But now I want to tell you, I’m not afraid of you—in fact, I even pity you.”

Chen Ting’s gaze suddenly took on a condescending air: “Is this situation something you anticipated?”

Wang An’s gaze grew even more rigid.

His thoughts were entirely led by Chen Ting’s words, suddenly chewing over the content of Chen Ting’s statements.

Suddenly, he burst out hysterically:

“Harm?

Threaten?

Yield?”

“How can you say that about me?

It was… care, it was… protection!

If not for me, how could you be at Jiang University, studying law?”

“It was the same for me back then, she helped me the same way, which is why I was able to publish papers and secure a teaching position!

If you just behave, you could do the same, publish articles during undergrad, and then secure a Master’s and Ph.D!”

“She’s left me now, and I’ve given all my love to you, and you think that’s harm?

You…”

He stopped, panting.

Chen Ting’s fists had long been clenched, her slender nails digging into her palms for courage to face Wang An.

But now, looking at the hysterical Wang An, Chen Ting suddenly felt there was nothing left to fear, a post-traumatic joy accompanied by a newfound feeling of lightness began emanating from within her.

Chen Ting, teeth clenched, said: “Hmm, now you’re being truthful, you really believe that.”

“Isn’t that right, Mr.

Nan?”

Nan Zhubin looked at him like trash: “Yes, he’s speaking the truth.”

Wang An seemed to sober up as if shocked awake.

He looked around, only then realizing what he just said and did.

Opposite, the students were already dumbfounded.

What initially seemed like a mere “lie detection” had been transformed by Wang An’s own words into something that struck each student’s heart like a heavy hammer.

Each gaze turned into a sharp judgment, each one making Wang An yearn to collapse on the spot.

Not to mention, among the stunned students, there stood several who had raised their phones to record it all.

“Don’t record…” Wang An rasped, as if pleading, “Stop recording…”

He wobbled forward, but his legs, at some unknown point, had turned to jelly, entangling and tripping him.

With a thud, the utterly exhausted Wang An collapsed and fainted on the floor.

…

Nan Zhubin no longer paid any attention to Wang An.

He looked at Chen Ting, his gaze full of appreciation.

She did it, she spoke the words, she defeated him.

Ding-a-ling-ling—

Just then, the bell rang for the end of the class.

It was the bell ending the second period.

Outside the door, there were whispers and shadows of other students, the more active ones in attending class.

Nan Zhubin didn’t know which college or major’s students were using the classroom next period, but they seemed very interested in what had occurred inside the classroom.

“Class is over, it’s done.” Nan Zhubin said to Chen Ting, “Let’s go.”

Chen Ting nodded: “Let’s go.”

She pulled back her chair and strode out of the classroom.

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