Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 50 - 047 Lost 00 Yuan (Second Update)

Chapter 50 -047 Lost 5000 Yuan (Second Update)

Chapter 50 -047 Lost 5000 Yuan (Second Update)

Teacher Fang was the head of the art department, and every year, Experimental Middle School would graduate a number of art students, most of whom were cultivated by Teacher Fang. Therefore, her words carried significant weight in the school.

However, it also depended on what they were compared to.

For instance, if one had even better academic performance…

“Teacher Fang, Song Jiawen’s academic performance is the best in her grade, and besides, she isn’t an art student. Her participation in this competition was at your strong request, not a personal need. So all in all, this incident doesn’t really result in any loss or impact for Song Jiawen,” the vice-principal said adeptly. He did not start by pleading for Deng Tao; instead, he began with Song Jiawen’s personal situation, aiming to have the principal on his side.

As long as the top student in the grade suffered no losses, why insist on making a big deal and expelling someone who ranked within the top twenty?

The principal was already conflicetd, and the vice-principal’s words precisely struck a chord with him, making him immediately want to nod in agreement.

However, just as he was about to nod, he heard Teacher Fang sneer, “Does Deng Tao stealing and destroying paintings have a direct connection to whether Song Jiawen suffers any losses? Just because Jiawen hasn’t suffered any losses, does that mean Deng Tao’s action in stealing the paintings is justified? By your logic, if a murderer doesn’t kill someone in one attempt, they can’t be sentenced?”

Principal & Vice-Principal: ….

The principal lowered his chin that he had lifted, still wanting to nod because Teacher Fang was right.

But the vice-principal was not one to give up easily. After many years entrenched in the school’s leadership, he had never failed to protect a student he wanted to.

He restrained the smile on his face and looked at Teacher Fang calmly, “Teacher Fang, the students have only three months left until the college entrance exam. Are you sure you want to take this so seriously and destroy a student’s bright future?”

Teacher Fang narrowed her eyes while Director Zhai frowned. Not wanting Teacher Fang, who was wholeheartedly looking out for Song Jiawen, to be targeted by the vice-principal, Director Zhai spoke before her, “Vice-principal, isn’t Deng Tao herself to blame for ruining her own future?”

“Director Zhai…”

“Teacher Fang is just speaking to the facts. Deng Tao stole the paintings all the way to her doorstep. As a teacher, should she just suffer in silence and not speak out? Is speaking out being too serious?”

The vice-principal wore a cold expression. Under normal circumstances, he got along quite well with Director Zhai, so when he walked into the principal’s office today and saw him there, he had initially breathed a sigh of relief. But to his surprise, Director Zhai ended up staunchly defending Teacher Fang.

No, it wasn’t just defending Teacher Fang, it was defending Song Jiawen.

The vice-principal took a deep breath and continued from another angle, “Director Zhai, Teacher Fang, isn’t the first-place prize money for the art competition five thousand yuan? How about this: Deng Tao’s family pays Song Jiawen ten thousand yuan as personal compensation, in addition to Deng Tao’s personal apology. Would that be a sincere enough gesture?”

Even if Song Jiawen were to participate in the competition, it wasn’t certain she would win first place. Hence, in the vice-principal’s view, ten thousand yuan should be sufficient.

However, at these words, Teacher Fang couldn’t help but laugh angrily, “Vice Principal, are you suggesting a private settlement?”

She had yet to inform Song Jiawen that her painting was gone; thus, Jiawen was completely unaware of the situation.

The five thousand yuan prize money was incidental; the key was the medal and the reputation of First Middle School. Could these be measured with money?

Yet these words Teacher Fang could not say aloud. After all, Song Jiawen had no experience in competition; Teacher Fang could claim her innate talent was brilliant, that her paintings would cause a sensation… But who would believe that?

They were all a bunch of fools without a shred of artistic sensibility, understanding nothing!

“Teacher Fang, why don’t you head back first?”

Director Zhai spoke up to stop Teacher Fang from continuing to argue with the vice principal. On one hand, he didn’t want her to be suppressed in the future, and on the other, he had some thoughts about the ten thousand yuan in compensation that the vice principal proposed.

He wasn’t very detailed about the specifics of Song Jiawen’s family circumstances, but he knew her living expenses seemed to be subsidized by her uncle.

The poverty of rural kids is sometimes incomprehensible to city people. What is pride worth? Compared to college tuition, it’s nothing.

Seeing Director Zhai giving her a sign with his eyes, and thinking that he always protected Song Jiawen, Teacher Fang felt reassured. She left with the half-destroyed drawing in hand.

It wasn’t until Teacher Fang had gone that the vice principal breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could fully relax, he saw the principal looking at him meaningfully, “Teacher Fang said that expelling Deng Tao was not about her venting for herself and student Song Jiawen, it really is what the school rules and disciplines require. No matter this student’s grades, if she violated the school rules and crossed the line of school discipline, expulsion is deserved. I initially opposed because I hadn’t thought it through, but Lao Li, what exactly do you mean by coming here with ten thousand yuan in compensation?”

This was about being approached by a parent, coming to defuse the crisis.

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Although the principal usually didn’t bother with such minor issues, the vice principal hadn’t intended to hide it from him, straightforwardly saying that he and Deng Tao’s father were classmates, and the latter had approached him, wanting to minimize the issue.

“Principal, if Deng Tao was a student with average grades, who couldn’t get into university, I wouldn’t be making this request. But isn’t her performance okay? Even if she doesn’t go down the art route, with her academic scores, a good university is no problem. Yes, the mistake she made this time isn’t small, but how is it possible for young people not to take wrong turns? If they do, we should be thinking of ways to correct them, not knock them down in one blow…”

The vice principal rambled on, making his case, while Director Zhai sat beside, lost in thought.

After a while, he stood up and said to the two heads, “I’ll go find Song Jiawen and ask her what she really thinks.”

The principal nodded, “Yes, we need to seek her opinion. You talk to her nicely, we will definitely do our best to meet any demands.”

At the end of April, there would be the city’s second mock exam, and by now they held great hopes for Song Jiawen.

In just a month, she had far surpassed Zhu Zhen, and the difference between her and Experimental Middle School’s top scorer was only ten points.

Because Song Jiawen’s results were there for all to see, even the vice principal, who was on Deng Tao’s side, had nothing to say, so he could only echo the principal, “Right, right, right, whatever her demands, just say them. Deng Tao’s dad said, if ten thousand is not enough, he can add more.”

Director Zhai was almost at the door when he heard this; he turned around and scoffed, “If you really meant it, you’d put up a hundred thousand directly. Can you make that decision?” Adding more, whom are you insulting?

The vice principal also realized that his comment was inappropriate and said with a forced laugh, “Director Zhai, look at you, I was just saying it offhand, why are you taking it so seriously?”

With a scoff, Director Zhai turned and left.

Song Jiawen was called to the office by Director Zhai; learning that she hadn’t succeeded in participating in the provincial city’s painting competition, her first reaction was—what a pity, there go five thousand yuan!

Then, upon hearing that it was Deng Tao who had stolen and destroyed her painting, Song Jiawen wasn’t the least bit surprised.

When she saw this person in the office last time, she had sensed her hostility, although she didn’t quite understand where it came from, she wasn’t in the habit of probing too deeply into it.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d been disliked for no reason. To her, Deng Tao truly didn’t matter.