idn't see it, the surrounding students did. They had clearly seen how Wang Zheng started from dribbling and ended with a block!"The game is decided," one student shook his head, expressing great regre...Chapter 193: Corporal Punishment!

"Yes," Wang Zheng nodded seriously.

"Why"

"This Hope Primary School was funded by me."

Wang Zheng's words were like a重磅炸彈, making Song Ziyè admire the man she had entrusted even more.

A capable and idealistic young man with heart, who wouldn't be touched Those already touched would be even more so.

The campus was impressive with its two five-story teaching buildings. The primary school students were currently in class, and the sound of them reading aloud could occasionally be heard from within.

"This Hope Primary School can solve the problem of difficult schooling for a thousand children of migrant workers," Wang Zheng stood outside the school gate, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Of course, compared to the whole of China, it's like pouring water on a fire. But as much as I am able to do, I will."

Song Ziyè’s gaze was equally bright: "How many more schools like this have you built"

"There is another one in the north of Nanshang, currently under construction," Wang Zheng tilted his chin slightly and squinted at the teaching building as he said: "From design drawings to approval and completion, it only took half a year. In China, this can be considered a fast pace."

Song Ziyè held Wang Zheng's hand tightly, her gaze burning into him; in her eyes, the image of the man she loved had grown even more impressive: "You are showing me another side of you, one that others cannot see."

"To be able to see this side of you makes me feel very fortunate."

Song Ziyè's voice was soft and her gaze equally tender, so much so that Wang Zheng wanted to immerse himself in it and never come out.

"Actually, one person’s strength is really limited. I am only doing what I can. Seeing my past self reflected in these children makes me want to help them."

Song Ziyè smiled affectionately and said: "Let's go inside then."

“Alright, I haven't visited since the school started,” Wang Zheng said: “I only funded its construction. After that, I left all matters concerning teacher recruitment to the local education bureau. Of course, they don’t know my name; only the vice-mayor in charge of education here knows me.”

"Why didn't you leave your name If it were called Wang Zheng Hope Primary School, those children might thank you when they grow up."

“You know I don’t care about that,” Wang Zheng smiled and greeted the security guard before leading Song Ziyè into the school.

The new coal-tar跑道, modern teaching buildings, and the sound of students reading aloud created an atmosphere full of optimism. Being there made Wang Zheng feel several years younger.

Walking down the corridor next to classrooms, looking at the children sitting inside, a warm feeling welled up in Song Ziyè’s heart.

"Yicheng's education system really is efficient," Song Ziyè praised. "From teacher recruitment to school opening, it probably didn't take long."

"The vice mayor in charge of education is an old acquaintance of mine, so I naturally had to be polite." Wang Zheng was also quite satisfied with the operations of this Hope Primary School.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly rang out.

"Such an easy application problem! Those who didn't get it right, stand up!" An middle-aged woman stood on the podium and pounded it heavily with a bamboo stick in her hand.

The students scrambled to their feet. In a class of fifty, over twenty stood up at once.

Most of the students who attended this school were children from migrant workers' families, wearing second-hand clothes passed down by their older siblings. Their skin wasn't as fair and tender as those in big cities; they looked weathered despite being so young.

There was no way around it—children from poor families had to grow up fast, and the harsh realities of life hit them early on, making these children more mature than their peers. For them, going to school was a luxury and also something joyful.

If it was meant to be joyful, there shouldn't be any reason for it to turn into something sorrowful.

"If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll never learn your mistakes!" The middle-aged female teacher, who had a slightly plump figure and stood with her hands on her hips, said sternly: "Such an easy question, yet you keep making mistakes. It lowers the class average score. When will you make me worry less"

The female teacher walked down from the podium and grabbed a boy's ear, pulling it hard and twisting it viciously. The boy’s body was tugged to one side, his face contorted in pain as his ears turned red.

Song Ziyè drew in a sharp breath at the sight.

The middle-aged female teacher went around twisting every student's ear—twenty or so elementary school students had their ears twisted. Some timid girls were scared to tears, with red ears, while some boys wanted to rub their sore ears but were sternly stopped by the teacher.

"No rubbing of ears! I want you to remember your lesson well! The knowledge taught in class didn’t go in your ears Are they there just for drinking porridge"

The students dared not breathe loudly. However, Wang Zheng clearly saw a hint of anger in the eyes of several boys.

"Does this kind of teacher qualify as someone who sets an example" Song Ziyè was indignant and said: "I want to go in and stop her."

“Let’s wait and see,” Wang Zheng's voice was somewhat low. “These teachers were probably dispatched here with deep prejudice against the children of migrant workers, feeling no empathy if they’re not their own kids.”

The middle-aged female teacher walked to the back row and noticed a boy with his right hand resting on his cheek, but his eyes were closed, obviously sleeping in class.

Enraged, she picked up her bamboo stick and beat him fiercely!

"I’ll teach you to sleep during class! I’ll wake you up!"

The female teacher struck without mercy. The young boy was woken up but didn’t dare dodge; he only held his head with both hands, gritting his teeth and enduring it.

Because he knew that dodging might result in even worse consequences.

"Want to sleep I’ll give you a good sleep!" The female teacher struck him over ten times. When she seemed tired, she suddenly slammed the table: "Wu Xiaqiang, stand up for me!"

"Shall we not go in and stop her That's a primary school student, can she just keep hitting like this Doesn't it hurt" Song Ziyè couldn't hold back anymore.

"Wait a moment more. This child must have reasons for falling asleep during class," Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and stopped Song Ziyè from going in.

The boy called Wu Xiaqiang didn't say anything, stood up silently with his head lowered.

"Take off your coat and go out! If you want to sleep, then freeze outside now! See if you can still fall asleep!"

A hint of pleading flashed in Wu Xiaqiang’s eyes, but seeing the teacher's disgusted look, he took off his cotton jacket and turned around to leave.

Outside was almost freezing at zero degrees Celsius. Wu Xiaqiang wearing just a thin sweater shivered instantly upon stepping out.

"Stand against that wall corner!" The female teacher whipped her cane again, yelling.

The cold wind outside blew through Wu Xiaqiang immediately, making his entire body tremble from the cold.

But there was no sign of pity in the female teacher’s eyes. She struck Wu Xiaqiang's hand once more with the cane, leaving a red mark.

"Freeze for an entire class period, see if you still feel like sleeping! The son of migrant workers has no hope!" After saying this, she turned and re-entered the classroom, slamming the door shut heavily.

Upon hearing this sentence, Wang Zheng clearly saw a cold look in Wu Xiaqiang’s eyes. Wang Zheng's own gaze also turned extremely cold.

Song Ziyè hurried over, wanting to take off his new down jacket and give it to Wu Xiaqiang.

But Wu Xiaqiang shook his head, declining Song Ziyè’s kindness.

"Tell me why you were sleeping in class," Wang Zheng walked over, slightly bent down, speaking in a gentle voice with warm eyes.

Frozen to the point of having runny nose, Wu Xiaqiang stubbornly glanced at Wang Zheng before turning his head to look at the teacher. Seeing that she wasn’t paying attention here, he spoke softly: "I was too sleepy."

"Did you not sleep well last night" Wang Zheng continued to ask.

Song Ziyè was a bit anxious and wanted to put clothes on this little boy but was stopped by Wang Zheng with a look.

Wu Xiaqiang said: "I did sleep properly."

"Then why are you still sleepy during the day"

"Because I wake up too early in the morning."

"Why do you get up so early"

"It's cold outside and the roads are icy. My mom got hurt, so I went to deliver milk for her in the morning."

"What time did you get up How many households did you deliver milk to"

"I got up at three o'clock and delivered to one hundred thirty-seven households." Wu Xiaoqiang spoke calmly.

"How old are you this year" Wang Zheng's gaze was very warm.

"Eleven years old."

"Come on, put this on and come back to the classroom with me." Wang Zheng took off his own coat and put it over Wu Xiaoqiang's patched sweater.

Upon hearing these words, a flicker of hesitation passed across Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes.

"Don't worry, follow me back."

Wang Zheng patted Wu Xiaoqiang on the shoulder and said, "Go back and have proper classes."

Song Ziyè, who was standing by his side, had tears welling up in her eyes. She had never seen an eleven-year-old boy shouldering family responsibilities before. In the capital city, there were many second-generation rich kids past thirty years old who still did nothing and comfortably lived off their parents' wealth without a care.

In comparison, boys like Wu Xiaoqiang seemed more manly.

"But the teacher hasn't let me go back yet." Wu Xiaoqiang sniffed his nose. In just a few minutes, he was already freezing cold all over, but thankfully, Wang Zheng's thick coat brought him some warmth.

"What an excellent kid," said Wang Zheng with a smile. "Come on, follow me in."

Wu Xiaoqiang hesitated before finally nodding and turning around silently.

The classroom door was opened. The female teacher saw Wu Xiaoqiang appear at the doorway and immediately yelled angrily, "Who let you come back Get out!"

Wu Xiaoqiang looked at his teacher without responding; he appeared very composed because there was another warm, strong hand on his shoulder.

Wang Zheng appeared behind Wu Xiaoqiang and said with a smile, "I'm Xiaqiang's elder brother. Hello, Teacher."

The female teacher seemed somewhat doubtful as she sized up Wang Zheng and Song Ziyè. She didn't believe that this man and the exceptionally beautiful woman beside him could possibly be related to Wu Xiaoqiang, the son of a migrant worker.

"You're his brother"

Wang Zheng said, "Yes, Teacher. Can you let my younger brother come back for class first"

Note: Regarding the issue of corporal punishment in schools, I wanted to write about it when the incident at the kindergarten in Wenzhou was exposed, but I delayed until now. Back then, I felt very indignant indeed. As for this particular case involving pinching ears, it's something that Lü Yanye experienced frequently during junior high school. At that time, she was too honest and would stand up every time she made a mistake, so she still remembers the sound of her ear being twisted.spectfully replied, "Instructor, based on my analysis, it’s likely that one or two people did this. It’s absolutely impossible for a large group of troops to be involved. The injured soldiers said the...