Chapter 640 - 317: Principal: Feed Me Purple Eggs, Feed Me Purple Eggs! (8k Word - )

"Whose is this?"

"These are my dad’s, and these are my mom’s."

"And this one... is my sister’s."

Yang Shu’s expression changed instantly. He quickly moved to Wang Zihao’s side and picked up a medal.

"No problem, this is indeed a medal, a third-class merit medal."

Upon hearing this, the principal’s tightly clenched hands quietly loosened, but his face remained extremely serious: "A hero’s medal? It’s even a third-class merit medal!"

Without any hesitation, he turned around and scolded Guo Yi harshly:

"Guo Yi, how are you acting as a homeroom teacher, not knowing about the hero’s offspring?"

"Go back and write a report for me immediately!"

Although the principal’s words were harsh, it was clear to everyone that this was his way of protecting Guo Yi.

Of course, the principal’s words were in defense of Guo Yi, not only because Guo Yi was affiliated with him at the school.

The main reason was that medal.

A third-class merit medal is indeed rare, but relatively common, something achievable with effort.

As the principal of a prestigious school, he had this kind of face and dignity.

The principal looked serious, contemplating how to win over Guo Yi’s loyalty.

But the next moment.

"Second-class merit?!"

"Four third-class merits, and five second-class merits!"

What!

Second-class merit?

And five of them!

The principal’s face turned livid.

What the heck am I collecting!

The viewers in the livestream were equally shocked, their mouths agape.

"If a third-class merit is something you can achieve with your hands, a second-class merit is exchanged with your life. It’s only given for significant achievements."

"There’s a saying, you earn a third-class merit standing, a second-class merit lying down, and a first-class merit when you’re dead. So many second-class merits, respect!"

"Oh my gosh, this isn’t just a few plaques that surfaced; it’s like the principal’s career prospects have also come out."

"Hahaha, look at that principal’s face. I bet he now wants to tear that homeroom teacher to shreds. No matter when or which school, this is deemed a teaching accident, tsk tsk."

"..."

Yang Shu took a deep breath, his voice becoming softer as he asked:

"Wang Zihao, could you tell me how these medals were obtained?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zihao’s arms dropped weakly, and his eyes filled with tears:

"These... these were given to me by my dad; he was a soldier..."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

At this moment, the heartbeats of both the principal and Guo Yi suddenly accelerated.

But they could do nothing, only looking at Wang Zihao with pleading eyes.

They now only hoped that Wang Zihao would say a few words and end this ordeal quickly.

But apparently, Wang Zihao was too overwhelmed with grief, still immersed in painful memories, covering his head and crying: "Today is my dad’s death anniversary, I really... I really miss him..."

Swish!

In an instant, everyone’s gaze pierced toward Guo Yi like sharp blades.

Guo Yi felt a wave of heat all over his body, with large beads of sweat continuously falling from his forehead.

His heart was filled with extreme fear, and deep regret was evident in his eyes.

The viewers in the livestream could see clearly and unhesitatingly exposed his hypocrisy.

"Look at his expression; doesn’t it resemble when we make mistakes, that pitiful yet somewhat sincere regret?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, as the saying goes, he doesn’t realize he’s wrong; he realizes he’s going to be in trouble. In his eyes, what could he have done wrong?"

"A teacher’s duty is to educate and nurture. For someone like him, regardless of teaching ability, his character is absolutely unworthy."

"Originally, I thought the biggest highlight this time would be the dining hall incident. I didn’t expect that to be just an appetizer; the real highlight is here, thrilling!"

"Seeing this, I’m curious, what wish did that kid make? It seems like the entire school from top to bottom is being swept away?"

"..."

Viewers saw Guo Yi’s various performances clearly, but Yang Shu did not.

Or rather, he simply wasn’t bothered to look, and didn’t want to.

What mattered to him most now was Wang Zihao.

If before the medals came out he could handle things however he wanted, the city would interpret it in the most correct way.

But these medals now made him feel like being roasted on a fire.

If handled poorly, his career could have a blemish.

Perhaps it wouldn’t seem like much, but when a promotion opportunity arises, his adversaries will show him what a single mistake can lead to!

Yang Shu now had one thought: to resolve this matter as perfectly as possible!

"May I ask how your father passed away?" Yang Shu asked carefully.

Perhaps sensing kindness, Wang Zihao could no longer hold back suppressed feelings. His mouth twitched involuntarily, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I... I don’t know either. I just heard he went to a very far and remote place. Since then, I have never seen him again. We could only video chat once a month..."

As he spoke, his tears flowed down like a breached dam, streaming down his cheeks as he sobbed in despair.

"Until three years ago today, some gentlemen brought his ashes back, and as they left, they gave me what my dad left for me..."

Wang Zihao took out an item from his arms, holding it up with trembling hands.

It was also a medal.

But this medal was larger and more beautiful than the others.

Under the glaring sunlight, it emanated a dazzling brilliance.

"First-class merit medal..."