“Surveillance??”

Wen Zifei, in the midst of dramatically accusing someone, froze on the spot. “What’s surveillance?”

“Oh, it’s just a little machine that records everything you do,” Chu Qi said calmly, which only made Wen Zifei even more panicked.

He nervously glanced at the camera perched high up, briefly entertaining the idea of destroying it.

But… it was too high.

Even four of him stacked together wouldn’t be enough to reach it. Destroying it was impossible.

Wen Zifei, immediately grew anxious and began nervously biting his fingers.

Ms. Su had dealt with many children—smart ones, slower ones, mature ones—she had seen them all. Wen Zifei was no exception.

Moreover, Wen Zifei came from an influential family. His father is one of the richest men in the country, always giving Wen Zifei whatever he wanted, which had made him increasingly spoiled. Even teachers were sometimes hesitant to discipline him.

But…

Ms. Su looked at the innocent, wide-eyed little Yuanyuan. How could such a pure child be falsely accused?

Even if Yuanyuan weren’t the daughter of Yu Jinxiao, Ms. Su would still have to see justice done for this sweet little girl.

Wen Zifei saw Ms. Su stand up and was about to tell her to drop it, but then she pulled out her phone and, in front of everyone, accessed the cafeteria’s surveillance footage.

With all eyes on her, she played the recording.

The video clearly showed Wen Zifei deliberately sticking out his leg as Yu Yuanyuan turned around with her tray. There was no way anyone could believe it wasn’t on purpose.

“I was just stretching my leg! I didn’t mean to trip her!” Wen Zifei quickly tried to make excuses.

Gu Beiyan scoffed. “Yeah, sure. If there weren’t any footage, you’d probably blame Yuanyuan and say it was the food’s fault for jumping onto your head.”

“This has nothing to do with you, so shut up!” Wen Zifei, realizing he was exposed, lashed out to cover his embarrassment.

“I won’t.” Gu Beiyan leaned in even closer, deliberately opening his mouth wide to annoy Wen Zifei.

Wen Zifei, losing his temper, tried to grab Gu Beiyan’s tongue with his fingers, only to have Gu Beiyan bite down on his hand. Wen Zifei howled in pain, tears streaming down his face.

The other kids abandoned their lunches to gather around and watch the drama unfold. Ms. Su felt a headache coming on as the noise around her grew louder.

“Alright, alright, enough!” Ms. Su sternly raised her voice, separating Gu Beiyan and Wen Zifei. “Wen Zifei, what you did was wrong. Whether it was intentional or not, it was your foot that caused the soup to spill, and you almost made Yuanyuan fall. You need to apologize to her.”

She turned to Gu Beiyan, “And you, Gu Beiyan, you bit Wen Zifei’s hand. You also need to apologize.”

The atmosphere grew tense, forming a strange triangle of awkwardness—Gu Beiyan glared at Wen Zifei, Wen Zifei glanced at Yu Yuanyuan, and Yu Yuanyuan stared blankly at Gu Beiyan, unsure of where to look.

“Fine. I’m sorry,” Gu Beiyan muttered reluctantly, crossing his arms.

Knowing he was at a disadvantage, Wen Zifei didn’t want to drag it out any longer. He glanced at Yuanyuan and mumbled so quietly it was almost inaudible, “Sorry.”

Yu Yuanyuan, the last point in the triangle, froze, looking from one boy to the other, seemingly searching for some sort of pattern. Then, in a sudden burst of determination, she turned to Gu Beiyan and said earnestly, “I’m sorry.”

Gu Beiyan blinked in confusion. “Why are you apologizing to me??”

What had just happened that he wasn’t aware of?!

“I don’t know,” Yu Yuanyuan said, shaking her little head, looking adorably clueless. “You all said ‘Sorry,’ so Yuanyuan just followed along… that way it makes a triangle!”

Gu Beiyan, having received an unexpected apology: “?”

Who am I, where am I, and what am I even doing here?