My niece was slandered by a male classmate at school. However, my sister-in-law insisted on using an encouraging educational approach to resolve the issue, turning enemies into friends. She greatly praised the boy: “Auntie wants to thank you for looking after our Lily at school. I heard that whenever she’s bullied, you stand up for her. You’re such a little gentleman.” Later, the boy’s behavior escalated. My niece was dragged to a grove after school, humiliated by multiple people, and ultimately chose to end her life by jumping into a river. When I tried to seek justice for my niece, I was pushed into traffic by my sister-in-law and the boy, crushed to death by a truck. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my niece asked me for help. The phone rang abruptly, startling me awake. It was my niece calling. I was in the United States at the time. Looking at the clock on my phone, it was daytime here, but late night for my niece back home. My hands trembled as I answered the call. Hearing the familiar voice on the other end, I suddenly snapped back to reality. “Aunt Evelyn, I haven’t done anything wrong, but there are boys in my class who keep bullying me,” my niece said in a hurt tone that made my heart ache. “They’ve given me a nasty nickname. They call me ‘cow’ and say my chest is so big because lots of men have touched it. They even offer to ‘introduce’ me to guys for free.” It was at that moment I realized I had truly been reborn. In my previous life, I had fainted at my niece’s funeral, staring at her black and white photo, her sweet voice calling me “Auntie” still echoing in my ears. After regaining my composure, I had decided to seek justice for my niece, only to be pushed into oncoming traffic by my sister-in-law and that boy, crushed to death by a truck. I never imagined I would return to this point. My niece continued crying: “I mentioned it to Mom once. She said it was because I dress too provocatively, that’s why the boys treat me that way.” “She even called me a slut who deliberately tries to attract attention.” Lily was an excellent student, top of her class. But she was going through puberty, with acne and some baby fat, which was perfectly normal for her age. However, the boys in her class had started vicious rumors about her body. I remembered how in my previous life, my sister-in-law Sophia had always looked at Lily with disdain. I often heard her degrading comments: “How did I end up with a daughter like you? You look nothing like me – fat and ugly, worse than a pig. What good is being a bookworm?” “Besides, it takes two to tango. If there wasn’t something wrong with you, why would those boys only pick on you and no one else?” Later, as Sophia did nothing to intervene, the rumors about Lily spread like wildfire. Even the teachers at school started to believe them. My brother worked away from home most of the year, absent from his daughter’s upbringing. Lily reached out to everyone for help, but no one believed her. I was the only one, far across the ocean, who encouraged her to fight back bravely, to report it to the authorities. I promised I would come back and stand up for her, to help her get justice. But before I could finish my studies and return, Lily developed depression from the constant pressure. She ended up jumping into a river to end her life. Before she died, she left me one final message: “Aunt Evelyn, life has been so exhausting. Mom and Dad don’t love me, they even hate me. If that’s the case, why did they bring me into this world?” “Aunt Evelyn, in my next life, I want to be reborn as a cat by your side. I want an owner who loves me, to feel the warmth of being held in someone’s arms…” I broke down in tears when I saw it, immediately booking the next available flight home. When I arrived, I learned that Sophia was pregnant. Not only was there no trace of sadness on her face over Lily’s death, she even seemed joyful. She didn’t even attend Lily’s funeral, saying the dead were inauspicious and would harm her precious son. She was about to happily welcome a new child, while my dear niece lay buried in the ground. Now, faced with my niece’s plea for help, I responded firmly: “Don’t cry, Lily. If they won’t look after you, I will!” “Don’t be afraid. I’m coming back right now to stand up for you.” This time, to prevent tragedy from repeating, I flew back early. Holding Lily’s hand, I went straight to confront Sophia. Sophia had always been a pampered wife. She married my brother right after college, controlling his salary and never experiencing the harshness of society. She dressed up extravagantly every day, while dressing Lily in rags. She didn’t even give Lily clean school uniforms – the poor girl had to wash them herself every weekend when she came home. Whenever Lily was home, Sophia acted like an absentee landlord. Not only did she make Lily do mountains of housework, but she also had Lily prepare her three meals a day. Usually, housework was done by a part-time maid. Sophia only cared about eating, drinking, and having fun, never lifting a finger. When she first married into the family, Sophia had said: “I came to your family to be treated like a princess, not to suffer. After all, I never did anything at home – my parents waited on me hand and foot.” I returned earlier than expected, catching Sophia off guard. “Why are you back so soon?” she asked in shock. My face was cold as ice. “If I didn’t come back now, my niece might be strangled to death at school while you sit by and do nothing. I’m afraid I wouldn’t even have a chance to claim her body.” In my previous life, when Lily became the target of vicious rumors, Sophia, who adored men, insisted on using an “encouraging” approach to resolve the issue. She wanted to turn enemies into friends through kindness. Not only did she personally buy gifts and bring them to the school, she even fawned over the boy spreading the rumors: “Auntie wants to thank you so much for looking after our Lily at school. I heard that whenever she’s bullied, you stand up for her. You’re such a little gentleman. At such a young age, you’re already so responsible. Any girl who marries you in the future will be very lucky.” Encouraged and validated, the boy became even more unrestrained. Later, as the rumors intensified, Lily was dragged to a grove after school, humiliated by multiple people. This became the final straw that broke her. I clenched my fists. “Sophia, Lily is being bullied at school. Have you ever stood up for her even once? You don’t care at all about what happens to her at school!” At this moment, Sophia pouted, her eyes brimming with tears. “If you put it that way, then I really have no way to explain myself.” “Lily dresses so provocatively at such a young age, deliberately trying to seduce men. No wonder people criticize her. I’m just trying to educate my own child – what do you know about it?” I nearly laughed in disbelief, eyeing her new dress. “Well Sophia, I see you’ve kept yourself in great shape. You’re even more alluring than those young girls.” “Walking down the street in such a short skirt, if some random guy lifted it up, I suppose that would just be a testament to your charms. You should be proud, right?” Sophia flushed with embarrassment and anger, stomping her foot: “Evelyn, what nonsense are you spouting? Your brother likes me dressed this way. Stop trying to drive a wedge between us!” “This is my freedom to dress how I want. If other people want to look, how can I control their eyes?” I snorted in disdain: “Oh, so you understand the concept of freedom of dress, Sophia? Tell me, how exactly is Lily dressed provocatively?” “And accusing Lily of seducing men – maybe you’re the one desperate for male attention. After all, my brother is away from home so often. It must be hard for you, lonely night after lonely night.” Sophia trembled with rage, pointing a shaking finger at me. “Don’t you dare slander me! I gracefully accept admiring glances as recognition of my beauty. Lily is far too young – she’s just a hormonal teenager in heat!” Throughout this exchange, I had kept a firm grip on Lily’s hand. She remained silent the whole time. I couldn’t be bothered arguing with Sophia’s hypocritical logic any further. I turned and took Lily shopping for new clothes. We got rid of the old uniforms that clung to her like a straitjacket, and contacted the school to order new ones custom-made. I even applied for a teaching position at her school. With my overseas qualifications, I easily got the job. This time, no one would dare bully my precious girl. Lily was in Class 3 of 7th grade. I specifically requested to teach Class 3, taking over as their English teacher and homeroom teacher. After all, in my previous life, when this incident occurred, not only did that teacher fail to criticize the boys, she even subtly mocked Lily. She was utterly unfit to be an educator. Most ironically, that kind of person was even awarded “Most Beautiful Teacher.” Though the school leadership felt it was inappropriate, they agreed in order to retain talent. On my first day, I immediately spotted the boy who had spread those vicious rumors. He had yellowed teeth and was chewing gum, his eyes carelessly scanning the skirts of the girls in the front row. From time to time, he would rub his chin, whispering and laughing with the boys next to him. I coldly glanced at the class roster. His name was Ryan Thompson. He had three older sisters and was the spoiled baby of the family, clearly a pampered brat with no discipline. Just as Lily sat down, he gave her shoulder strap a hard tug, grinning maliciously. “Hey cow! Which guy did you sleep with this weekend? How come your uniform got bigger? Looks like you’ve been well-nourished and filled out even more!” Lily flushed with shame and anger. But Ryan brazenly unhooked the back of her uniform. “Wonder when I’ll be lucky enough to service you and contribute to your development.” His voice was low, but full of provocation and mockery. The surrounding students heard and stifled their laughter. “Yeah, what’s the use of good grades when you’re such a slut?” Lily clutched her loosened uniform, furious and on the verge of tears. She was about to retort when she broke down crying instead. She had always been introverted and quiet. I knew she was no match for these despicable boys. So, just as I finished introducing myself, I strode down from the podium with a cold expression, heading straight for Ryan. In the next instant, I, a black belt in Taekwondo, grabbed Ryan’s hand and slammed it hard on the desk. He sucked in a sharp breath of pain. “Ow! Teacher, are you here to teach martial arts?” He stared at me in shock and fear. I smirked coldly. “Such a foul mouth. Did you rush out this morning and have breakfast in the toilet? Some people are naturally gifted academically. Did you think everyone has a brain full of garbage like yours? If those soft tissues in your head are useless, you might as well take them out and use them for hotpot – at least they won’t go to waste.” “And the rest of you, you think it’s hilarious, don’t you? How would you feel if someone publicly lifted your clothes or pants? Would you still be laughing then?” I swept my gaze over the stunned students, continuing loudly: “Using someone else’s reputation as a joke for your own amusement – are you students or the scum of society?” “By the way, spreading false rumors can be prosecuted as defamation. That’s the first lesson I’m teaching you today!” “Today you’re mocking and teasing Lily Moore. What if one day rumors are spread about you, and others look at you with colored glasses? Put yourself in her shoes – wouldn’t you feel hurt?” “It only doesn’t hurt because the knife isn’t stabbing your own body.” After all, they were just middle school students. Their skin was still thin, and several girls who had laughed earlier now hung their heads in shame. But Ryan rubbed his hand, still looking unconcerned. He even snorted disdainfully. “Fine, you win. I’ll remember this, Miss.” I knew a little tyrant like him wouldn’t give up so easily. But I was prepared to face anything. Most of the students were won over by their new teacher. They became attentive in class, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. That evening back in my dorm, I received a call from Ryan’s mother. Before I could speak, I heard yelling from the other end: “Miss Moore, you’re throwing your weight around as a new teacher, taking out your temper on my son! Using my son as a scapegoat to establish your authority – you must feel so smug.” I calmly responded, “Mrs. Thompson, your son was the ringleader in spreading vicious rumors about a female student. As an educator, I was simply setting things right.” The parent on the other end scoffed. “My son is the most obedient and sensible child. If that girl hadn’t done those filthy things, how could there be such rumors? You can’t favor students with good grades just because my son’s academic performance is average!” “If my son suffers any psychological trauma from this, can you take responsibility?” She continued smugly: “As a teacher, when faced with students like my son whose grades are average, you should use an encouraging approach. That’s the only way to bring out students’ potential.” I raised an eyebrow, not expecting someone to share Sophia’s mindset. How could I not fulfill your wishes? I smiled coldly as I spoke: “I understand what you mean. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll make you satisfied.” Seeing me back down, the tone on the other end became even more triumphant. “It’s good that you understand, Miss Moore. After all, you’re new to teaching and inexperienced. It’s normal. In the future, you should listen more to us parents’ opinions. It will help you improve.” I hung up the phone and immediately contacted my friend at the print shop, asking her to rush an overnight job for me. The next day after school, I had people hang an extra-long banner right at the school gate. All the passing parents and students saw it. The red background with white text was very eye-catching: [Warmly congratulate Ryan Thompson of Class 3, Grade 7, for maturing early and growing strong by spreading vicious rumors about female classmates, truly becoming a real man!] I had given Lily a hidden voice recorder earlier, instructing her to secretly record Ryan’s slanderous comments.
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