Chen Shu was stunned for a moment, then removed his hand and asked, "How did you figure it out?"
"You're the only teacher in this office; the other teachers have already gone back to their dorms to rest," Feng Qishi walked to Uncle Chen's desk, picked up the apple on his desk, and took a bite. "Don't think I don't know, especially since even if you were imitating, your voice wouldn't sound like a woman at all."
"You brat, you're getting smarter and smarter," Uncle Chen said awkwardly.
"If it weren't for the fact that you're my dad's classmate, I wouldn't bother with you." Feng Qishi sat on the edge of Uncle Chen's desk.
"Can you get down?" Uncle Chen looked up and pointed at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi smiled, "You can ask me to get down, but only if I get to go with you to find that Mu Anxiao."
Uncle Chen's expression stiffened. He reached out and forcefully pushed Feng Qishi off the desk, saying, "I've thought about it, there's no point in looking for that girl. I think... you should focus on the right path."
"That girl has a problem," Feng Qishi said seriously.
"That's purely your speculation. There are no monsters in this world, nor... in short," Uncle Chen smacked his lips, "it's better to say there are no bizarre things. You go back and study hard. Your mother called me to say she wants you to meet someone tonight, so hurry home."
"You're giving in already?" Feng Qishi said as he ate the apple.
Uncle Chen looked troubled. "Whether I give in or not is my business. Qishi, you've always had a rich imagination since you were a child, I'm not saying anything about that."
"You yourself said you had the same experience as me, but you're backtracking so quickly!" Feng Qishi glared at Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen dodged his gaze and said, "I just said that casually. I just thought, I've watched too many ghost movies and been paranoid all day, so I'm planning to quit watching them." He continued, "Besides, I didn't eat breakfast this morning and passed out. Someone saved me, which is completely different from what you said. As for the rest, it was just a nightmare. The young girl explained it all very clearly before she left."
"Uncle Chen, you always said you wanted to study some magical creatures. Now is a chance, how can you just give up?" Feng Qishi said excitedly.
Uncle Chen's gaze swept over him. "Your Uncle Chen is already old. Besides, I'm just a high school teacher. The only thing I can do well is my duty. You..." He waved his hand. "Hurry up and eat. After eating, organize your thoughts and attend class properly this afternoon."
"Uncle Chen, don't regret it." After delivering his parting shot, Feng Qishi turned and left Uncle Chen's office.
Listening to the door of his office slam shut with a bang by Feng Qishi, Uncle Chen sighed and muttered to himself, "The kid is indeed too young, only knows how to imagine things wildly. It's truly... ridiculous." After saying that, he shook his head.
Feng Qishi was not as Uncle Chen thought; he still believed Mu Anxiao had a problem.
Leaving the school gate, he stopped at the side of the road. Then, he took out his phone from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and dialed the phone number on Mu Anxiao's clothing tag from memory.
At the same time, in the small park courtyard, Zhang Yan and the others were sitting around a folding table eating lunch.
Zhang Yan looked at Mu Anxiao, who was sitting opposite him with a poor appetite, and asked, "Why are you eating so little?"
"It's too greasy," Mu Anxiao said, holding her chopsticks and looking at the braised pork knuckle on the plate.
"You don't like greasy meat?" Zhang Yan said, quickly transferring the pork knuckle from his plate into his own bowl.