Chapter 952: Chapter 952: A Day as a Teacher (21)
The program the next day was only in the morning, and the afternoon was free activity – a holiday.
There were some changes in seating, but beside Qiao Lian was still an empty space.
Chuzheng sat next to him, her expression indifferent as she looked at the stage.
Qiao Lian’s attention was not on the stage, but entirely on Chuzheng.
Last night he tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.
He didn’t even know what he was thinking, feeling muddleheaded.
Qiao Lian’s eyelashes drooped, landing on Chuzheng’s hand casually resting on the back of the chair.
Those hands were beautiful, slender and long.
Qiao Lian stared at those hands for a long time, cautiously extending his hand to place it beside Chuzheng’s.
The next moment he retracted it and looked towards the stage.
But soon, Qiao Lian couldn’t help placing his hand back again.
The space on the back of the chair was narrow, he only needed to move slightly to the side and he could touch her.
Qiao Lian took a deep breath, just as his fingertips moved, Chuzheng’s hand retracted, and she glanced at her phone.
Qiao Lian saw it was a text message.
No remarks.
Chuzheng read it, then deleted it and blocked the number.
The Aunt was still insistent, using someone’s phone to send her messages.
Unable to approach her now, she could only use this method.
Chuzheng put down her phone and turned her head, meeting Qiao Lian’s gaze.
She paused: “What’s wrong?”
Qiao Lian lowered his gaze, shook his head, and placed his hand back in front of him, focusing on the program on stage.
Suddenly, Chuzheng raised her hand to pat his head: “Wait for me to take you home after school, don’t wander off.”
Qiao Lian’s head was pressed and rubbed, his body stiffened for a moment, but he didn’t think of shaking it off, instead he nodded: “Okay.”
With people everywhere, Chuzheng only patted him twice before withdrawing her hand.
Qiao Lian moved slightly to the side, propping his forehead with his hand, slowly running his fingertips through his hair.
The action she just did…
So familiar.
Did she do this to others before?
–
The last program ended, the host said the closing remarks.
Just as everyone thought it was over and was preparing to leave.
The lights in the whole auditorium suddenly went out, plunging into darkness.
“Power outage?”
“Don’t move, don’t move, everyone don’t move.”
“Don’t step on me!”
Exclamations and teachers maintaining order sounded successively.
The next second, a beam of light shone on the audience.
“Everyone, don’t rush to leave, we have prepared one last program, please enjoy. Let’s welcome Qiao Lian from Class 22 of Senior Three, bringing us a piano solo.”
The beam of light was now focused on Qiao Lian.
Chuzheng had already stood up before, outside the passage, the beam didn’t hit her.
Everyone’s gaze was focused on Qiao Lian, including the school leaders in the front row and the leaders from above.
Qiao Lian was first stunned, then frowned.
The voice on stage continued: “A warm welcome to everyone!”
The leaders below chuckled: “There’s an encore?”
The principal didn’t know about this: “Hahaha, a surprise organized by these kids, I didn’t know either.”
“Young people have ideas, let’s take a look.”
“Sure.”
The leaders all sat back down.
Qiao Lian got up, but he didn’t go to the stage, instead he went straight out of the auditorium.
“…”
The space fell into an awkward silence.
Chuzheng chased after Qiao Lian.
But in just a few seconds, there was no one outside.
Who’s responsible for this last act!
Chuzheng returned backstage, grabbing the host from earlier: “Who told you to announce this last part?”
The host was from the school, startled by Chuzheng, stammered: “Meng… Meng Yu.”
Meng Yu.
That dog!
Chuzheng left with a cold face.
Someone called her from behind.
“Teacher Ruan, we have a meeting later…”
“I’m on leave.”
“Teacher Ruan!!”
Chuzheng looked around, couldn’t find Qiao Lian.
No classes in the afternoon, everyone could go straight home after it ended.
The school’s students left quickly, only the on-duty students cleaning up the aftermath remained.
Chuzheng called Qiao Lian’s phone, no one answered.
Chuzheng thought she should install a locator on Qiao Lian.
Buzz.
A message showed up on Chuzheng’s phone.
[Qiao Lian: Teacher, I went home.]
[Chuzheng: Can you find your way?]
[Qiao Lian: The driver is picking me up.]
[Chuzheng: …]
[Chuzheng: Let me know when you get home.]
After a while, Qiao Lian replied.
[Qiao Lian: Okay.]
–
Saturday.
Chuzheng lay on the sofa without any image, watching a boring documentary.
Switching channels from time to time…
[Miss, are you bored?]
Chuzheng immediately put on a serious face: “No.”
[But you look very bored.]
“No, you must have seen it wrong.”
[…] I didn’t even say I’m sending you a task, why are you so nervous?
Just as Chuzheng was wondering how to fool the King’s Account, the door suddenly knocked.
A very light sound.
Chuzheng thought it was the food delivery she ordered, went to open the door.
The hallway was empty, no one was there.
Chuzheng looked down the hallway, closed the door.
Five minutes later, the door knocked again.
Chuzheng pulled open the door, still no one outside.
Damn!
Which dog is it!
… Could it be a ghost?
Chuzheng quickly closed the door.
She leaned on the door and looked outside, there was nothing suspicious.
Chuzheng turned around, leaning against the door.
Suddenly, she twisted around, opened the door.
The person outside was stunned, the next second, he turned and ran.
Chuzheng grabbed his collar: “Who are you.”
The person wore a baseball cap, looked a bit skinny, not quite like a decent person.
“I… I was just passing by.”
“Passing by? Passing by and knocking on my door?” Chuzheng pushed him to the wall, pressing his arm: “Speak, who sent you.”
“Ah…” The person cried out in pain: “I really was just passing by.”
Chuzheng applied more force.
“I’ll talk I’ll talk… a woman sent me.”
A woman?
Chuzheng took out her phone, flipped to a photo: “Is it this one?”
“Yes yes it’s her.”
Huang Min is still not giving up, huh.
Or rather, she never gave up.
She even sent threatening texts before.
Chuzheng had someone keep an eye on her, didn’t expect she’d resort to hiring people now.
That penny-pinching aunt really took a big step.
“What did she send you here to do?”
“Just to scare you a bit…” The person said: “Auntie, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
“How much did she pay you?”
The person held up one finger.
Chuzheng sinisterly said: “I’ll give you triple, scaring me the way she asked you to scare me, go scare her, got it?”
“…”
Can it be like this?
“Got it?”
“Got it, got it.”
Chuzheng let him go, told him to scram.
She had just sat down for two minutes when someone knocked on the door again.
Chuzheng: “…”
Unending!
Chuzheng opened the door in exasperation: “What don’t you understand… Qiao Lian?”
The boy stood outside the door, clothes soaking wet, clinging to his body, the white fabric showed vaguely translucent, at the hem there were faint traces of blood seeping.
Hair was also drenched, water constantly dripping down.
He looked very pitifully.
“Teacher.”
He called out in a stuffy voice.
“Come in.” Chuzheng didn’t ask anything.
Qiao Lian lowered his head and entered the room.