Qin Mohan and his group walked, observing the quality of the students' self-study.
Wang Ming, the young man who had just asked Lin Hao to call the chairman, walked behind them. He looked at Qin Mohan ahead, the sunlight casting a golden halo around him.
While still lost in Qin Mohan's beauty, Qin Mohan suddenly turned to look at Wang Ming and said, "If you say things like that again, don't. " He then walked forward without looking back.
Wang Ming was stunned by Qin Mohan's words, momentarily confused as to who they were directed at. It seemed nonsensical. After a while, he realized they were meant for him. "Why? He's just a scoundrel. He only got first place in practical combat at the start of the semester. Why is everyone treating him specially? A person like him should have been expelled, but the teachers were lenient, and even you, the chairman, are like this."
Wang Ming's hands clenched tighter, his face contorting in rage.
The more Wang Ming thought about it, the less he understood. "Why? Someone like him should be expelled."
By the time he came to his senses, Qin Mohan and the others had disappeared. He quickly searched for them, running down a corridor, and finally saw them. He quickly jogged to the back of the group, gasping for air and regulating his breathing.
Qin Mohan glanced back but said nothing.
Meanwhile, Lin Hao and Hu Tu followed Director Yao to her office. It was a single office, with only some plants and no other special ornaments.
Director Yao smiled and said, "What good deeds have you two done again to be punished with standing?"
Lin Hao rubbed his head and smiled, "Director Yao, don't you know? The homeroom teacher should have told you."
Director Yao sat in her chair, smiling, "I don't know. I'll trouble you, student Lin, to tell me."
"You really don't know?"
"I don't."
"Really?"
"Do you think it's fun for me to lie to you, student Lin?"
It is fun.
It is fun +1.
Hu Tu quietly played the role of a quail beside them, adhering to the principle that if he didn't seek trouble, trouble wouldn't find him. He conscientiously acted as a background prop.
"Since student Lin won't say, then little friend Hu Tu will tell us."
Damn it.
"We really didn't do anything," Hu Tu muttered silently in his heart, revising his life philosophy, and answered the question of the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Oh? Then why were you punished with standing if you didn't do anything? If it was physical punishment, please report it to us immediately. Our school will always be your strong backing," Director Yao said this with a stern expression.
If Lin Hao hadn't seen the playfulness in the woman's eyes just now, he would have taken her seriously.
The same thought crossed Hu Tu's mind.
Do they really think we're three-year-old children, so easily fooled?
Director Yao sat in her chair and waited for a while. She still didn't hear their explanation. It wasn't fun at all.
She clearly knew what was going on and was still playing mind games with them. This director is truly wicked.
These two brats are really giving me no peace. If it weren't for the instructions from above, I would have kicked them out long ago. Sigh, dealing with these two little rascals every day, I'm losing so much hair. The school doesn't even provide any compensation for my precious hair. Isn't this considered occupational injury? Damn school, ruining my youth.
"Director Yao, if there's nothing else, we should go. After all, we're in our second year of high school, and we need to focus on our studies," Lin Hao said slowly, looking at the person in front of him.
She's lost in thought. Now is the time to leave.
Hu Tu, standing beside Lin Hao, secretly gave him a thumbs-up. If they hadn't been caught, he would have truly believed that Lin Hao's talk about loving to study was genuine.
Yao Pei looked at the two little rascals and felt a pang in her liver again. She sighed and resignedly said, "Write a 5000-character self-criticism. Hand it to me in two days, or you won't just be standing; I'll send you home to raise pigs." She then waved them out.
She knew after all.
Lin Hao and Hu Tu quickly nodded and then hurried out, afraid that the woman would change her mind. They had initially thought they would have to involve their parents to get out of this, but Lin Hao wasn't afraid, as his father would never come anyway. However, his mother had gone out and hadn't returned.
"What are you thinking about, Ri Tian?" Hu Tu walked beside Lin Hao, noticing that Lin Hao's face showed no signs of relief after their narrow escape, but rather a bit of impatience.
Lin Hao was still lost in thought and didn't hear Hu Tu's words. Seeing that he wasn't responding, Hu Tu didn't say anything further. After walking for a while, they arrived at Class Two. Hu Tu said to Lin Hao, "Son, Dad's here. I'm going in."
Lin Hao, still immersed in his memories, vaguely nodded without saying anything and continued walking forward.
This isn't right. Lin Hao didn't retort. Something is wrong.
Hu Tu looked at his silly son with genuine concern. The moment Hu Tu appeared at the classroom door, the entire class fell silent. No one dared to breathe too loudly.
"Hmph, how boring."
Hu Tu finally returned to his seat and slumped over it to catch up on sleep.
Lin Hao arrived at his seat and gazed into the distance, his thoughts undisturbed even by his deskmate's return.
After checking the classroom and finishing his tasks, Qin Mohan returned to his own class. Everyone he encountered greeted him warmly, and Qin Mohan responded with a smile, though his eyes didn't quite reach his smile. He arrived at his seat, and the usually boisterous person next to him remained silent, not even glancing at him.
Qin Mohan tilted his head to look at Lin Hao. Indeed, the top student's deskmate was Lin Hao, that guy who was good at practical combat but useless in everything else, had become Qin Mohan's deskmate.
A breeze rustled Lin Hao's hair, and sunlight bathed him. The ordinary school uniform seemed to be transformed by him into something with a rebellious air. His wheatish skin, his simple buzz cut, a black earring on his right ear, all gave his face a defiant look. His muscular build, even through the school uniform, exuded power.
The moment Qin Mohan entered the classroom, Lin Hao felt it – a familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy, and he knew his deskmate's walking rhythm precisely. He wondered if his deskmate had encountered some problem, why he kept staring at him. He hadn't done anything. Could it be that he was still holding a grudge about what happened this morning? "Big brother, listen to his sophistry, no, his explanation!"
"Brother Qin, why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm especially good-looking?" Lin Hao, after considering that possibility, quickly probed his intentions.
Qin Mohan showed no embarrassment at being caught. He glanced at Lin Hao, who was smiling broadly, and then turned back to his book without saying anything.
Seeing his reaction, it seemed like nothing was wrong. That was good.
Relieved, Lin Hao looked outside again.
After a while, he felt sleepy and propped his head on his desk to sleep. He didn't even wake up when the teacher came to class. The teacher, accustomed to this, didn't bother him and continued with her lesson.