dicine, after all, was not brewed.
Just by their antics, unsurprisingly, they were late.
At 5:58 p.m., when Old Wu called, the three of them hadn’t left the house yet.
Upon learning they hadn’t left, Old Wu, on the phone, had to calm his breathing several tis with disappointnt before saying, "Send the address, I’ll have the driver swing by to pick you up."
With that, he hung up the phone with a snap.
Clearly, he was quite irritated.
Qingran’s typing speed was still frustratingly slow; by the ti she typed out the address letter by letter and sent it, there were already over a dozen voice ssages from Old Wu.
Biting the bullet, Qingran played them, and sure enough, the first one was urging her to ’hurry up and send it, everyone is waiting.’
With that, she knew the gist of the next dozen or so ssages without listening.
That’s how voice ssages work; once you play the first one, the rest play automatically without needing to be clicked.
As such, the three of them were forced to listen to Old Wu’s urging several tis over.
Li Qingmo muttered to himself, "Even more long-winded than Sun Ningzhi."
Since they were in the wrong, the three of them hurried out to wait at the roadside.
Xie Ying’an still looked unwell, his gaze listless as he stared in an unknown direction, appearing sickly.
While Li Qingmo was whistling at an Alaskan malamute across the street, Qingran walked over to Xie Ying’an and stealthily touched his hand.
Ice cold.
Xie Ying’an glanced at her. His dark eyes suddenly sparkled, regaining so of his usual spirit, making his sickly appearance seem much improved.
Qingran asked him, "Still feeling terrible?"
Xie Ying’an curled his lips into a smile, grabbed Qingran’s hand, and looked straight ahead, with the air of a gentleman bearing his soul: "Not anymore."
Typical death by beauty under a peony.
Qingran: "..."
Damn, if I’d known this would make you feel better, I wouldn’t have bothered with the dicine.
It took about ten minutes for the bus to arrive. Li Qingmo, resembling that malamute, whistled across the street for nearly ten minutes, comndable for not feeling parched.
Just as they were about to board the bus, the malamute suddenly ran over to where Li Qingmo had been standing and lifted its leg to urinate.
Li Qingmo: "..."
Fuck!
If I hadn’t already climbed onto the bus, I’d surely drag you ho for a dog stew today, believe it or not?
Though there were barely more than a dozen people including the teachers, the bus was still a 47-seater.
Qingran was the first to get on and imdiately saw Old Wu’s unpleasant expression and the vice-principal seated beside him.
This ti, Sun Ningzhi hadn’t co, but instead, the vice-principal had followed.
Li Qingmo, the last to board, clearly hadn’t expected Sun Ningzhi to be absent.
Unable to hold back, just as the bus started and before he found a seat, Li Qingmo blurted out: "Sun Ning... Where’s Teacher Sun?"
She had even called him this morning to get him to wake up early.
The vice-principal knew that this young man was from Class 7, no, rather a notorious troublemaker in school. But a troublemaker or not, the kid had good academic performance.
With good grades, who cares if he’s a troublemaker? Even if a troublemaker is hard to discipline, it’s the concern of his horoom teacher.
Today, the vice-principal was in a good mood, and he cheerfully replied: "Teacher Xiao Sun won’t be joining this ti, I’m here to take her place."
Li Qing Mo rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands into his pockets, no longer responding to the director’s words. On the bus that wasn’t too bumpy, he walked with a careless stride towards the back.
Old Wu felt relieved for the umpteenth ti, grateful that this brat wasn’t his kid.
But if the brat wouldn’t give the director a way out, he had to: "...Ha～, Director, this kid is just like this..."
The director wasn’t concerned with these details and waved his hand magnanimously, "I know, he’s a thorn alright."
Who didn’t have a bit of temper at that age? We’ve all been there, understood and understood.
Fang Jin, sitting in the middle, stood up from her seat to greet Qingran from afar: "Qingran? Qingran, over here, co here."
Qingran nodded her head and had just taken a few steps in that direction when she was pulled back by the hand of Xie Ying’an, who was behind her.
Xie Ying’an grabbing her hand wasn’t a big deal. After all, they had even hugged during this period, so what was holding hands?
But unfortunately for him, Xie Ying’an had grabbed Qingran’s hand next to Wen Shiyi’s seat, and Wen Shiyi’s expression was no longer just surprise.
Wen Shiyi had lost weight after not being seen for a short month; her sowhat round oval face had beco sharper like a lon seed face. It was naturally good-looking; especially those eyes, which seed to have gotten bigger because she’d slimd down.
Qingran didn’t have ti to look over Wen Shiyi, and with only a quick glance, she took Xie Ying’an’s hand and walked past.
She asked him quietly as they walked, "What’s up?"
"I’m sick," Xie Ying’an emphasized, "You have to sit beside ."
That last bit was a demand.
There was a sense of entitlent of being weak and using it as an excuse.
With him saying that, what could Qingran do?
Naturally, she went along with him.
Qingran waved to Fang Jin, who was full of expectation, and sat in the empty seat to Fang Jin’s left, separated only by an aisle.
Fang Jin wasn’t stupid; she had long noticed the dynamics between Xie Ying’an and Qingran. She didn’t push and sat down to play on her phone.
This ti the teacher didn’t forbid them from bringing phones, but once they arrived, all phones had to be handed over to the teachers for safekeeping.
Halfway through the ride, the director and Old Wu, sitting in the front, stood up.
Old Wu said a few words as a formality and then indicated that the director had sothing to say.
Li Qing Mo, lying in the back, snorted disdainfully, accompanied by the words "brown-noser."
Qingran didn’t know if Old Wu had heard, but he clearly paused for a mont before continuing to speak, which likely ant he did hear.
So tiring.
Such a pain to be saddled with this kind of brother.
After Old Wu finished his speech, the director also cheerily encouraged them, "Students, good luck! We’ve already confird that there will be five spots for recomndation."
Five spots?
Qingran frowned, not understanding why the number of spots had shrunk.
The students in front didn’t seem to react, but the director persisted, trying to boost their morale: "The school’s expectations of you aren’t too high; ideally, we’ll secure three spots... When the ti cos, I’ll capture your mont of glory to commorate and show the new students, so they can take you as examples!"
As he spoke these words, his gaze lingered on Xie Ying’an.
But Xie Ying’an couldn’t care less, virtually broadcasting the words ’I don’t need it’ on his face.
Li Qing Mo continued to scoff, not satisfied with just that, he mocked, "So many schools and five spots; thinking of taking three? Aren’t your demands ’not too high’? You probably want to snatch them all..."
Truth be told, the director did indeed want to snatch them all.
But he had also noticed that among so many students, probably only Xie Ying’an had a hope of securing a recomndation spot.
As for the others...
Sigh, it’s complicated!
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