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Anonymousperson_add

April 5, 2023 at 5:05 AM

I was hoping for some CEO face slapping for the math teacher and the school but i guess not

Anonymousperson_add @Anonymous

June 28, 2023 at 1:26 PM

Same, but reality is more somber than fiction. I hate that it’s real.

<div style="text-align: left;"><h2 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;">Chapter 51: Doomed</h2><div> </div>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255</div><div> The number on the ID card jumped in front of Lu Zhiqiao's eyes, May 7th, the same month and day, with a difference of fifteen years from her daughter, Taurus. Even though there were many coincidences in the past, they were all just coincidences. Lu Zhiqiao didn't think about anything else, and she didn't believe in fate. Now that she saw this ID card, she had to believe that fate is really predestined. Her life is like an endless road. Walking on this road, it is impossible to predict what surprises, sufferings, and scenery she will see. But surprises and sufferings are already waiting for her to walk over step by step. She met misery in that winter more than ten years ago, so in this spring more than ten years later, she may meet her own surprise. Qi Yan, is she the surprise? "Book." The woman didn't even look up, she took out her phone to scan the code after filling out the courier form. The post station employee held up a package and asked for her name. Lu Zhiqiao gave her name, took her package, signed the form, glanced sideways at the person beside her, and waited. Qi Yan paid, came to take Lu Zhiqiao's arm and was about to leave, Lu Zhiqiao reminded her: "ID card." She froze for a moment, turned her head to look at her eyes, quickly reached out to take it back and put it in her pocket, then looked at the package in Lu Zhiqiao's arms, and snatched it without saying a word: "I'll help you carry it." "..." The two walked towards the building side by side, Lu Zhiqiao hooked Qi Yan's arm with one hand, and glanced at her sideways from the corner of her eye, but she didn't expect the woman to turn her head just in time, and their eyes met. "Did you enjoy your afternoon tea?" Qi Yan didn't seem to notice, raised her brows, and asked in a sour tone. Lu Zhiqiao's heart pounded, and she whispered, "It was okay." "Come with me next time." "Um." She responded, and wanted to ask if Qi Yan's birthday on the ID card was accurate, but this will expose the fact that she had just peeked at it. Or she could ask in another way, but it would appear that she plans to do something and she will be teased by this person. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[Asking me about my birthday, do you want to surprise me?] <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[Then gift yourself to me] <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">[Call me Yan Yan~] Imagining Qi Yan's demeanor and tone in her mind, she thought it cute. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, thinking about it, it's better to let go of the idea and keep it in mind. There are about two months left. At the beginning of March, the late spring cold hit, the cold wind and rain were blowing down, it was colder than winter, and there were few sunny days. Qi Yan returned to school for class, the order in the campus was still the same, and she is in good condition, but she felt a little less passionate. She is usually very happy at school, and  can quickly adjust to minor troubles. She goes to work every day with a sense of anticipation, and will always smile when she sees the students. But now she can't lift her spirits and her heart feels like she's holding a heavy stone. At the moment of entering the school gate, her trance flashed and disappeared in a short time. Sitting in the office, seeing colleagues, hearing voices, she seemed out of place with the surroundings. When she walked into the classroom and went to the podium, her eyes were gray and she couldn't lift a smile. Qi Yan couldn't tell why. She sleeps well every night and is full of energy during the day, but as soon as she enters school, she feels a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of her heart. Her body is not tired, but her heart is tired. Her heart has no strength, she can't laugh, and the window of her eyes is covered with dust. Sometimes, she would stand in the corridor, staring blankly at the open space downstairs. The cement floor tiles, next to the flower garden, are clean and without a trace. The cleaning lady cleaned it every day. Occasionally, students who were free to play in physical education class played badminton there. The land was stepped on countless times by countless people, but few people knew that it was once covered with blood and infested with an eerie red color. The fence in the corridor is not too low. It would be difficult for a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl to climb over, but the child just fell down like that. It took so much determination and strong hatred to give birth to such power. She did not die in vain. The new math teacher for Class 2 and 7 is named Peng, a middle-aged woman in her forties with a kind face. She is very strict and can look mean in class, but never scolds students, just a little nagging, making people's ears calloused. It's good enough. Qi Yan thought. Not too good, Not too dark. Plain and ordinary but valuable. The dead girl accidentally saved another girl, Qi Yan has reason to mourn for her, feel sorry for her, but cannot thank her—that is the greatest irony and disrespect for the deceased. On the third day after Qi Yan returned to school, Yang Qing also came back. The girl seemed all right, and was as cheerful and smiling as ever. "Sister Yanyan, let me tell you something." "What?" After lunch, Qi Yan and Yang Qing came out of the cafeteria side by side, and passed by students in twos and threes, who occasionally knew them and greeted them. Yang Qing looked around, pulled her to the path, and said in a low voice, "I went to the second Junior High School the day before yesterday to find my classmate who was an intern there. Guess who I saw?" "Who?" "Xu Shoukui." Qi Yan stopped in her tracks, suddenly felt the blood all over her body rushing to the top of her head, and couldn't help shivering, "He's in the second Junior High School?" "It seems to be." Yang Qing nodded, "I saw him enter a classroom with a book and a triangular ruler." "..." The sky is gloomy, the rain is about to fall at any time, and the cool wind blows the leaves rustling, rolling up a chill. Qi Yan's hands hanging by her side were clenched into fists. She raised her head and stared straight at the windows of the teaching building not far away. Her eyes wandered over, and finally landed on the windows of Class Seven. Suddenly, she laughed dryly twice, shook her head, her eyes darkened, and she didn't speak any more. .... After three o'clock in the afternoon, light rain fell down. Qi Yan had no class, so she was sitting in the office reading a book, and when it was five minutes before class ended, she got up and went out to patrol. Due to the cold weather, the front and rear doors of the classroom are closed, and it is easy to be spotted standing by the big window. She can only check the situation inside through the small window by the door. Class 2's class is geography. The young female teacher is eloquent on the podium. Most of the students below are listening to the lecture. A small number of them are sleeping, playing with mobile phones, in a daze, or simply writing homework for the three main subjects. The groups change every week, this week Lu Wei sits in the middle group, the fourth row, facing the podium. Qi Yan glanced around, locked on to the two players in the back row who were playing with mobile phones, and finally her eyes fell on the back of her "daughter"—the little girl kept her head down, but her hands were on the table, she didn't look like she was playing with her mobile phone  . The class bell rang. The geography teacher said that class was over, the classroom became rowdy, two boys playing with mobile phones were still playing, the student sitting near the back door opened the door, and Qi Yan rushed in instantly. She was so fast that before the two boys could react, their phones were taken away. When they looked up angrily, Qi Yan looked at them coldly, her face was gloomy and like a deflated ball, they went limp and dared not make a sound. The other children around were also startled and stared blankly. Qi Yan held the two mobile phones, did not speak, and turned her gaze to the fourth row in the middle group. The seats on both sides were empty, except for her "professional daughter" who remained motionless in the same position just now. She walked over quietly... Lu Wei was looking down at the comics. Because of her thick clothes, she was lying on the table bulging like a ball, which easily blocked her view.  She was reading with gusto, smile all over her face, and didn't even notice that class was over. Suddenly, a hand stretched out and took the book away. The little girl raised her head in a daze, and met Qi Yan's cold gaze. ——Hey, Teacher Qi. She calmly looked at Qi Yan, pursed her lips subconsciously, and looked a little coquettish and angry. Qi Yan was startled, pretending to look away calmly, turned and left. All the way back to the office, Qi Yan calmly sat down and drank half a glass of water, put the mobile phones beside her, threw the comic book on the table, and sighed. The relationship between her and Lu Zhiqiao is getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye for half a year, she has gone from being a stranger to sharing the same bed. Although there is no real label, there is no difference.  Because of her love for the house and the crow, every time her feelings for Lu Zhiqiao became stronger, she doted on Niu Niu more. After a long time, the child became more daring when she tasted the feeling of being favored. Maybe it's unconscious, after all, she's young and sometimes it's hard to control her emotions. Qi Yan thinks that she is not biased in school. She confiscates what should be confiscated, punishes what should be punished, and criticizes if students make mistakes, the class officers have already been assigned, and she has not given any special care to her "daughter". However, the moment Niu Niu pouted, her heart softened instantly. If she hadn't run fast, she might have returned the book on the spot as soon as her brain got hot. She just said she is not biased. Qi Yan rubbed her temples, a little annoyed, drank the remaining half glass of water, and opened the comic book casually. The paper of the book is very rough, the quality is not very good, and it is still in traditional Chinese characters. It looks like a pirated book found on a street stall. The cover was wrapped in white paper. On the first page, there were two male characters in suits, one with blonde hair and one with silver hair. They hugged each other and looked at each other affectionately. Her scalp went numb and she had a bad feeling. The second page, the third page, the fourth page... It roughly talks about two men living in the same room after they met, some things they encountered, and small daily interactions. Feelings began to develop later, gradually heating up, and the pace was very fast. By page ten, the two are together. Almost every page in the following has the "applause for love"* in the plot, which is very explicit...*Chinese internet slang that vaguely refers to sex/love making, due to the clapping sound couples make during woohoo time. This is a Danmei* comics! *Boys' Love/BL, A Chinese fiction genre focused on romanticized tales of love and attraction between men. Qi Yan felt her scalp explode, she hurriedly closed the book, grabbed the cup to drink water, but it was empty, got up quickly and went to the water dispenser to pour some, and gulped down a big cup. She took a few deep breaths, sat down, closed her eyes, and was distracted for a while. She thought little Lu Wei was only reading romance novels; she didn’t expect her to start getting in touch with same-sex works so soon. Today she reads Danmei, will she just read Baihe* tomorrow?  Today's children are all smart, and they can understand it thoroughly after being exposed to it. It won't take long for all kinds of thoughts and guesses to arise in their minds. *Girls' Love/GL/Yuri/Lily, A Chinese fiction genre focused on romanticized tales of love and attraction between women</div><div> Then she and Lu Zhiqiao... The last time, when Niu Niu chanced upon them, Lu Zhiqiao reacted greatly, which showed that she didn't want her daughter to know. If she goes back today and reports the truth to Lu Zhiqiao, the relationship between them may be over. Qi Yan thought  Selfishness is just around the corner. If she wants to be with Lu Zhiqiao, she has to pass the hurdle that is Niu Niu, the child will know it sooner or later. Qi Yan suddenly realized that she didn't have the slightest confidence to be sure that Lu Zhiqiao would accept her. On the contrary, the other party might completely cut off contact with her for the sake of her daughter. In this case, there won't even be a talk about passing Niu Niu. Frustration, sarcasm, surge up a little bit from her eyes... Her nose became a little sore, and her heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton. She couldn't breathe. She hurriedly opened the drawer, stuffed the comic book in it, and closed it hard. As night fell, the rain stopped. Dinner consisted of three dishes and one soup. Qi Yan ordered Lu Zhiqiao to make it on time and served it on the table neatly. She glanced at the time, it was half past six, and she hadn't come back yet, so she went to the study to call Niu Niu for dinner. "Teacher Qi, you must never tell my mother, you promised me." The little girl put her arms around her arms and acted like a baby, she was quite uneasy, then she pouted and kissed her. Qi Yan was dumbfounded by the kiss, and it took her a long time to react. She smiled and stretched out her index finger to lightly tap the center of her eyebrows: "I know. Go wash your hands and eat." "Yey, Teacher Qi is the best~" The child skipped to wash her hands, Qi Yan took out her mobile phone and was about to call Lu Zhiqiao, when there was a knock on the door, she stepped forward and looked, it was Lu Zhiqiao, she hurriedly opened the door to welcome her in. "I was just about to call you." Qi Yan smiled and took the bag in her hand, and put it aside, like a docile and virtuous daughter-in-law, "The meal is ready, go wash your hands." Lu Zhiqiao frowned slightly, her complexion was a bit uneasy, she hummed lightly, changed her slippers and went to the bathroom, met her daughter who came out of the bathroom, she didn't speak, the child greeted her and she answered. Then proceeded to  wash her hands hastily, wiped it up indiscriminately, walked to the dining table and sat down. The little girl was extremely guilty, she secretly glanced at Qi Yan, and sat down too. Mom is in a bad mood today. She hopes Teacher Qi keeps her word. "What's the matter?" Qi Yan handed over a good meal to the mother and daughter, and sat down opposite Lu Zhiqiao. Lu Zhiqiao just sighed and didn't speak. Lu Guilty Wei: "..." "Is it something about work?" Qi Yan picked up a chopstick dish for her, which was her favorite fried pork with winter melon. Lu Zhiqiao ate a piece, perhaps it tasted good and pleased her tongue, she relaxed her brows slightly, ate a few more pieces, and finally said, "A few days ago, Manager Chi told me that she is pregnant."  "…then what?" Pregnancy is a common thing for female employees, and they can do whatever they want, and everything is in accordance with the law. Chi Nian said that she was nine weeks pregnant, and Lu Zhiqiao was a little dazed at the time, because she had just handed over a very important project to her last week, and she had to work overtime continuously, which would be hard work, and a pregnant body might not be able to bear it. Because she is also a woman, she understands that her work is not easy. Although Lu Zhiqiao was a bit annoyed, she didn't give her a hard time, she just told her to take care and rest, stop traveling temporarily, and work on the administrative shift from 9 to 6, and find someone else to take over the project. But Chi Nian was unwilling, and repeatedly assured that there was no problem with her health and would not delay the progress. Lu Zhiqiao also trusted her, so she didn't force her. As a result, Chi Nian messed up, and even got herself into the hospital. Fortunately, the person is fine, and the stomach is fine. "I'm really going to die of anger today, but she's a pregnant woman, what can I do with her, I still have to wipe her ass, and this is not the first time..." Lu Zhiqiao frowned, her face was gloomy, and she said fiercely. Then, ate a few pieces of winter melon. Qi Yan listened in a daze, not knowing what to say for a while, and bowed her head silently. One is a friend, and the other is someone she likes. If she is caught in the middle, no matter what she says, it will not sound good, so she will just shut up. She went to the kitchen to get two bowls, filled a bowl of soup for each of the mother and daughter, and comforted softly: "Don't think about work after going home, rest well tonight and talk tomorrow."  She sounded reassuring. Lu Zhiqiao was so furious today and she was afraid that she would lose control and lose her temper. She tried her best to think about Qi Yan, knowing that this person would understand her, only then, her emotions stabilized. "…Um." She nodded, smiled, and took a sip of the soup. Her stomach became warm and so was her heart. After dinner, the three of them sat in 902 for a while. Lu Zhiqiao got up to take her daughter home, but Qi Yan held her back: "Wait a minute, I have something for you." The little Lu Wei immediately looked at Qi Yan nervously. Ah, she's not going to rat her out, won't she? "What?" "Come with me." Qi Yan glanced helplessly at the little girl, pulled Lu Zhiqiao back into the bedroom, and gently closed the door. The bedroom was pitch black. Lu Zhiqiao thought about what this woman was going to do, and suddenly her nerves tensed up. Some random images flashed in her mind, and then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she froze. Qi Yan turned on the light, went to the bedside table and opened the drawer, fiddled for a while, and took out something. She closed the drawer, hid one hand behind her back, grabbed Lu Zhiqiao's wrist with the other, slowly combed her five fingers, and stuffed the thing into her palm. Metallic, cool, jagged.  Lu Zhiqiao spread out her five fingers, and a key lay in her palm. She asked in astonishment: "...is this?" "My house key." <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: Then one day, when Teacher Qi came home, she found that a box of finger gloves she had hoarded was gone [funny.jpg] <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/04/ch-50-there-are-always-teachers-who.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><<PREV</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/there-are-always-teachers-who-want-to.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">TOC</a> |  <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/index.html" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">INDEX</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/04/ch-52-there-are-always-teachers-who.html">NEXT>></a></div>

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