Chapter 769: Chapter 768: Give Up on Treatment

Ding Cai instantly felt thunderclouds above his head, striking him until he was burnt on the outside and tender inside.

It was as if he’d stumbled upon something extremely awkward, and he reflexively took several steps back.

His brain went completely blank.

His hands involuntarily reached for his pockets–his blood pressure shot up rapidly, and his heart also began to fail.

Leaning against the wall, he felt as if his world had utterly collapsed.

This Qimo had gone too far!

How dare he bully Lu Mian!

Blood boiling, Ding Cai rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge in and rescue Lu Mian! However, the moment he took a step forward, he heard–

From the cold, silent office came a young girl’s soft, calm, and slightly muffled voice.

Thankfully, everything was quiet around him, and with a flick of his ear, he clearly heard what Lu Mian was saying.

“Director Qimo, haven’t the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau arrived yet?”

Civil, Civil Affairs Bureau? What the heck?

Ding Cai, with his arms rolled up, was flabbergasted.

Inside the office.

Xiao Qimo’s arms propped on either side of the sofa, he focused on the girl’s delicate face that could charm the dead, and those bright, starry eyes that gleamed. His gaze was deep and dark.

Like a leopard ready to hunt, full of danger.

After staring for a moment, he finally answered her question.

“Let’s find them after you wake up,” his voice was hoarsely deep.

“Oh.” Lu Mian curled up slightly, the alcohol’s aftereffects not yet subsided, weariness crept over her, and she murmured with a bit of longing.

Xiao Qimo paused for a moment.

“Goodnight-kiss,” she said.

Goodnight kiss?

Xiao Qimo trembled, closing his eyes before daring to bend down.

After a quick, dragonfly-like kiss, he swiftly left the sofa and awkwardly sat back at his desk.

The man hurried to keep himself busy and upon turning on the computer, he remembered something and began to type out code.

—

Outside the door, Ding Cai, leaning against the wall, shakily slid down. He sat on the floor, feeling as if he was floating.

He had thought wrong.

They actually did it willingly!

“Ding teacher?!”

Just as Ding Cai, shocked to the point of nearly passing out, was about to keel over, the timely arrival of the plump Hao and skinny Hao spotted him, called out from afar, and hurried over.

“Ding teacher, what’s wrong?!”

“Where’s Old Ding’s medicine?”

One brother fished for medicine while the other pinched acupoints, Ding Cai numbly stopped them with a wave of his hand, feeling utterly exhausted.

“Let’s go.” He struggled to get up, ready to lead his brothers away.

“Ding teacher, weren’t you coming to find Mian ge?”

“…” Ding Cai urged them to keep their voices down hastily, pulling the plump Hao and skinny Hao far away before he sighed.

This matter couldn’t be known by more people.

“Let’s go, let’s go, nothing to see here,” Ding Cai turned his head and left.

“But…”

Plump Hao took out his phone, quite anxious, “We have to ask Mian ge about the post on the campus network, how to handle it?”

Ding Cai’s heart skipped a beat, “What post?”

Shouhao handed over his phone, his tone anxious yet nonchalant as usual, “Just the photo of them together.”

What does he mean “just”? Isn’t this serious?!

Ding Cai realized that when Guo Zihao talked about this matter, his tone was calm and natural, as if he had seen it all before. His urgency stemmed only from the issue of the post.

“Spouting nonsense? Is it set in stone?!” Ding Cai scolded.

Shouhao pursed his lips, motioning for him to look at the phone, “It’s not set in stone, it’s ironclad.”

Ding Cai’s hand trembled as he clicked open the post, his gaze lingering on those glaringly bright photos.

The photos were taken in the auditorium, with both the man and the girl standing on the stage. Once opened, anyone could see the problem with them.

The number of comments below was greater than the sum of teachers and students in the whole school.

[Congratulations!]

[Congratulations +1]

[Congratulations +10086]

Ding Cai shuddered all over, nearly losing his breath with indignation.

“Teacher!”

“Old Ding!”

The brothers hurriedly supported their emotionally fragile homeroom teacher.

“Feed him more pills!”

“Maybe we should call an ambulance…”

Ding Cai, feeling utterly disheartened, scoffed and waved his hand, “I give up on treatment…”

—

On the senior grade three side, ever since the students returned, something wasn’t quite right.

Everyone dragged their weary bodies, yet the fire of “I can do it, I can still learn” blazed in their eyes, a burning desire for knowledge.

Jiang Yingyue took advantage of the two hours they spent in a meeting to breezily complete a set of math exercises.

Turning around to see everyone had returned, she couldn’t help but scoff proudly.

“How did it go?” she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

At that moment, nobody had the energy to respond to her words. Each one collapsed on their desks, sighing and moaning.

Jiang Yingyue then understood that they must have been struck a blow.

Their anticipation for Lu Mian’s speech turned into as much disappointment now, with their despondency plainly written across their faces.

“I told you not to go, but you all insisted. No matter how impressive she is, she’s still just a freshman,” Jiang Yingyue said, as if showing off her foresight, “You would have been better off doing more exercises.”

That meeting lasted more than two hours.

The time of a senior grade three student is so precious; every second counts for extra study.

She used these two hours to work through exercises and study, but they listened to Lu Mian’s speech, wasting their own time.

“Yeah, it would have been better to solve some problems,” another student who hadn’t gone echoed, sitting down next to Jiang Yingyue with a practice paper in hand.

“Yingyue, help me look at this last problem, I couldn’t solve it.”

Jiang Yingyue was in a good mood this time, unusually willing to help a classmate with their questions.

Jiang Yingyue used to worry about others surpassing her; she could borrow others’ study guides and practice papers, but it was much harder for someone to ask her for help with a problem.

“Give it here, let me take a look,” she said.

The two of them boasted while discussing and analyzing the math paper, their voices quite loud, obviously intending everyone to overhear.

Everyone else was too drained to care.

Su Jue happened to walk by, passing beside them and pausing in the aisle to glance over.

Something spontaneously dawned on him.

He commented naturally, “The way you two are solving it isn’t right. You’ll realize at the end that you can’t prove it at all.”