Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

The two stood by the railing, watching Zhou Zhiming being carried away until he turned into the security office building and disappeared from sight. Zhao Xiaoman then looked away and glanced at Liu Xiangyang again.

Liu Xiangyang happened to be looking at her, and the two exchanged a knowing smile. "Let's go back, get out of class isn't over yet." Liu Xiangyang released her hand.

Zhao Xiaoman nodded and followed him back.

The classroom was a mess. As soon as the door opened, Wang Dazhu's loud voice rang out: "...I'm telling you, it's definitely messing around! The dean said it too, you all saw Zhou Zhiming's face, right? It was as white as paper!"

"And there's definitely something wrong with what the dean showed him!" Wang Dazhu mimicked the dean's manner perfectly, walked up to a male student, and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket: "Chen Weidong, you've been caught. Come with me."

Several people were gathered around him, listening intently, but when they saw what he was doing, they all burst into laughter.

His roommate, Chen Weidong, snatched the piece of paper from his hand and said, "How do you know it's definitely a photo? Maybe it's something else?"

"Nonsense, the thing the dean pulled out was square, not even the size of a palm. What else could it be but a photograph? I took a picture of it, and it looked just like that," Wang Dazhu said smugly.

Someone then asked, "So what exactly is in that photo?"

Wang Dazhu scratched his head: "I don't have clairvoyance. The dean only glanced at it, how could anyone see clearly... But it looked like there were two people?"

"Two people? Which two people?"

"The man is definitely Zhou Zhiming, and the woman..." Wang Dazhu scratched his head, "I didn't see clearly, but it's definitely a woman! The dean said Zhou Zhiming has a problem with his conduct, are you stupid?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, he always looks so respectable, but it turns out he does this kind of thing behind people's backs..."

"Hmph, I saw it coming a long time ago. With that slicked-back hairstyle every day, he's obviously been poisoned by the bourgeoisie."

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Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman walked past each other without anyone noticing them. Liu Xiangyang returned to his seat, took out the book "Compilation of Clinical Experience in Acupuncture and Moxibustion" that Sun Famiao had given him, opened it, and began to read it.

Zhao Xiaoman sat back down next to him and opened her notebook.

Wang Dazhu, standing nearby, was still spitting out words: "I've always felt that Zhou Zhiming was strange! Do you guys remember? He kept staring at the female students during class..."

Hearing Wang Dazhu's loud voice, Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman exchanged a glance and then lowered their heads to chuckle.

A moment later, a note was pushed over from the side and landed in his hand. Liu Xiangyang glanced down at it; it was Zhao Xiaoman's handwriting: "Wait for me at 8 PM, behind the inpatient department."

He picked up the note and glanced at it, then turned to look at Zhao Xiaoman. Zhao Xiaoman was looking down at her notebook, her face expressionless except for the tips of her ears, which were red.

Liu Xiangyang smiled and wrote on the note: "It's late at night, I'm afraid female hooligans will bully me."

When Zhao Xiaoman saw the words on the note, she couldn't help but punch him, muttering under her breath, "I'll molest you tonight." Then she snatched the note and stuffed it into her pocket.

Wang Dazhu was still there, sitting in a circle with a few people, talking animatedly with spittle flying everywhere.

"...Everyone saw how cowardly Zhou Zhiming was, right? His legs were weak, and if the security guards hadn't been supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground!"

"Let me tell you, people like this deserve it. They act all respectable in public, but behind your backs they do all sorts of shady things..."

He was speaking enthusiastically when he glanced at Liu Xiangyang and saw Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman stand up and walk out.

Wang Dazhu paused for a moment, his words caught in his throat.

He glanced at the group of people, then at Liu Xiangyang's retreating figure, and quickly waved his hand, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore, let's go eat."

After saying that, he picked up his things and chased after them.

"Hey, Xiangyang, wait for me!"

Liu Xiangyang glanced back at him, but didn't stop walking.

Wang Dazhu caught up in a few steps, squeezed between the two, and started muttering to himself again.

"Xiangyang, did you see that just now? Zhou Zhiming's face was as white as paper! I knew he was no good from the start. He always has that slicked-back hair; it's obviously bourgeois style..."

"Really? How did you figure that out?" Liu Xiangyang stopped and looked at him, asking.

Zhao Xiaoman covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

Wang Dazhu scratched his head: "Don't worry about how I figured it out, I, Wang Dazhu, figured it out anyway."

Wang Dazhu got more and more excited as he spoke: "And that photo, who do you think that woman is? The dean said it was a matter of conduct, so she must have been messing around with some woman, but we just don't know who it is..."

The three arrived at the cafeteria. It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was quite crowded. Liu Xiangyang found a corner seat and sat down. Wang Dazhu sat opposite him, and Zhao Xiaoman sat next to him.

Wang Dazhu held the rice bowl, still talking:

"Xiangyang, do you think this will escalate? Will Zhou Zhiming get expelled? If he does, who will teach our Western medicine class?"

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and ate his rice: "We'll know tomorrow."

"Yeah, that's true..." Wang Dazhu thought for a moment, then leaned closer, "Hey, do you think the woman in that photo might be a nurse at the hospital? I heard Zhou Zhiming is quite familiar with several nurses..."

Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman exchanged a glance.

Zhao Xiaoman lowered her head to eat, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Liu Xiangyang finished the last bite of rice in his bowl and put down his chopsticks.

"Big Pillar".

Wang Dazhu looked up: "Hmm?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at him and said seriously, "I'm quite curious about who the woman in that photo is."

"Aren't you the gossipmonger? Go and find out for us now, and let us know what you find out."

Wang Dazhu was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "That's right, don't you know who I am? I'll go ask around later! There are so many people in the hospital, surely someone knows!"

He stood up, not even bothering to finish his meal, and turned to leave.

After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and said, "Xiangyang, you guys go back first. I'll tell you when I find out!" Then he ran off and disappeared.

Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman looked in the direction he disappeared and exchanged a glance.

Zhao Xiaoman couldn't help but laugh, and Liu Xiangyang laughed too. The two stood up and slowly walked out.

Outside the cafeteria, it was already dark, and the streetlights had just come on, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

Zhao Xiaoman walked beside him, her hand occasionally brushing against his.

After touching him two or three times, she suddenly reached out and grasped his hand.

Liu Xiangyang glanced down, said nothing, and clenched his fist tightly.

The two held hands and slowly walked towards the back of the inpatient department.

Wang Dazhu ran out of the cafeteria and stood at the door, scratching his head.

Where can we ask for information?

He thought for a long time, then suddenly slapped his forehead:

"By the way, someone in the security department must know!"

After saying that, he ran towards the building with the security department.

He ran a few steps and then stopped, glancing back in the direction of the cafeteria.

Then they saw Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman's figures disappear around the corner.

Wang Dazhu scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Why are they walking so fast? What are they going to do?"

However, he quickly put the matter out of his mind and turned to run towards the security office.