They are in their final year of high school and are heavily dependent on me.

I might as well just pretend to be a wrongly accused student, and then...

"Teacher, everything I said is true."

"Sigh, then tell me, why is Zhihan crying? I've been taking care of her for two years, and I've never seen her cry before."

"So, it rained a little last night."

Do you think the teacher believes that?

"You'll have to ask Zhihan. I don't know why she's crying. I'm just someone who's there to comfort her."

Ni Shijie sighed. If he could get the answer from Li Zhihan, would he need to ask him?!

Li Zhihan is good at everything, excelling in academics and sports, but she just can't open her mouth.

He had been Li Zhihan's homeroom teacher for two years before he could barely get her to nod or shake her head in response.

"Why are you crying?" Suddenly, Lin Mo looked at Li Zhihan, who had been silently standing beside him.

Teacher Ni shook her head and smiled. Sigh, as expected, another teenage boy who's been chasing after her to the top class. Even Li Zhihan, with her personality, doesn't know about such private matters. Asking her is useless.

Young comrade, you're still too young!

Ni Shijie was prepared to transfer Lin Mo to Class One, no matter how Lin Mo explained.

"Teacher, could I borrow some paper and a pen?"

"Huh? What do you do?"

"Let her talk."

"?"

"Zhihan isn't unable to speak, she just doesn't want to. Even if you give her paper and a pen, it won't help."

Ni Shijie was halfway through his sentence when he saw Li Zhihan actually pull out paper and pen from her little schoolbag!

Not

Then, he saw his top student, whom he had painstakingly nurtured for two years with round-the-clock care, writing neatly on the paper:

"Because I thought you were angry with me."

"..." Ni Shijie rubbed his eyes, confirming that it was true.

For a moment, the middle-aged teacher was filled with mixed feelings. He was happy that Li Zhihan could finally "speak normally," but he was also saddened that the girl seemed to have been kidnapped by a young boy.

This sentence sounds exactly like a young couple playfully teasing each other.

He had no way to explain this to Old Man Li!

Fortunately, Lin Mo's next words dispelled his sorrow:

"We're pure, pure best friends, um...good friends, right?"

Li Zhihan hesitated for a moment. She didn't really understand what Lin Mo meant by male best friends not recognizing the meaning of good friends, and she didn't want to lie.

But she saw Lin Mo take a carton of milk out of his pocket.

"Teacher, would you like some milk? This is the only carton I have."

“No, no, you kids can drink.” Ni Shijie naturally refused Lin Mo’s bribe.

“Oh—then I’ll drink it myself,” Lin Mo deliberately prolonged his tone.

"!"

Li Zhihan immediately lost her temper and stopped writing, nodding her head hurriedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"Right? We're just good friends, besties?" Lin Mo confirmed again.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm," Li Zhihan nodded, adding a cute vibrato.

"Teacher, see, I didn't lie." Lin Mo shrugged and smiled helplessly at his homeroom teacher. "It was just a misunderstanding. We had some issues yesterday. She thought I was angry, so I went to comfort her."

Ni Shijie: "."

"Zhihan, is what Lin Mo said true?" Teacher Ni asked herself.

Li Zhihan glanced at him, then at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was shaking the milk around aimlessly:

"Huh? Where's my straw? Oh, here it is."

"Mmm!" Li Zhihan bit her lower lip and nodded quite seriously.

"Alright. You've finally made some good friends. Your dad must be very happy." Seeing this, Ni Shijie gave up questioning and waved for them to leave.

"Lin Mo, if you have any difficulties in your new class, you can come to the teacher. The teacher misunderstood you this time."

"Thank you, teacher!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

After leaving the office, Li Zhihan had two cartons of milk in her hand—one as a basic gift, and two as a reward.

The girl was quite happy; she actually got two boxes! So happy she forgot she was a bit socially awkward, and calmly followed Lin Mo into the classroom.

Meanwhile, class had already begun in the classroom, and the English teacher's bee was buzzing loudly.

"Fire! Stand up, please!"

"Huh? Teacher? What are you saying?"

"Sigh, the teacher wants you to stand up. Come on, answer this question: why is the answer C?" The English teacher switched to Chinese with great frustration.

"Hmm, why did you choose C?" Guo Huowang grabbed Li Yu's English test paper, looking it over from top to bottom, but his mind was filled with the thought of Han Shen taking Lin Mo away. He wished it were him; he couldn't even imagine how awesome it would be.

He was about to ask Xie Oubao, who spoke better English, for help when he saw Lin Mo appear at the back door.

And what about Han Shen, who was carrying two boxes of milk?

How could we come back together?!

"Wang Defa NoNoNoDamn!!" Guo Huowang screamed, his jaw dropping as he clutched his head in disbelief.

"What are you saying, child!"

The English teacher stepped down from the platform to reprimand the group, only to discover a corpse lying in the middle of the path. She nearly stepped on it.

"God has returned," Han Zhiheng, lying on the ground, said hoarsely.

The students in the class all turned to look at the back door, and Lin Mo and Li Zhihan, who were trying to sneak in, were caught red-handed.

"Uh, Goodmorning?" Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh awkwardly when he was stared at.

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Chapter 27 Li Zhihan longs for that

Li Zhihan sat quietly by the window, her slender, pale fingers caressing the milk carton. Before she knew it, she had lifted all four corners of the carton.

Her gaze drifted to the window, her thoughts wandering.

"Wait a minute, I'll distract you. You can slip back to your seat. If you feel unwell, just drink your milk; there's plenty for today."

A few minutes ago, Lin Mo whispered these words to Li Zhihan at the back door of the classroom.

She didn't realize what was happening at the time, only remembering the words "slip back to your position," and then followed her instincts.

Once I was out of the spotlight from my classmates' eager gazes, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief in my little corner.

right now,

The girl glanced back subtly, as if slicing through a cool, serene canvas with a captivating, almost surreptitious, gaze—

But what they saw was Lin Mo, with an English book on his head, standing at the back of the classroom as punishment, along with the laughing Guo Huowang and the dejected Han Zhiheng.

The reason he was punished by standing was because he shouted "Report!" loudly when he entered the classroom, startling the teacher, without explaining why he was late.

Then, he rushed up to the teacher and, right in front of the teacher, knocked Guo Huowang to the ground. Han Zhiheng was crawling on the dark ground, clinging to the teacher's shoe.

The whole classroom was noisy, with bursts of laughter coming one after another.

The English teacher was almost brought to tears, so he quickly apologized, saying he got too excited and it was his first time teaching an English class in the honors class.

In the end, the teacher still punished the three of them by making them stand at the back of the classroom.

Until these comical scenes flashed through Li Zhihan's mind like a revolving lantern,

She then realized that all he had done was just for that one sentence: "I'll draw your attention, you can just slip back to your seat."

It turned out that he had known all her secrets all along; he seemed to know everything about her—what she liked, what she disliked, and what she feared.

If it weren't for this farce, she probably would have stayed outside the classroom, lost in thought, for the entire period, or perhaps two or three, until the people in the classroom temporarily forgot she existed and stopped crowding around to ask her where she'd been, what she'd done, or what had happened the night before.

In this sweltering summer, even spending a short time outdoors is clearly very uncomfortable.

When the scorching heat washes over your skin, bringing out sticky, acidic sweat, it feels a lot like being surrounded by a crowd of people talking amongst themselves—both are incredibly hot and stifling.

She hates heat, she hates temperature.

Because her heart cannot be warmed; the enthusiasm from the outside world will only burn her.

Only the warmth that surged through her heart as she drank this carton of milk was enough to make her forget the disturbances of the outside world.

But even though she hadn't drunk anything yet, somehow, after someone who understood her appeared, a subtle warmth began to linger and tickle in her heart.

It was as if someone was carrying the burden for her, telling her that she could live a little more freely.

The curiosity she had felt for him, which had been suppressed for a long time, resurfaced in her mind.

Why does he know himself so well?

Why was he able to take care of her in a way that made her feel most comfortable from the very first time they met?

Why is it that his milk, which tastes so good, can easily make him happy, yet also easily make him cry uncontrollably?

When she was little, her father took her to see a psychologist. The doctor said she had stress-induced tear incontinence, as well as autism and depression. Fortunately, the symptoms were balanced out, which allowed her to live a normal life.

At that time, the doctor said something about 'psychology no longer existing,' and knelt down to beg my father if he could write a paper about her.

Therefore, in her memory, she didn't cry much after her mother passed away.

The rest, she didn't understand, and didn't want to understand.

All I know is that she's very timid, so she'd already cried all her tears out. And becoming a calm person probably requires shedding a lot of tears.

"call"

The gentle breeze outside the window and her breathing were perfectly in sync. Li Zhihan, just looking at the milk carton in front of her, felt an overwhelming urge to taste it, even before she had taken a bite.

Is it because the milk tastes good, or because this milk is closely related to someone who might understand and appreciate her?

Because this correlation is only a possible correlation,

Therefore, she felt an unbearable itch and longing in her heart.

What are they longing for?

Lost in thought, the girl's furtive gaze gradually shifted to the back of the classroom, where she rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head, and gazed intently at the back of the classroom with captivating eyes.

She's looking at me.

Han Zhiheng, who was standing as punishment with his Nike shoes on his head, was the first to notice this peculiar gaze, and his voice trembled involuntarily.

"God, God is watching me!" he roared hoarsely, leaving Lin Mo and Guo Huowang beside him completely bewildered.

"What the heck?" Guo Huowang, with one hand supporting his English book on his head and the other picking his nose, glanced in the direction Han Zhiheng was looking.

"What the hell?"

Guo Huowang swore this was the first time he had ever seen Li Zhihan sitting like this—a slightly turned body, chin resting on her hand, a languid yet captivating gaze.

His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"You're talking nonsense! You're clearly looking at me!" Guo Huowang immediately retorted, laughing heartily. Damn, he could brag about this for a year. Just one look at Han Shen made him feel like he was ascending to heaven!

"Ok?"

Lin Mo was a little slow to react. He was still thinking about how to reconcile with his English teacher. It was indeed a bit far-fetched to knock out his best friend right in front of her upon their first meeting.

But he knew that in Class Two, it was commonplace for a guy to take down a girl, though it might be a little unusual for the teachers.