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Join the ServerThat being said, Zhang Shulan didn’t dare to step forward and interrupt.
Song Qinghuan’s status had long been officially recognized by Queen Dai Fanghua. As the principal, there were aspects where she truly had no authority over her.
At that moment, the teacher on the podium closed her textbook, slowly scanned the classroom, and finally fixed her gaze on the back row.
The corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile as she pointed toward Lin Shishi. “That student with twin ponytails and a red dress—yes, you. The very cute classmate. Could you please stand up and continue reading from where I paused? Read the next paragraph for everyone.”
Lin Shishi was completely stunned.
Just moments ago, all her attention had been focused on resisting that annoying yet teasing sensation at her waist. She had no idea where the teacher had stopped.
Panicked, she looked at Song Qinghuan for help.
Song Qinghuan, however, remained perfectly composed, as always.
It seemed she could always multitask—two or even three things at once.
The moment the teacher’s gaze turned their way, she had already quickly glanced at the textbook. Now, her index finger precisely pointed to a spot in the text, and in a lazy voice only the two of them could hear, she said, “Here. Start reading from ‘At the end of the peach grove, there was a mountain’.”
Lin Shishi’s face flushed so red it seemed ready to drip blood.
She timidly stood up, her hands trembling as she held the textbook.
As she rose, her skirt fluttered slightly, and she hurriedly pressed it down with her hand.
She lowered her head, staring at the line on the page, her voice soft and delicate, carrying an obvious tremor. “At the end of the peach grove, there was a mountain, and the mountain had a small opening that seemed to have light. So he abandoned his boat and went in through the opening. At first it was very narrow, barely enough for a person…”
Reading up to this point, she inexplicably paused, her cheeks reddening even more.
The air around them seemed to freeze for a moment.
“After walking dozens more steps,” she took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice, “it suddenly… suddenly became open and bright.”
Lin Shishi’s voice grew softer and softer.
Her face was already completely red.
The reason… was actually quite simple.
First, that wicked Song Qinghuan had been bullying her, tickling her waist… after all, she was extremely sensitive to touch…
Second… the content… reading it felt so strange.
And Lin Shishi was a girl whose body and nerves were both extremely sensitive…
Her mind immediately jumped to conclusions, and she suddenly felt as if she were being pranked.
Her childhood shyness took over once again… she felt like everyone around her was mocking her…
So her voice changed, becoming both trembling and breathy.
Low laughter rippled through the classroom like waves, carrying unspoken mischief.
The young female teacher on the podium naturally noticed something was off.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze falling on Lin Shishi—the girl stood stiffly, her small feet in high heels rubbing against each other uneasily.
Behind her frameless glasses, the teacher’s eyes flickered with understanding, quickly masked by a warm smile.
“Hey, if you’re going to read, don’t make it sound like you’re panting… hmm?” Song Qinghuan leaned over and whispered.
“Alright, alright, this classmate, please sit down.” The teacher spoke up at the right moment, her voice gentle, breaking the subtle standoff.
She pushed up her glasses, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Are you feeling unwell? Your face is very red.”
“Mm… a little… thank you, teacher—” the girl said, blushing.
Lin Shishi felt her head buzzing, embarrassment flooding over her like a tidal wave.
She almost collapsed back into her seat, then dropped forward onto the cold desk, burying her burning cheeks deep in her arms.
Her twin ponytails hung pitifully by her ears, revealing a flushed nape.
Zhang Shulan, sitting in the back row, smacked her lips and tilted her head in confusion.
“It’s just an ancient text—what’s there to be shy about?” she muttered to herself.
Finally, the bell rang for class to end.
Students poured out of the classroom like a tide.
Lin Shishi had to be half-carried, half-supported by Song Qinghuan.
“Can you still walk, my little cutie?” Song Qinghuan whispered in her ear. “How did reading a text make you so flustered?”
Lin Shishi bit her lip and softly hummed in reply.
She leaned almost half her body weight against Song Qinghuan.
Zhang Shulan waited until everyone had left before slowly strolling over to where they had been sitting.
She sniffed the air.
Then she couldn’t help but murmur to herself.
***
Just as the two girls arrived at the dormitory building, the phone in Lin Shishi’s bag rang.
She pulled it out—it was her mother Lin Mo’s number.
But when she answered, a strange female voice came through.
“Is this Lin Shishi? Your mother Lin Mo was in a car accident. She’s now in the inpatient building of Yu Gang Sheng Qiao Hospital, room 105. You’d better come as soon as possible.”
Lin Shishi froze instantly. The phone slipped from her palm, but Song Qinghuan caught it with quick reflexes.
“What’s wrong? Who was that?” Song Qinghuan was startled to see Lin Shishi’s face turn pale and her eyes quickly fill with tears.
“Mom… Mom was in a car accident, she’s at the hospital…”
Lin Shishi’s tears burst forth like a dam, rolling down her smooth cheeks and dripping onto the back of her hand, which was clutching her skirt.
Her small nose quickly turned red from crying, her lips trembled, and she looked as if all strength had been drained from her, swaying unsteadily.
Song Qinghuan immediately dropped all her playful demeanor, her expression becoming serious and concerned.
With one hand firmly supporting Lin Shishi and the other holding the phone, she pressed for details. “Which hospital? How serious is it?”
“Sheng… Sheng Qiao Hospital…”
Lin Shishi sobbed in reply.
“Don’t panic, we’ll go right now.”
Song Qinghuan made an immediate decision. Holding Lin Shishi, she turned and walked toward the school gate, not even bothering to go back to the dorm to drop off their things.
At the school gate, they hailed a taxi.
After Song Qinghuan gave the address, the female driver curiously glanced at the two girls through the rearview mirror.
In the car, Song Qinghuan was unusually quiet.
She just tightly held Lin Shishi’s cold little hand, gently stroking her knuckles with her thumb, trying to offer some warmth and comfort.
Lin Shishi leaned against the window, watching the rapidly receding street scenes, tears silently flowing.
The car soon arrived at the outpatient building of Sheng Qiao Hospital.
Lin Shishi hurriedly fumbled for her wallet, but Song Qinghuan paid first.
“With your mistress here, when is it your turn to pay?” Song Qinghuan’s tone carried an undeniable authority, then softened. “Be good, keep your money. Auntie might need it.”
The two got out of the car hastily.
Lin Shishi and Song Qinghuan jogged all the way, drawing sidelong glances from many passing medical staff and patients’ families.
The focus of their eyes fell almost exclusively on Lin Shishi.
Her outfit—a red mini skirt, twin ponytails, a leg band, and little bells—stood out glaringly in this place, exuding a flamboyant, youthful sexiness that clashed with her surroundings.
The girl could feel those gazes like needles pricking her skin—from her exposed shoulders, to her heaving chest, to her waist, and then to her snow-white long legs and feet under the short skirt.
She bit her lower lip in chagrin, suddenly realizing she hadn’t even changed clothes before rushing out.
‘It’s over…’ she wailed internally.
But now that it had come to this, her mother’s injury was the most important thing. The embarrassment had to be forcibly suppressed.
As for what her mother would think when she saw her dressed like this… well, let fate decide.
“Which way is Room 105?” Song Qinghuan asked, looking at the sign.
“It… it should be this way,” Lin Shishi pointed toward a corridor.
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