Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1385 Questions
When Li Shiping rushed into the principal's office, panting, taking three steps at a time, he only saw Principal Cao staring blankly at the glass door on the left.
"Where is everyone?" Li Shiping looked at the empty office.

"Who are you looking for?" Principal Cao shouted at Li Shiping impatiently, then waved his hand, "Come here, come here, let's have a good talk, a proper chat."

Li Shiping pushed open the door and walked in. He looked around, made sure no one was there, and waved to Principal Cao: "It's getting late, so I won't disturb Principal's dinner any longer. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.

I was careless. I was actually fooled by Yan Xu. That kid must have seen the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him. He must be secretly happy about it.

Cao Xiao watched his figure pass by the window, leaned back in his chair, and glanced at the glass door on the left: "Come out."

"Look what you've done! Spreading rumors and delaying my meal!" Principal Cao said, looking at the smiling boy at the table. "You still have the nerve to smile? Do you think everyone is like you?"

“If someone like me is doing the same thing, wouldn’t that make you look good?” Zheng Yifan laughed. “Isn’t this misunderstanding just proof that you’re good at running the school?”

Cao Xiaochong glanced at Zheng Yifan, then patted his own shoulder. Zheng Yifan immediately understood, went behind him, and gently massaged his shoulder.

"Let it go this time. But don't let it happen again." Cao Xiao closed his eyes slightly. "A little heavier on the left. Hmm, a little heavier."

Xiao Fan's words make sense; a misunderstanding is the best outcome.

Thankfully it was just a misunderstanding!

What are these young girls thinking about all day? They copy song lyrics to read, they're so idle. And they use such pretty stationery, they don't know how to save money. When they were little, they used paper that had been erased eight times and was no longer usable to copy lyrics.

Sigh, and then there's Yang Yi. He could have just played the song, but he had to say a whole bunch of sentimental things. Cao Xiao sighed slightly. He just didn't understand young people these days.

The comfort on her shoulder made her slightly open her eyes: "Yang Yi knows you're here?"

Zheng Yifan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again: "He must be missing me on his own."

Cao Xiao glared at Zheng Yifan and snorted, "Why did you come today? Don't you guys have exams?"

"It's not like the college entrance exam."

"speak nicely!"

"The exams are over this morning, and I'll be studying this afternoon," Zheng Yifan said with a smile. "I just missed you. If I didn't come, who would massage these old arms and shoulders of yours?"

Cao Xiao raised his hand and patted the hand on his shoulder: "It's good that you still remember."

Zheng Yifan's laughter echoed in the room: "Of course."

Amidst that hearty laughter, Principal Cao suddenly realized something: what a coincidence that Xiao Fan came today and happened to see them looking at letters—no, lyrics—in the teaching building!

Has this kid been listening to some rumors?

"What's the plan after lunch? Shall we go check on the classrooms?"

Hmm? Zheng Yifan was slightly taken aback, then replied, "I will follow your arrangements."

"Alright then," Cao Xiao closed his eyes slightly, "Shall we go back tomorrow?"

"Let's go to the city tomorrow at noon."

Cao Xiao nodded, and the room fell silent.

Yang Yi's voice came from outside:

"When the last raindrop falls, the sunlight catches all the moisture, and so, those memories of rain and of you are gradually lifted up by the years and painted into a curved rainbow on the horizon."

Let's listen together to the last song of the day—"Rainbow." May all our worries, once dampened by raindrops, transform into a dazzling rainbow in the gentle spring breeze and the beautiful twilight, illuminating the night before dawn.

Zheng Yifan couldn't help but look out the window. When did Yang Yi become so sentimental? This wasn't like him at all.

How could he possibly write such beautiful words?!

Sentimental trigger? He didn't believe it! There was definitely someone in high demand!
"If you love, don't pretend; if you're lost, don't be lost; no matter what the future holds, you must stay strong..." Hearing the lyrics drifting in from outside the window, Zheng Yifan couldn't help but shudder. This song was definitely something wrong!
Zheng Yifan couldn't help but laugh again. Hehe, how could he forget that Yang Yi's very interesting "sister" was also in the second year of high school (5)!

Music appreciation! How could this "little plague god" even think of such a thing! She even told Principal Cao that if she got first place in the whole school this time, this matter would be over and she wouldn't mention it to the teacher!

She thinks she's some kind of genius! She thinks she's him!

But Cao Xiao actually agreed!

He was about to push the door open and come out, but then he pulled his hand back and looked through the frosted glass at several blurry figures standing like stakes against the wall.

“That little one,” Zheng Yifan began, but then changed his mind, “that He Shiling is a bit spoiled and arrogant.”

Cao Xiao hummed in agreement.

"What's your relationship with her? Why are you so indulgent with her? She won't call you 'uncle' either, will she?"

Zheng Yifan's words made Cao Xiao open his eyes and look at him.

"Did I hit the nail on the head?" Zheng Yifan was a little puzzled. "Don't you only have my mother as your sister? Could it be that your grandmother has an illegitimate daughter?"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Principal Cao leaned back in his chair again. "Old He, my high school classmate, my bunkmate back then. Any more questions?"

"Oh," Zheng Yifan replied, "That's all."

That's it!

He's a classmate's child, so he can find excuses to bully her all he wants from now on. He won't even look at her anymore, haha!
As for "her," should he meet her or not? The thread-bound Song Dynasty poems she wanted still hadn't been found, and Zheng Yifan's smile unconsciously faded slightly.

He Shiling, who had been tricked, was surrounded by several people who flattered her as they walked.

"Little Lingzi, can you really get first place?" "Little Lingzi, you actually dared to negotiate with Principal Cao." "Little Lingzi, why aren't you afraid of Principal Cao?" "Little Lingzi, you're too bold."

"Stop." He Shiling interrupted them, looking at Ling Mengchu. "Shouldn't you give me a proper explanation of what happened?"

Ling Mengchu rubbed her nose and hugged He Shiling tightly: "I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you the truth, I'll tell you everything."

“That’s how it is.” Ling Mengchu handed over the chopsticks in her hand. “I didn’t expect that Cao would find out today.”

He Shiling raised her hand to her forehead: "Let's eat first."

The letter to "the substitute"—no, Ah Jie—was mistakenly signed "Xiao Yu" at the end, and he's made this mistake four times already! The letter to Ke Mengnan was signed with both her and his own names, and even included copied lyrics and Xiao Yu's essays?!

Now, he must have received it too!

Honestly, He Shiling was both amused and exasperated. "She" wrote him a letter! What would he think?

big head!

There are too many people and too many eyes around here, let's talk about it after we finish eating.

The meal was eaten in silence, each person preoccupied with their own thoughts.

“Xiao Lingzi, you won’t blame me, will you?” Ling Mengchu tugged at He Shiling’s arm. “You were all busy back then, and I was the only one free, so I just wrote it on a whim.”

He Shiling looked at Ling Mengchu without saying a word.

I just hope I won't "bump into" him again when I go home at the end of the month!
“Xiaoyu has forgiven me,” Ling Mengchu shook He Shiling’s arm. “You’re not still blaming me, are you?”

He Shiling looked at Ling Mengchu: "So what are you thinking now, about the substitute, about A-Jie and A-Nan?"

Ah, Nan? That boy who blushes, that boy who smiles the moment he sees her—this nickname is quite unexpected!
"Ah Nan?" He Shiling suddenly realized that Ling Mengchu's ability to guess Ke Mengnan's name and even find a substitute on campus was a big problem.

“I don’t have any thoughts,” Ling Mengchu looked at He Shiling with her innocent big eyes. “Anan is yours. As for Ajie, we were just looking at him as scenery back then. Now, as Xiaoyu said, we can make friends through writing and become pen pals.”

He Shiling stared intently at Ling Mengchu. Mengmeng knew what she was talking about. What did she mean, that Anan was hers? When did he become hers? How could he possibly be hers?
She had only "bumped into" him a few times!