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Chapter 101 Get Out of Here (Vote Requested!)

Under the slanting rays of the setting sun.

Sunlight stubbornly pierced through the gaps in the already yellowing leaves, falling on the handsome young man's obviously nervous smile.

"Wow!!"

"I confessed my feelings!"

"Isn't this Teacher Lin! The beautiful new teacher I told you about!"

"Wait a minute, a student confessing their feelings to a teacher? Is this some kind of big deal?"

The crowd became even more chaotic and disorderly, filled with countless screams from girls and jeering from boys.

Gu Huai didn't understand why, whenever something happened, he could hear girls screaming and boys cheering.

There are always some distinctive characteristics in both genders.

He hadn't thought anything of it before; he wasn't one of them and didn't feel anything about it. But now, these sounds had become so jarring that his ears could hardly bear them.

My temples felt like they were throbbing, as if telling me that my blood pressure was soaring.

Lin Jiang was standing at the door when she stopped.

The crowd she faced was considerable, including cameras pointed directly at her.

It seems that in everyone's eyes, this is a story destined to remain at the school, a story that can be savored for a long time, and a good topic of conversation at drinking parties.

After all, they looked so well-matched.

But have they forgotten something?

"Wait a minute, isn't that Teacher Lin? She even taught our class!"

"A new teacher? But he's still much older than Zhou Xian, isn't he?"

"So what if she's a few years older? Teacher Lin is so beautiful, would she possibly wrong Zhou Xian?"

"No, does our school allow teacher-student relationships?"

"Isn't Zhou Xian about to graduate? Strictly speaking, he's already a senior. Shouldn't he be considered a senior?"

"What if we punish Teacher Lin?"

"Zhou Xian is so rich, he should..."

Some seemed to have come to their senses, but they were all overshadowed by the stunning scene and seemingly romantic plot. It was as if all golden rules should give way in the face of so-called 'true love'.

Their cheers seemed even more enthusiastic than those of the person involved, as if they had already predetermined the ending and nature of this confession.

But gradually, they began to notice something strange.

The woman standing at the door, dressed in a white dress and looking as beautiful as a movie star, hesitated to accept the flowers from Zhou Xian; she didn't even respond. Her expression was indifferent, even overly calm.

It was as if the confession wasn't directed at her, but merely a fleeting encounter, and she wasn't even a part of it.

Sweat beaded on Zhou Xian's forehead from nervousness. His expectant gaze and his initial confidence began to waver as time passed.

Teacher Lin

He couldn't help but call out to the other person again, only to find that the other person's eyes were not on him.

where is it?

Her gaze seemed to transcend herself and the crowd, landing on some void? Or was she actually quite nervous, feeling somewhat lost, which was why...?
"Give way."

Then strange noises and inexplicable collisions began to occur in the crowd.

My shoulders were bumped, my arms were shoved, and my body was pushed to the side.

This matter was not obvious at first; it seemed to be just a busybody who wanted to get closer to the center of the scene, like someone who wanted to climb a step higher to get closer to the temple during a pilgrimage.

His voice grew fainter and fainter, as if swallowed by the sea of ​​people. But his figure drew ever closer to the center.

Zhou Xian was unaware of the changes behind the scenes.

He suddenly realized that the woman in front of him, whom he regarded as a goddess, surpassed all the young girls he had ever seen in the school, gradually began to smile.

Is this a sign that she's ready to open her heart and accept herself?

He also wanted to laugh, to match her smile, which was as radiant as blooming flowers.

But inexplicably, her heart skipped a beat, because she hadn't looked at her from beginning to end, not even now, so why was she laughing?
"Forest"

He tried to draw the other person's attention back, but before he could speak, before he could raise the flowers in his hand, he was still unable to do so.

A hand appeared out of nowhere in his sight, almost brushing past his shoulder and his face, before reaching out to her, who should be like a snow lotus on a high mountain, untouchable and unattainable by anyone.

He subconsciously straightened up, turned his head, and wanted to see who was so inconsiderate at this moment, trying to ruin such a romantic moment. How could everything he had carefully prepared be destroyed by an accident?
But he only had time to half turn around.

He only had time to catch a glimpse of an ordinary face in his field of vision, but before he could even remember what the person looked like or feel a sense of unfamiliarity, he noticed the man's eyes. They were sharp, like the razor blades he used to play with as a child, the kind that would always inadvertently cut his skin.

Then, to his astonishment, the hand reached past him and deftly extended towards the woman in the white dress.

The woman seemed to sense something and raised her hand as well.

This scene is so familiar.

Because Zhou Xian had imagined it so many times—he would carefully prepare the best flowers, come to the teaching building on the day she had class, meticulously arrange his confession, see the unexpected surprise on her face, and then she would reach out and gratefully accept his flowers.

"Snapped."

But without any warning.

Those fair, slender hands, perfectly suited for playing the piano, were pressed together with an utterly unfamiliar hand, and then, in a scene almost frozen in time, she watched in disbelief—

Hold on tight.

"Eh?!"

"what's the situation?!"

"who is this?"

"Holy crap!! They're holding hands! They're holding hands!!!"

Zhou Xian's mind went completely blank.

He couldn't believe that such an ordinary man was standing right in front of him, holding his goddess's hand tightly!
Not only was his mind blank, but the flowers he held in his hands also seemed to suddenly grow into thorns, piercing his palms and then withering instantly with his own blood.

"you!"

He seemed to understand something in an instant.

But they couldn't believe it, and couldn't accept believing what was happening before their eyes, especially with so many people watching.

The gasps of surprise from those around them came in waves.

They had all forgotten how this man had personally pried them open and allowed him to slip inside.

They only knew that unexpected plot twists and surprises had suddenly appeared. They didn't understand the situation, but simply felt that it was more exciting and dramatic.

"Is this even possible?! Holy crap, how many likes can you get on a Douyin video?"

"It's like a script! No, is this really not a short drama? I'm asking you!!"

"Oh dear, Zhou Xian, what are we going to do? This whole truckload of money must be expensive!"

"Can't you tell? Teacher Lin is already taken!"

Pushing through the crowd, Gu Huai ignored the surrounding chatter as he automatically entered the sea of ​​people. In fact, his heart was pounding so hard that he could barely hear any other sound; it all sounded like the roar of an engine.

But it is probably at times like these that the power of imagination is truly ignited.

There was no preparation or prior arrangement.

He only saw her eyes more clearly as he got closer to the woman.

Her smile grew more and more pronounced, convincing him that it was because of him.

So even without any experience or script prompts, he simply reached out his hand to her based on his intuition.

Then, I was held.

As he led the woman away, preparing to leave the onlookers without a word, he...

Zhou Xian took a step to the side, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, and his previous handsomeness seemed to gradually turn into ferocity.

Perhaps he himself didn't know why he did this; he just created this scene to try and control the woman by influencing her, but he wasn't prepared to be controlled by the atmosphere in return and be unable to back down.

So he had no choice but to take this step.

It was almost a accusatory tone, without any clear stance, and sounded like a growl.

"Who the hell are you!"

Gu Huai's heart was pounding, and his muscles were tense.

This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a situation and faced such a confrontation. However, he remained calmer and clearer than he had expected.

He held Lin Jiang's hand, his face cold, his eyes fixed on Zhou Xian, whose face was contorted with rage.

There was nothing obstructing my throat, but I only wanted to say two words.

"Go away."

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(End of this chapter)