You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao rushed to Shen Jie's side, squatted down to check her knee injury—a shallow scratch had broken her fair skin, leaving a few drops of glistening blood.

"How are you? Does it still hurt?" Xiao Yao asked, his eyes full of worry.

Shen Jie looked down at her wound and frowned: "Hmm, it's just a little scratch, it doesn't hurt too much."

At this moment, Yu Luying softly sang a hymn, trying to help Shen Jie heal her wounds, but this time it had no effect at all.

"Oh no, Dianzi is getting away!" Yu Bo suddenly shouted, raising his hunting rifle.

Xiao Yao turned around and saw that the Earl of Nottingham was already sitting on the back of Joan's motorcycle, with his arms around the woman's waist.

"Screw you, you bastards!" Earl Nottingham made a gesture that was hard to describe as either dashing or rude, and the motorcycle then flew off with a huge turbo roar, soaring over the corridor window.

The locomotive's front end once again emitted that scorching nuclear energy, like a small sun, melting the sealed iron bars and shattering the glass windows.

Xiao Yao ran to the edge of the corridor, craned his neck and looked down. He saw Qiong An's motorcycle land steadily on the school playground and speed away towards the school gate.

"So handsome," Xiao Yao murmured to himself.

He suddenly had a new dream: to own his own motorcycle.

The boy stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the shady trees on the school playground, where the sun hung high, warm and bright.

Just at this moment.

The green filter that had always shrouded my retina disappeared, the sky turned pitch black, and a torrential downpour began, the howling wind roaring like a giant beast in my ears. The windows shook violently from the wind and rain, water droplets quickly sliding down the glass and slowly blurring my vision.

Huh? Glass? Wasn't the glass just shattered by Joan's motorcycle?

Xiao Yao turned around and suddenly felt dizzy.

He shook his head violently, opened his eyes, and was surprised to find himself in an unfamiliar place.

The corridors of the "Great Monastery," that "college entrance exam ammunition depot," have all vanished without a trace.

"Are we back?" Shen Jie looked around and asked hesitantly.

"This seems to be..." Yu Luying said, "Our school's archives?"

"It seems so?" Xiao Yao said, "Are we back to reality? Song Haijian's palace has collapsed?"

The storage room felt rather deserted, with dark red brick walls and floors that looked somewhat old. The room was dimly lit, and the bookshelves were neatly arranged, piled high with books and documents.

Here, the scent of books and ink permeates the air, creating a sense of tranquility and mystery.

Yu Bo walked to a corner and touched the dusty books on the bookshelf.

He brushed away the dust with his fingers, and the writing on it was clearly legible.

The clock on the wall ticked away, accompanied by thunder, sending a chill down one's spine.

“I’m definitely back,” Xiao Yao said with certainty. “My armor and sword are gone, and time has started to flow again.”

"Look what this is!" Shen Jie picked up something shiny from the ground.

“This seems to belong to the Earl of Nottingham.” Xiao Yao took it, held it up in the light, and squinted to examine it. It seemed to be the same gem with mysterious power that was on the hilt of that scimitar, but it was just a fragment. He didn’t know why it had been preserved in the real world.

"Go check on Mr. Song and see if he's alright?" Yu Bo suddenly thought of something.

The group exchanged glances: "Let's go."

The four of them quietly pushed open the door to the document storage room. Xiao Yao and Yu Luying led the way, heading towards Song Haijian's classroom office.

Xiao Yao noticed that Shen Jie's walking posture was still somewhat awkward.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao asked her.

"I..." Shen Jie looked down and checked herself: "My knee still hurts."

Yu Bo turned the mini flashlight around, and the light shone on Shen Jie's knees.

The shallow cuts from the sword blade were clearly visible.

Everyone gasped.

"You need to get a tetanus shot," Yu Bo said, frowning.

"No, the point is... how did this injury flare up again?" Xiao Yao said.

At this moment, Xiao Yao, Shen Jie, and Yu Luying were all thinking about the same thing—the hoof print they saw on Zhou Qi's stomach after leaving Teacher Yao's hall last time, when they lifted Zhou Qi's clothes.

Everyone was at a loss, and they couldn't find anything to help Shen Jie with bandaging and treatment, so they had no choice but to continue moving towards Song Haijian's office.

"Xiao Yao, wouldn't you call this domestic violence?" Yu Bo suddenly made a tasteless joke.

Shen Jie did not speak.

"Let's calculate." Xiao Yao took out his phone and dialed Zhao Xiaomei's number.

The phone rang for a while before the other end answered.

"What's wrong, Brother Xiao Yao? Why did you suddenly call Xiao Mei?" Zhao Xiao Mei's familiar voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

Xiao Yao heard the sound of torrential rain coming from the other end of the phone: "Are you outside?"

"Yes, it is."

"You..." Xiao Yao hesitated for a moment: "Are you alright?"

"What are you talking about? What could possibly be wrong with Xiaomei? I was just joking with you, you didn't take it seriously, did you?" Zhao Xiaomei said with a coquettish smile.

"It's alright, I'm hanging up now." After saying that, Xiao Yao hung up the phone angrily without waiting for Zhao Xiaomei's reply.

Shen Jie glanced at him but didn't ask who he was talking to on the phone.

“I called Zhao Xiaomei,” Xiao Yao said. “It seems she’s alright and knows nothing about what happened tonight.”

“Is that so…” Yu Bo replied casually.

Xiao Yao believed that it was only natural to care about the safety of the people involved after leaving the hall, but Shen Jie thought to herself, "The wound you scratched here has only just begun to scab over, and you're calling to care about another woman right in front of me." She was slightly displeased, but said nothing.

The group arrived at Song Haijian's office. It was pitch black inside, and it didn't look like anyone was there.

Xiao Yao reached out and pushed the office door, but it was locked and wouldn't budge.

Chapter 148 To Remain a Widow or to Remarry?

2023-04-01

Later that day, a torrential downpour began.

The sky seemed to have been torn open, relentlessly pouring icy rain onto the ground.

Visibility was very poor, and it was extremely dark. The rain, like spider silk, was blown sideways by the wind before it reached the ground, seeping under the umbrellas of passersby and completely soaking their clothes.

Old Qin, the gatekeeper, sighed, hunched his neck, and squeezed into the guard room. He carefully checked whether all the windows were locked, and then unfolded a newspaper.

A figure in a black suit suddenly appeared slowly in Grandpa Qin's field of vision, startling him.

"Oh my... Teacher Song? What time is it? Why aren't you home yet?" Grandpa Qin shouted.

"..." Song Haijian seemed not to have heard him, and just walked mechanically and numbly in the rain.

Because he wasn't using an umbrella, his leather shoes, suit, and trousers were completely soaked and clung tightly to his body, as were the few strands of hair on his forehead.

"Teacher Song, why aren't you using an umbrella? Didn't you bring one? I have one here." Grandpa Qin got up shakily, picked up a transparent plastic umbrella from the corner of the wall, ran out of the gatehouse, and handed the umbrella to her.

Song Haijian didn't say anything, didn't accept the umbrella, and didn't refuse. Instead, he completely ignored Grandpa Qin and walked out with his briefcase in his hand.

Grandpa Qin saw his eyes; there were no pupils, only the whites of his eyes.

"Oh dear—" Old Master Qin was shocked and took three steps back.

At this moment, Song Haijian had already opened the side gate of the school and disappeared from Grandpa Qin's sight.

Grandpa Qin chased after him, holding an umbrella: "Teacher Song! Teacher Song!"

He wanted to run up to Song Haijian again and see if he was just seeing things through his eyes, which were mostly white. But he didn't have the courage.

He hesitated, then returned to his reception room and picked up the rotary dial phone on the table, but for a moment he didn't know who to call in this situation.

Or, how about we call the principal?

I'll call...

The sound of a large truck horn came from not too far away.

In urban areas, honking is generally prohibited.

These truck drivers are truly reckless and lawless.

As usual, the old man sighed about how times had changed before returning to his duty room.

Then the old man saw four people, two men and two women, sneaking out of the school.

"Stop! What are you doing? How did you get in?" Old Master Qin shouted.

Of the four people, three looked like students, and the other was an adult.

Grandpa Qin recognized the high school boy who was leading the group.

"Hello, Uncle Qin." The boy greeted him with a grin, then nudged the adult man next to him: "Smoke, smoke."

"It's you again," said Grandpa Qin.

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