Many children, many blessings: Helping classmates' mothers survive the apocalypse

Shen Man's voice grew softer and softer, her ears turning bright red.

Lin Feng remained silent for two seconds, then slowly leaned back in his chair, which was considered tacit consent.

Seeing that Lin Feng did not object, Shen Man sat down on the edge of the bed.

The two were face to face, no more than an arm's length apart.

Then, Shen Man took a deep breath and lifted her long, fair lotus feet.

Her toes were as round and smooth as pearls, and there were still traces of bright red nail polish on her toenails.

She cautiously reached out, arching her foot slightly, and gently placed it on top of her foot.

The atmosphere suddenly became more somber.

Shen Man lowered her head, only the sound of their intertwined breaths filling her ears.

She suddenly remembered an old poem, which vaguely surfaced in her mind:

"A pair of embroidered shoes, revealing half of her newly made-up face."

Slender toes, graceful and flowing, like silent rhythms on a red carpet.

It's like trying out a tune on a musical instrument.

The occasional roars of zombies could be heard outside the window, but inside the room, only a depressing silence remained.

At the same time, at the other end of the corridor, in Bai Bing's room.

Su Qing and Bai Bing sat on the edge of the bed, neither of them speaking first.

Shen Man had been called into the master bedroom for quite some time.

The two exchanged a glance, stood up simultaneously, quietly opened the door, and tiptoed to the master bedroom.

Bai Bing walked in front, with Su Qing following behind, both holding their breath.

They stood on either side, one on the left and one on the right, pressing their ears against the cold door panel.

Whether it was because the door panel had excellent sound insulation, or because Shen Man was too patient,

They couldn't hear anything at all.

This is really strange.

Just as the two of them were frowning, wishing they could stick their ears right into the crack in the door to find out what was going on,

A series of light and casual footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Unfortunately, Su Qing and Bai Bing were completely focused on listening to the sounds inside the door and didn't notice anyone approaching.

Until that clear, questioning voice suddenly rang out in the silent corridor:

"Mom, Teacher Bai, what are you two doing here?"

Su Xiaoxiao was holding a bottle of yogurt in her hand, tilting her head and staring curiously at the two women who were maintaining strange postures.

Startled by the sudden sound, Su Qing and Bai Bing jumped back from the door almost reflexively.

The two looked flustered, and in unison, they bent down to straighten the not-so-disheveled corners of their clothes, trying to hide their embarrassment.

"Ah... Little one..."

Su Qing chuckled dryly, her eyes darting nervously, and she pointed guiltily to the doorknob.

"Mom thought the lock was a little loose, and she and your teacher, Mr. Bai, are discussing how to fix it, right, Mr. Bai?"

"Yes, yes,"

Bai Bing quickly nodded in agreement, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her voice a little weak.

"The lock cylinder on this door seems a bit off; we're listening for any unusual noises inside."

Su Xiaoxiao took a sip of her yogurt, her gaze sweeping suspiciously over the two men's tense faces before finally settling on the tightly closed master bedroom door. She muttered softly:

"To fix a door lock... do I have to put my ear right up to it? Does this door lock think it's in pain?"

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Su Qing and Bai Bing exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming even more interesting.

Su Qing's mind raced, and she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Yes... sometimes the pins in the lock cylinder get stuck, and they make a faint clicking sound, which you can't hear unless you listen very closely."

"right."

Bai Bing picked up the conversation and added in a serious tone:

"This is called the 'stethoscope-style troubleshooting method,' which is based on the principle that 'solids transmit sound better than air,' and it is considered a standard procedure in the lock repair industry."

Su Xiaoxiao blinked, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two adults twice, before slowly raising the yogurt in her hand: "So...did you two figure it out?"

"Not yet," Su Qing coughed lightly, "It's probably nothing serious, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Su Xiaoxiao said "Oh," took another sip of her yogurt, and glanced back and forth between the two of them before suddenly saying something surprising:

"By the way, Mom, Teacher Bai, Brother Lin Feng, and that new auntie, are they also fixing something on the other side of the door?"

He does not mean that.

Although she knew that the situation in the master bedroom was most likely not as Xiao Xiao described, Su Qing's face still flushed red.

Bai Bing's ears were burning. She cleared her throat, put on a stern face, and tried to regain some of her teacher's authority:

"Xiaoxiao, children shouldn't ask so many questions about adult matters. You should go back inside now."

"oh."

Su Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue, hugged the yogurt bottle, and skipped into the second bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The corridor fell silent again.

Bai Bing and Su Qing leaned against the wall, still shaken, and let out a long sigh.

No one knows how incredibly they managed to avert the crisis in those few short seconds.

After a few seconds of silence, the two looked at the master bedroom door at the same time, but there was still no sound coming from inside.

"Do you still want to listen?" Su Qing asked hesitantly.

Bai Bing glanced at her, then turned and walked back.

"There's no need to listen anymore. When Shen Man comes out, we'll find out by investigating in a different way."

Su Qing pursed her lips, thinking that Bai Bing's words made sense, and finally followed her back to the room.

. . .

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng let out a muffled groan, his body tensing and then relaxing.

Shen Man was stunned for a moment, then blushed, silently withdrew her feet, and gently dried them with a corner of a bath towel.

Those two lines of poetry swirled in her mind, then sank away.

"The lotus leaf skirt is cut from the same cloth, and the hibiscus blooms on both sides of her face."

"Is this all you need?"

She asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, his voice low and deep: "Okay. You can go now."

Shen Man nodded, stood up, and walked briskly towards the door.

This time, she didn't look back.

As Shen Man left the master bedroom and was about to return to her chosen room, she heard a "click" and the door at the other end of the corridor suddenly opened.

The next second, Su Qing and Bai Bing rushed over in a hurry and dragged Shen Man back into their room without saying a word.

After the door was closed, Su Qing and Bai Bing tacitly untied the bath towel off Shen Man.

During this process, Shen Man exclaimed in surprise and instinctively tried to reach out to grab the slipping bath towel, but Su Qing quickly grabbed her wrist.

The moment the cover was removed, a vast expanse of indescribably beautiful scenery was completely exposed to the air.

Embarrassed, Shen Man pressed her legs tightly together, her hands barely covering her chest, her cheeks flushed crimson as if they were about to bleed.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's not what you think!"

But at this moment, Su Qing and Bai Bing seemed to be completely blinded by rage and were not listening to Shen Man's explanation at all.