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I called the roll even though I wasn't a class officer. Who did I offend?
But who could resist a teacher?
I gritted my teeth and decided to go for it. Under the countless piercing gazes, I walked up to the podium. The roll call took less than two minutes, but it felt like an eternity of torment.
Especially from Zhang Mengdi; her gaze seemed like it could devour me whole.
After finishing the roll call, I quickly set down the attendance sheet and prepared to return to my seat, but Lin Xiuyu had no intention of letting me off that easily. "Youmai Vegetable, I'm teaching Practical Training this class, and you will be my assistant."
What?
I widened my eyes and stammered, "W-what is Practical Training? What does an English class have to do with Practical Training?"
"This class will cover business etiquette, focusing on the self-cultivation of a secretary," Lin Xiuyu said calmly as she opened her lesson plan, looking at me with a serious expression. "You will pretend to be my secretary."
"No, no, no! Absolutely not! My English is terrible; I'm just a poor student! Please let me off!"
"A good teacher should turn a poor student into an excellent one. Choosing you is representative. You have five minutes to review the textbook content; just cooperate with me during the demonstration."
"Teacher Lin, I'm also a poor student! I can help you!" Seeing my reluctance, Zhang Mengdi quickly raised her hand.
But Lin Xiuyu ignored her completely and told me, "Start preparing."
Rice, noticing my displeasure, curiously asked, "Mommy, what does it mean to be his secretary?"
With so many eyes on me, I couldn't answer. Rice guessed it wasn't anything good and pouted angrily. "Hmph! I'll tell Daddy!"
"Rice!" I called out urgently. Su Anrong had instructed him not to leave my side for even a moment; how could he just walk away?
The classroom fell even quieter after my outburst.
"Are you hungry?" Lin Xiuyu asked me with a smile that seemed both amused and teasing.
I stared at him, trying to find some flaw in his expression, but in the end, I saw nothing.
Could it be that he really couldn't see Rice? Could he really not be a ghost? But if he wasn't a ghost, how could he look so much like the person in the photo? Was he a descendant of that person?
"No, I just wanted to ask you how to say the word Rice in English. Secretaries sometimes have to order food for their bosses, right?"
"Rice, but it's rarely used when actually talking about eating."
Next, Lin Xiuyu handed me a script he had prepared in advance. Although my grades weren't great, I could still understand these basic things. The gist of the script was that the secretary wanted to seduce the boss. At first, the boss remained indifferent, but within just two rounds, he was already bowing down to the secretary's charm.
What is this nonsense? Lin Xiuyu, as a teacher, how could you write something like this? Don't you think it's quite tasteless?
"I'm not performing," I angrily threw the script back at him.
"Youmai Vegetable, this is a negative teaching material. Nowadays, people prefer to watch negative things; positive content hardly gets any attention," Lin Xiuyu said, but suddenly his expression changed.
At that moment, I also sensed something was off; it felt like the ground was shaking.
All the students felt it too. I even saw the chalk on the podium rolling around, and some students' water bottles were wobbling on their desks.
With a loud "bang," a cup fell to the floor, ringing like an alarm bell in everyone's hearts.
"Earthquake! Everyone get out quickly!"
The students immediately turned into chaos, rushing for the exit. Many people from other classrooms were already running out. I felt a bit dazed; how did an earthquake happen so suddenly?
"Wheat, hurry up!" Gao Lele shouted at me while running, but my mind felt blank. My legs couldn't muster any strength; my whole body swayed with the shaking ground.
Everything in front of me seemed to spin around, and my ears began to buzz as if countless voices were screaming and shouting beside me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
Just then, a slightly rough hand grabbed mine and pulled me outside.
I followed that person like a puppet, but soon my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground. Before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground and into someone's arms.
In that moment, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter; this person's body was even colder than Su Anrong's, penetrating straight to the bone.
My mind suddenly cleared, and I caught sight of Lin Xiuyu right in front of me. His face bore no expression, and I couldn't tell if it was because he was so close or something else, but it seemed as if I could see the blood vessels beneath his skin, dark blood flowing steadily within.
Suddenly, a violent tremor shook Lin Xiuyu's body, and my head slammed against his chest. Just then, a massive piece of debris came crashing down from above.
I froze in fear, thinking it was all over for me. I would surely die here in Lin Xiuyu's arms, and even as a ghost, Su Anrong would not let me off the hook.
Of course, at such a moment, the female protagonist's worries were unnecessary.
Lin Xiuyu suddenly turned and used his shoulder to shield me from the falling debris. With a loud crash, I could even feel his body tremble from the impact.
"Teacher Lin!" The girls cried out in anguish.
I felt my heart shatter; Lin Xiuyu's sudden appearance was startling. He looked just like the general in the photo. According to Su Anrong's logic, both mother and son should have been plotting against me. Yet today was the perfect opportunity for them to let me die—why did he choose to save me instead?
The teaching building began to collapse around us, stones and debris falling one after another amidst swirling dust.
Throughout it all, Lin Xiuyu said nothing more; he simply held me tightly until he got me to safety. His shoulder had been struck multiple times by falling stones, and he sat on the ground gasping for breath. Watching him made my emotions quite complicated.
"Teacher Lin, thank you." After all, he had saved my life. I hesitated for a moment but ultimately expressed my gratitude.
Who would have thought that as soon as I finished speaking, someone slapped me on the forehead? It was one of the chubby girls from our class named Xue Jieya. With tears streaming down her face, she scolded me: "You ungrateful Youmai Vegetable! Teacher Lin risked his life to save you, and all you can say is thank you? Are you even human?"
My mind was already in chaos, and her chubby hand only added to my confusion. Annoyed, I asked, "So what do you expect me to do?"
Xue Jieya couldn't come up with a response right away. Just then, the ground shook again, and she took the opportunity to burrow into Lin Xiuyu's embrace.
Despite having sustained serious injuries to his shoulder, Lin Xiuyu still tried desperately to dodge her and ended up collapsing directly onto me.
At that moment, I saw Rice standing in front of me with red eyes, looking at me with tears welling up. "Mommy, sob sob, Daddy can't come."
My heart tightened suddenly, and an extreme sense of dread washed over me. I completely ignored Lin Xiuyu and asked Rice with a trembling voice, "What do you mean he can't come?"
Lin Xiuyu looked at me in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
I was taken aback and quickly shook my head. "Nothing, nothing." Then I pushed him away forcefully. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
I didn't know what I was really thinking, but seeing Rice so heartbroken made my heart ache. Su Anrong wouldn't be in trouble, would he? But isn't he a spirit? Could an earthquake affect spirits too?
I grabbed Rice's hand and was about to leave when the screams and cries around us grew louder. We were on the playground, surrounded by people, but many students were still in classrooms or dormitories, especially those on the upper floors.
Just as I stood up, I watched in horror as a student jumped from the fifth floor of a teaching building, unwilling to be buried under the rubble.
There was no doubt about it; jumping from the fifth floor onto the concrete below meant that person would suffer a catastrophic injury.
Even from dozens of meters away, I seemed to see their brain matter splatter in the air.
I was so frightened that tears streamed down my face. I didn't care if others thought I was a lunatic talking to thin air; I clutched Rice's hand and asked, "What happened to your daddy?"
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