Before he could reach the office, he heard an angry roar-- "How could you fight with your schoolmates? Humph! Don't try to deny it. Security guards saw what happened." He recognized the voice as that of Director of teaching affair.
'Hmm, how interesting! He spoke exactly the same words as he had done in the previous life,' Ling Fan thought.
He remained silent. He had no intention of asking why the security guards hadn't stopped those hooligans from beating him, because he knew it was a meaningless question.
"You..." As Ling Fan approached, Director of teaching affair wanted to continue upbraiding Ling Fan, but his voice stopped short as he saw the nasty wound on Ling Fan's head.
"Alas, alright, I believe you've realized your mistake. Go and explain to your class teacher. Then go home and ask your family to take you to the hospital," said Director of teaching affair. Anyway he didn't want Ling Fan to faint at school.
"Okay," Ling Fan replied in a low voice. At least, this time he didn't have to make a three-thousand-word written self-criticism.
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Ling Fan walked into the office and saw a man sitting by the window.
It was Luo Li, his class teacher and math teacher.
What was more...
He had liked Luo Li and even given up everything for him.
Yes, he had liked this man very much, but it was not love.
Eleven years elapsed, and Ling Fan finally saw this man again. At the moment, he was strangely calm. He even thought his affection for Luo Li ridiculous.
Luo Li had such a perfect face that both men and women were jealous of his looks. He was always elegant and had a dreamlike quality, which made people want to conquer him. He was so charming that even Underground Emperor of N city, who was said to be unemotional and powerful, fell for him, let alone Ling Fan, a stupid boy who yearned for love and warmth.
In high school, many people bullied him and treated him with disdain, but Luo Li didn't. So he fondly thought Luo Li cared about him. He soon fell for him. Now he found it ridiculous.
During those ten years in prison, Ling Fan often wondered what his life without Luo Li would have been like. He might have been a mediocre lightweight, but he wouldn't have been so miserable.
Therefore, his affection for Luo Li gradually died away. At the moment, Ling Fan looked at Luo Li whom he once regarded as his salvation, cool and unemotional.
"Mr. Luo."
Luo Li cast a glance at Ling Fan and said casually, "There are a pen and some blank paper on the desk. Write down the whole story exactly as it happened today."
Ling Fan had no objection. He wrote down what had happened with less than 100 words, and then handed the paper to Luo Li.
He used to be naive and silly. In his previous life he had written a two-thousand-word article to explain the conflict between him and those hooligans, but this time he was not going to do that.
"Okay, I got it." Luo Li nodded casually at him.
He pointed at a report card on the desk and continued, "You can go home now. Here is your report card for this month. I hope you can pass your exams next month."
He was cold, indifferent and even a little bit impolite, but no one would feel offended. In the eyes of people, he was noble and inviolable...
In his previous life as a naive student, Ling Fan had been deeply touched by Luo Li's words.
But after going through all the vicissitudes of life, he keenly sensed that Luo Li's eyes showed no signs of concern. The reason Luo Li didn't treat him with disdain was that he was nothing to him.
Luo Li was so meticulous about everything. The cut on Ling Fan's head looked so terrible that even Director of teaching affair had noticed it. Luo Li wouldn't have chosen to ignore it if Ling Fan meant something to him.