The first that arrived at the scene was the ambulance . When the doctor came in and swept the surrounding, he scolded: âWho let a bulldozer in?â
No one replied .
As he instructed the paramedics, the doctor remarked: âBut itâs pretty insane theyâre alive even after being bulldozed, wait huh!? This, this is a wound from combat!â
The doctor sighed again: âWhich boxing champion did this! This is bullying!â
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âWhere is that doc from, heâs derailing . â Ah Gui and Zhang Tong Hua camouflaged into the people at the back as they mumbled . As they did, they shot Xuan Mo a look too .
Head lowered, Xuan Mo was fiddling with the zip of her uniform, appearing frail and weak .
Zhang Tong Hua squinted . He went over to pinch her arm; she only had a layer of short inside, and it was the thin kind .
âYou, arenât you cold?â In the freezing winter where people on the streets were wrapped up down coats, she seemed to appear even smaller in statute .
Xuan Mo knew she had little clothes on but she could regulate her temperature . Moreover, she didnât like wearing too much, itâll hinder her movement . Hence she didnât speak much of it and instead shrugged her shoulders: âItâs fine . â
A layer of warmth covered her shoulders . The green military jacket was suddenly draped on her . While he was at it, he took her bag from her too . Within seconds, Xuan Mo was buried under the mountain of material, leaving only her head visible . She looked strangely at Zhang Tong Hua as he held on to her bag, confused as to what he was trying to get at . Zhang Tong Hua touched his nose, seemingly rather ill at ease: âCough, donât learn from the rebellious girl who sacrificed their warmth for fashion . â
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After a while, a police car came . Two policemen squeezed their way in . They looked at the wounded that was being carried away, then turned to the two (?) people that seemed to be the main characters of this situation, asking: âMob fight?â
Ah Gui laughed: âItâs a little complicated, but weâre definitely not stirring trouble . Why donât we head back to talk?â
He sounded as though he was referring to the police station as his home . Before the policemen came to, Ah Gui produced the ID heâd flashed to the gang of them earlier .
âDetachment team? Iâve never seen you before . â The policemen frowned .
âYou have . â Ah Gui gave him a meaningful look . âLetâs go, weâll talk back at the police station⌠Wu Qi, you can head back first . â
Xuan Mo didnât appear at all ruffled by the fact that she was the one that dealt the most damage tonight . Not only did Zhang Tong Hua get reminded of the time when sheâd been reading the handbook, it made him wonder if she truly knew the importance of a personâs life .
âIf this girl is together with you, we will need to bring her back for a written record . â The policemen was responsible, âitâd be difficult for us otherwise . â
Ah Gui wasnât expecting the policemen to be this conscientious . Though it made him happy, he was also annoyed by the situation .
His phone rang .
After picking it up for a while, he first paused before handing the phone to the police as he smiled bitterly . After listening for a moment, the policemenâs expression changed and he frowned, saying: âThen you two follow me, the girl can leave . â
Xuan Mo glanced at Ah Gui . When she took her bag from Zhang Tong Hua, she returned him is jacket too before turning to leave . Though her body temperature regulated itself quickly in response to the cold weather, she still felt a silver of chill the moment she took his jacket off .
When she was on the bus, she received a text from Ah Gui: âNo matter what you figured out, donât be a part of this . â
All they did was accidentally imprison the key figure to their mission tomorrow night, whatâs the big deal . Even if they did want her to give a damn, she wouldnât⌠worrywart!
She had more annoying things to worry about after this .
Finals were drawing near . The first semester of first year in high school was just a transition phase from junior high for students . Their finals this time was the first major examination they would be taking after getting used to things . To a certain extent, this decided their future ranking and direction, so this was very important to them .
P . S . , them referring to human beings!
Xuan Mo was very upset that she had to be sent to school bright and early in the morning by her mother . Within the school, the sound of books flipping echoed . Xuan Moâs motherâs nags buzzed by her ears too: âWhy didnât you tell me earlier that revision started on Sunday? Your teacher even called to tell me off . â
Attending lesson was nothing much, whatâs there to tell her about .
Carrying her bag, Xuan Mo entered the classroom with a dark face . The class was already having their second lesson . The politics teacher was going through the economic reforms related to politics and culture that was pushed out by the National Development and Reform Commission on the visualiser . The content was sleep-inducing . In fact, some students had already dozed off .
Xuan Mo entered without a sound, but she was still caught by the politics teacher: âXuan Mo! Look at the time, have you told your teacher in charge that youâll be late?â
Why did she have to tell her that sheâs here? Even if she did tell her, her teacher in charge would say okay, head to class now . Whatâs the point of that? Xuan Mo minced her lips and sat down .
Well acquainted with Xuan Moâs character, the politics teacher wasnât planning to elicit a response from her . As she continued her class, she suddenly said: âYi Hai Lan, why donât you tell us, what impacts will increasing consumption from this reform bring about to the society and people?â
ââŚâ Yi Hai Lan was the student that fell asleep and jolted awake at the sound of his name . Before he had properly came to, he suddenly realised that the usually empty seat in front of him had someone . At that, he asked in confusion, âAye, Xuan Mo, you called me?â
Xuan Mo leant on her table very, very slowly . The classroom suddenly felt incredibly cold, to the point she wanted to alter her body temperature .
âYi Hai Lan! Youâre sleeping at a time like this! If your results drop, Iâll be calling both your parents!â
âTeacher, if it werenât for Ms Linâs call, my parents wouldnât have wanted me to attend the revision classes, they canât bear to . â Yi Hai Lan yawned, looking as though heâs sick .
âSince youâre here, then listen properly!â His words made the politics teacher terribly mad to the point she clicked past a number of slides . She even had to return to the content page to figure out which page she was on earlier, âwhere were we just nowâŚâ
No one responded; everyone was stoning .
The politics teacher found where sheâd stopped earlier . When she saw the daydreaming students, she said: âIf anyone of you can tell me where we stopped, I will allow you to do your own things during this lesson!â
The students paused before a few peopleâs eyes gleamed and started recalling where theyâd stopped .
Suddenly, a hand was raised .
It was Xuan Mo who had reached just a minute ago . She spoke without prompting: âYou were talking about the reform by the National Development and Reform Commission . In a broad sense, the main aim is to increase currency in circulation by stimulating consumption . Narrowly however, this will largely impact the producers⌠reducing the savings held up in banks and stimulating consumers and producersâ confidence is good for the GDP in the long run . However, this is a double-edged sword, overconsumption signals the start of inflation, so the key still lies in increasing income and reducing expenditure⌠this will maximise the visible and invisible hands of the government, allowing them macroscopic view to regulate and control the extent, hence making the reform better . â
After fifteen seconds of silence, the politics teacher asked weakly: âYou, youâve memorised it?â Sheâd found what Xuan Mo said familiar . When she looked at the screen again, she realised Xuan Mo was reciting word for word of the document she had yet to put up .
Xuan Mo was honest: âI glanced when I entered the classroom . â
Goodness . She did glance at the screen . After glancing at the screen, her head was lowered and she had her attention outside the window all these while .
The politics teacher was quiet . She clicked the image to display it on the screen; the information was exactly what Xuan Mo had said .
âTeacher, I can do my own things now right?â
âHah?â
âAlright, I got it . â Xuan Mo stood and walked out .
Itâs not that she had anything urgent on, itâs just that after saying all that, they were a lot of foreign words she didnât have a definition for in her memory garage, for example GDP, inflation, increasing income reducing expenditure, so her mental net would only process bits and parts of it .
The students watched as Xuan Mo exited . The politics teacher however almost wanted to scream . How could she just up and leave like that? Just because she said she could do her own things, how could really just leave like that? âXuan Mo! Since you know the content, take a break then . You can revise the other subjects or rest, but you canât affect others and you definitely shouldnât leave the classroom!â
Xuan Mo looked at her strangely . âFirstly, I didnât get it . Secondly, you said I could do my own things*, since itâs my own things, Iâm heading out naturally . Unless you want me to move inside the classroom? Iâll affect the other students that way . â
* the word used in raws is âć´ťĺ¨â, which means âactivityâ
The politics teacher was speechless . At that, she waved her hand weakly .
Xuan Mo left in victory, heading straight to her dorm to search things up .
For the remaining part of the lesson, both the teacher and her students were preoccupied . When class finally ended, the politics teacher packed her things and went to complain to Lin Fei . As she did so, Fang Zhi their Math teacher was chatting with Lin Fei . When he heard her complaint, he laughed .
âMr Fang, Iâm this close to exploding, why are you laughing!â
Fang Zhi shook his head: âI can only give you one piece of advise on how to deal with this kind of people . â
âWhat is it?â Lin Fei and the politics teacher listened attentively .