The Taming of the Yandere Vol 1 Chapter 22
Dec 08, 2017
Chapter 22
Chapter 22:Â Dragon Well Tea
In all honesty, I donât enjoy individual talks with teachers.
His officeâs furniture was still in the same places as before.
A massive, cluttered desk, a near-empty water fountain, and that scratched, ratty wooden sofa.
The hanging vine on his cabinet seemed to be longer than before. The poking slender, soft leaves still didnât have enough weight to start drooping.
In a natural environment, a vine is fully matured when it has touched the ground.
Although still scattered, there was a significantly less amount of papers on the desk. Boxes were scattered around the room. It was time for the First Year Head to move to the Second Year Headâs office.
Just like that, a year has slipped before our eyes.
After every cycle, all teachers go from First Year to Second, Second to Third, and Third back to First. They might as well be factories, churning out the test-taking machines that are us students.
âTeacher Li is busy in a conference right now, please wait for a moment.â
A teacher in a nearby office informed me.
The Year Head must have a lot of things to do, now that our final exam scores have come out.
The studentsâ scores average for each subject must be discussed with each department head. The results of each test must be analyzed in order to improve the schoolâs curriculum.
Of course, lethargic and misbehaving students must be put at a high importance. They have to be reported to each homeroom teacher, and dealt with as fast as possible. For them to drag the school behind is unacceptable.
Although Iâve finished finals, Iâm not that idle and bored. Besides the summer cram class required by the school, Iâve also signed up for a couple of private tutoring summer classes myself.
My entrance to a high-level class was anticipated. At the pace theyâre going, they might already have started learning Year Two concepts. If I donât use my summer break wisely, Iâll definitely fall behind.
I sat on the rickety sofa. Soon, the sound of hurrying footsteps echoed through the hallway.
âLu Fan, youâre here?â
Teacher Liâs arms were filled with thick files and folders. He panted heavily, out of breath from his haste.
âGood afternoon, Teacher Li!â
I scrambled to my feet, and nodded my head.
âDonât be modest, come sit down.â
He waved his hand, and I collapsed into the wood.
âTeacher, I can see that youâre very busy, is there anything you need me to help with? If there isnât, I can take my leave.â
I made a rational, innocent face.
âLu Fan, Lu FanâŠ.â
He mumbled my name, and pulled a single paper from one of his towering folders.
If I wasnât wrong, that was the report card that held all my progress from day one at Shiyi High.
âIn the span of this year, youâve been improving a lot. Even though your middle school wasnât the best, your entrance score hit right on our mark, and your growth has been tremendous. Youâre doing very well, donât grow arrogant and donât let go. Keep up your hard work!â
He complimented me loudly.
To be praised by Teacher Li made me quite happy with myself. Finally, I can see some ph
ysical results from my drudging year of labor.
âThank you, Teacher. Iâll work harder than before!â
âI can tell each studentsâ backbone from one look. Excellent, youâll be in my care from now on, too! Is there anything you want to say?â
He shook the report card in vigor.
âIâll continue studying as hard as I can.â
I smiled.
âCome on, men have to have some hardness in their words. If you really mean what you said, shout it out for all the people to hear!â
He wasnât satisfied with my calm answer, and swooped down on me like an eagle. The teacher swung his meaty fist to my chest, resonating with a boom.
I took a heavy blow, and the whole frame of my body bent backwards.
Gah, my heart almost stopped from your punch! Teacher, are you congratulating me or punishing me?
âCough, coughââ
After half a minute, I managed to regain my breath.
âBlossoms bloom after a bitter cold*, I will definitely work harder, score well in gaokao*, and bring pride to our school!â
*This is an old Chinese proverb. The original entire sentence is âA swordâs edge comes from vigorous sharpening, blossoms bloom after a bitter cold.â It just means that hard work always grants a good reward.
*gaokao is a final exam that all Chinese high school seniors take. It is one of the two only things that colleges will look at on your admissions. Itâs brutal; if you screw up on it, youâll be fucked for life, and vice versa. They donât even look at your past yearsâ scores, just gaokao. The only other thing that will make colleges overlook that score is if youâre a nationally accredited athlete or some other specialized activity (art, math, literature, etc.)
I gathered my courage, and shouted at the top of my lungs.
The entire building mustâve heard my promise. I heard my voice echoing in the hallway.
âAtta boy, thatâs my student!â
He ruffled my hair pleasantly.
Ugh, stop patting my head. I wonât grow up if you keep doing that.
âWell, besides your incredible advance in your studies and my congratulations, thereâs something even more important.â
As he spoke, Teacher Li started to arrange his tea set.
He elegantly poured the used tea dregs in his red clay teapot. The orange tea water swirled with buckwheat, filling a small enclosure on the tea set. Next, he washed the pot using the water in his nearby electric boiler.
Red clay teapots need to be âraisedâ. *
*In tea ware, there are some kinds that need to be âraisedâ using tea water. The term âraisedâ in this context means caring, similar to raising a child. The special porcelain in this type of ware makes beautiful cracks and fissures that stay underneath the surface of the porcelain, so that the surface is still smooth. To do this, you need years of pouring used tea water onto the wares. These crafts include cups, pots, and small âpetsâ, little trinkets in the shape of small dragons, pigs, and other creatures.
A newly-bought red clay teapotâs tea will taste slightly off from the clay. Its surface wouldnât be smooth, either. But if you drink and make tea from the same pot for several years, not only will the surface become polished and glossy, the tea in it will be more delicious.
Judging from Teacher Liâs dark, rough teapot, I guessed that he still needed more work on his tea wares.
Under my curious eyes, Teacher Li seemed to forget I was there.
He rummaged among his cabinets, looking earnestly for something. Then, he pulled open a drawer and stuck his hand inside, pulling out an oval-shaped box.
He then opened the box, and shook out a tiny, vacuum-sealed package.
âCustom-Selected West Lake Dragon Well Teaâ.
I read the label from the box.
Teacher Li cut open the package without hesitation, and dumped all of the leaves inside the teapot.
I was completely bemused.
It wasnât until he started pouring boiling water into the pot when I realized what was going on.
âTeacher, youâre being too generous! I canât just accept that!â
I immediately leaped to my feet in horror.
âYou understand tea, too?â
Teacher Li smiled, and gestured me to sit down.
I collapsed again on the sofa, flustered.
He shook the pot in a fluid, circular motion, and poured the water into the enclosure.
This is called âwashingâ tea, itâs to flush off the dust on new tea leaves and rinse off the previous tea cooked in the pot. It bolds the flavor of the Dragon Well tea, and removes any interfering tastes.
âI only know a little bit. This tea seems to be quite expensive, Teacher, you donât have to do this for me.â
I awkwardly laughed.
âI invited you to drink tea myself, who cares if itâs expensive or not? Of course, thereâs also some other matters we need to talk about.â
The teacher let out his good-natured, familiar smile.
His smile was deep and piercing. He poured me a cup of tea.
That smile seemed to know all the terrible things Iâve done since I was young. I felt like my name will crumble the moment he spoke, and Iâll be dragged off to prison by the most respected policemen.
The high-class Dragon Well tea was still extremely hot. The leaves havenât even separated, but I drank a sip under the Teacherâs pressure.
Such a waste of good tea.
âTo be honest, the school just wants to know, how much money does Jiang Muqingâs family owe yours exactly?â
Teacher Liâs face immediately darkened.
Why are you asking this?!
I almost spat my tea in his face from surprise.
âIf the amount isnât too large, the school can consider covering the cost.â
Teacher Liâs gravity really isnât something I can hold up against.
âCover the cost? Why?â
âThe school went through quite a lot of trouble to transfer Jiang Muqing from Shier High, but her results are quite unsatisfying. Sigh⊠Sheâs probably emotionally affected by her familyâs economic circumstances. If itâs possible, the school can solve that problem for her.â
He exhaled heavily.
âI noticed that she doesnât seem to have a score.â
I whispered.
âShe does, she got zero percent. But we didnât want to give her too much pressure, so we didnât display it in the bulletin.â
Teacher Li shook his head.
â0%? How could she score a zero?!â
I almost screamed out loud. With Jiang Muqingâs abilities, she wonât even score that low if she closed her eyes!
âYou can take a look at her test papers.â
Teacher Li handed me a file.
Girlsâ writing is truly exquisite. Each letter is beautiful, and the small character strokes were cute and elegant.
The top sheet was the literature test.
Name was Jiang Muqing.
Class was First Year Class A.
The student ID was also filled neatly.
ButâŠ.
ââŠ.â
Why did she put the first problemâs answer as âLu Fanâ?
The entire pageâs problems were the same.
The reading promptsâ underline blanks were filled in âLu Fanâ, all the way to the end.
The essay portion was filled completely with âLu Fanâ. She even wrote it in different fonts?!
I flipped through the pages.
English, physics, history, government, geography, and chemistryâs answer papers were all filled with âLu Fan.â
âWhat the hell did she do?!â
âŠ.
I donât know if anyone else has encountered something terrifying as this before. A person copying someone elseâs name on a full sheet of paper, like a curse or spell.
I shuddered when I saw these papers, full of âLu Fanâ.
She must be crazy.
Besides insanity, is there any other explanation for this behavior?!