Chapter 253 [How did you figure out I was a man dressed as a woman?]

Teacher Tu was taken aback for a moment, after all, such a title was really rare on campus, and then he turned around and recognized Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo stood up, smiled, and greeted her, "Teacher Tu, it's been a long time."

Back in school, Ms. Tu, the librarian, had a strong impression of this hardworking and outstanding student. She couldn't help but smile, her eyes full of satisfaction: "Good, good, you're finally not as thin as before."

Yuan Shui also stood up, chest out, head up, stomach in, and joked, "Me? Me? Teacher, look at me, have I lost weight?"

Teacher Tu smiled without saying a word.

Zhang Mo smirked: "Let's see how long you can keep your stomach in this way."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Shui let out an exaggerated "Ouch!" and let her stomach bounce back to its original position.

Everyone laughed, even the little fox made a snickering "gurgle" sound.

Through the conversation, the girl realized that her mother and Zhang Mo were quite familiar with each other.

Her previous domineering attitude vanished instantly. She affectionately took her mother's arm, her voice suddenly becoming sweet and clingy, like a fruit coated in industrial saccharin. She enthusiastically said to Zhang Mo, "Wow, I didn't expect Mom to know Sister Momo."

Zhang Mo and Yuan Shui exchanged a knowing glance: their address had suddenly changed from "President Zhang" to "Sister Momo." Are all kids these days so overly familiar with each other?

Even the little fox looked up at her, examined her closely, but seemed not to notice anything special.

After chatting for a while, the girl kept pestering Zhang Mo to add her on WeChat, and even wanted to hug the little fox. Her younger brother also kept chiming in.

Out of respect for Teacher Tu, and also because she had her own doubts, Zhang Mo agreed to her request to add her on WeChat.

However, the little fox definitely wouldn't let her hold it.

Shortly after, their food was packed up, and Teacher Tu left with the two children.

As she was leaving, the girl kept turning back to look at Zhang Mo with reluctance, but didn't give Yuan Shui, who was standing next to her, a single glance.

Watching them leave, Yuan Shui finally lowered her voice and asked Zhang Mo the question that had been on her mind: "Didn't Teacher Tu's daughter suffer brain damage a few years ago due to drowning and lack of oxygen?"

Yes. During the summer after Zhang Mo and her classmates graduated, Teacher Tu's daughter drowned while spending her summer vacation in her hometown. Although she miraculously survived, the prolonged lack of oxygen caused irreversible damage to her basal ganglia and cerebral cortex. Not only was her language function severely impaired, resulting in slurred speech, but she also suffered from paroxysmal limb convulsions and dystonia, requiring long-term rehabilitation to maintain basic living abilities.

This requires substantial financial support.

At that time, many students spontaneously organized a donation drive at the school, and Zhang Mo also donated half a month's internship salary to Teacher Tu.

But I heard later that the girl's recovery was very slow and she needed to be taken care of around the clock. I don't know why she seemed to be fine when I saw her today.

The junior student sitting next to me who had just handed in her resume suddenly craned her neck and whispered, "I know, I know, do you want to hear it?"

The melon is served right in front of me, how can I not eat it?

The two immediately invited the female student to sit down and eat with them.

The junior student lowered her voice mysteriously: "You know that Teacher Tu's husband is a history teacher at our school?"

"Yes." Zhang Mo nodded, and the image in her memory surfaced—that history teacher who always wore a Zhongshan suit and was serious and rigid.

Yuan Shui: "...I forgot."

The younger student couldn't wait to continue: "Last semester, I took his elective course, 'An Outline of Modern and Contemporary Chinese History'."

During class, he often talked to us about traditional Chinese culture and such. He'd talk about dragon veins and the *Tui Bei Tu* (a classic Chinese prophecy book), leaving us completely bewildered.

(The Tui Bei Tu is a famous ancient Chinese prophetic text, often referred to as the "foremost book of prophecy in the East.")

Yuan Shui became interested: "Wow, isn't this more interesting than textbooks?"

The junior student said, "At first, we also thought it was quite interesting. Taking a class was like listening to a storyteller."

Then he told me he had recently met a mentor surnamed Yang, and that he had taken some kind of course that was incredibly powerful, even able to cure his daughter's years-long brain injury. He even wanted to recommend us to take the course.

This is really outrageous to me; it's so illogical.

"And then?" Zhang Mo asked.

"Later, some students reported that he was bringing his own ideas into class, and the school leaders also asked him to explain."

He brought his daughter along to prove to everyone that the course he recommended was genuine; after only three months, his daughter had truly recovered her health.

He's simply sharing good things.

His daughter had been sick for so many years and had finally recovered. He was overjoyed to the point of ecstasy, which is understandable. The school couldn't say anything at this point, and could only warn him not to mention other things during class in the future.

The matter was simply dropped.

.

Back at the hotel in the afternoon, Zhang Moping lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, still thinking about the events of the day.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, thin bands of light on the carpet.

Jiu Xuan sat on the edge of the bed and gently tapped her forehead with her slender fingers: "You've been busy all day, why don't you take a rest and recharge yourself?"

Zhang Mo recalled: "I saw that girl when I was in school. At that time, her family lived in the school's staff dormitory, and she often went to the library on weekends to deliver things to her mother."

Sometimes it's gloves and scarves, sometimes it's fruit.

In Zhang Mo's memory, she was a very shy and filial girl.

Moreover, this child was scratched by a cat when he was a child and is afraid of all animals. He even avoids the kittens at school. Why would he suddenly ask to hug the little fox?

Zhang Mo: "Do you think it's possible for a person's personality to suddenly change drastically?"

Jiu Xuan: "No way, unless he's faking it."

Zhang Mo: "Isn't that Xiao Jiang?"

To outsiders, the current "Jiang Tianci" seems to have suddenly undergone a drastic personality change.

Jiu Xuan shook her head: "Impossible. I just checked, and there are no signs of being possessed by a demon or ghost."

Zhang Mo: "Just because you can't detect it doesn't mean it's not there."

Wasn't the talisman Yu Hui recently made perfect at mimicking the aura of humans?

It combines your and Long Xi's blood, the alluring power of the nine-tailed fox, and the stable and powerful qualities of dragon blood. The effect is so good that neither of you can tell the difference.

Jiu Xuan was still a little puzzled: "But how can you be so sure that girl has a problem?"

Zhang Mo couldn't quite explain it either: "Intuition?"

Or perhaps, she's been overly sensitive about the idea of ​​"taking someone else's body" lately?

Just then, her phone vibrated. Zhang Mo picked it up and glanced at it, then immediately let out a contemptuous sneer, a laugh filled with sarcasm and disdain.

"What's wrong?" Jiu Xuan asked curiously as she leaned closer.

Zhang Mo: "Here, see for yourself."

The phone was handed to Jiuxuan, and she saw this message—

"Sister Momo, I'm so happy to have added you on WeChat."

You know, there are many things that girls my age can't easily say to their mothers.

I'm so happy to have a kind and understanding older sister like you.

Can I ask you about anything related to young girls in the future?

For example, the bras I've bought lately never seem to fit properly; I can't even fasten them. Could you send me a picture so I can see how you wear your bra?

Jiu Xuan: ""

At that moment, a huge emoji took over Jiu Xuan's mind—

How did you figure out I was a man dressed as a woman?