Chapter 61 The Truth Revealed

The bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The entire teaching building instantly became noisy.

Groups of men and women jumped up and down in the corridor like monkeys. Some even whistled indecently at the English teacher downstairs, causing laughter to spread throughout the entire building.

Yu Qing, however, lacked the energy to join their group activities. Because he hadn't slept well these past few nights due to studying too late, he was already drowsy and lying on the table.

Sunlight gradually streamed in through the classroom windows, the golden rays like fine gold foil, sprinkling onto Yu Qing's hair and creating a soft halo.

Yu Qing frowned subconsciously and shifted her body slightly, trying to avoid the sunlight.

Lu Chi, who was reading a book nearby, seemed to notice that Yu Qing was feeling unwell, so he quietly put down his book and moved forward, just enough to shield him from the sunlight.

Yu Qing's condition finally calmed down, and he mumbled something in a daze.

Lu Chi glanced at him, then gently turned the pages of the book in his hand, continuing to immerse himself in the world of words, the sound of the paper rubbing together subtle yet clear.

The sky was clear and bright, with a few wisps of thin clouds drifting by.

Although the classroom was noisy, there seemed to be an invisible peace in this small corner, and Yu Qing gradually drifted into a peaceful dream in this invisible peace and care.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The voices in the classroom gradually faded away, leaving only scattered whispers and the occasional sound of books turning pages.

Yu Qing's eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The light in front of him was still blinding, but he could feel a figure blocking his way, obscuring most of the sunlight.

He blinked, his vision gradually clearing, and saw Lu Chi looking down at the book in his hands, his expression focused and quiet.

Yu Qing let out a low groan, sat up straight and stretched, his head still a little fuzzy.

How long did I sleep?

Lu Chi looked up at him and said softly, "About ten minutes."

After hearing this, Yu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then lazily lay down on the table and yawned: "Then I'll sleep a little longer, and wake me up when the teacher comes."

"Okay." Lu Chi nodded gently.

Seeing that Lu Chi had agreed, Yu Qing closed her eyes contentedly and drifted off to sleep.

"Ring ring..."

The school bell suddenly rang.

Yu Qing's body seemed to spring up, instantly sitting upright with wide eyes, looking around in a daze.

Lu Chi closed the book in her hand, glanced at him sideways, and said, "The teacher hasn't arrived yet. Do you want to rest a little longer?"

"Never mind, I'm going to wash my face." Yu Qing waved her hand, stood up, and lazily walked out of the classroom.

Yu Qing stood in front of the sink in the restroom.

The cold water splashed on my face, dispelling some of my weariness.

He wiped the water droplets from his face, straightened his wrinkled collar, went to the toilet to relieve himself, and then slowly walked back.

He took out his phone and checked the time; the screen lit up.

At the very top of the notification bar, a line of black text caught my eye.

[Breaking News: The murder case of internet celebrity Lu Yao has been solved; the killer is none other than Jiangcheng criminal police officer Bai Xiao]

Yu Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clicked into the news; the report was extremely brief, but every word felt like a hammer blow to his heart.

DNA and fingerprint comparisons confirmed that all physical evidence left at the scene pointed to Bai Xiao, a criminal investigator with the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment. The suspect has voluntarily surrendered himself to the police and confessed to the murders of Lu Yao and Zhao Qiangdong.

"This... how is this possible?"

Yu Qing's head was buzzing.

He simply couldn't understand why the murderer was Bai Xiao.

But the evidence was right in front of him, forcing him to accept the fact.

Yu Qing put down her phone, still shaken.

He had always believed that Lu Chi was the murderer, but now that the truth had finally come out, he couldn't quite describe the feeling. He just felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, but even more so, he felt guilty towards Lu Chi.

During this time, Lu Chi had been helping him with his studies and patiently explaining problems to him, but he never gave Lu Chi a kind look and sometimes even made sarcastic remarks out of the blue.

Although Lu Chi was a psychopathic killer in his previous life.

But in this life, the pointer of fate has completely deviated from its course.

He did not abuse animals or kill people.

There is still room for everything to turn around.

...

The sound of reading aloud could be heard from time to time in the empty corridor.

Class had already been in session for a while.

Yu Qing walked into the classroom.

The teacher was standing on the podium, writing something quickly on the blackboard with a piece of chalk. Sunlight streamed in through the window, forming beams of light, and white chalk dust drifted in the air.

It just happened to pass over Lu Chi's seat and landed on his eyelashes, as if they were coated with a layer of fluffy edges, adding a touch of warmth.

Yu Qing carefully walked around the students in front of her and returned to her seat. As soon as she sat down, the teacher's gaze swept over her.

He merely frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Then he turned back around and continued writing on the blackboard. Silence returned to the classroom, broken only by the sound of chalk scratching on the board.

"Today we are reviewing yesterday's test paper."

Lu Chi gently reminded him from the side.

Yu Qing looked at him quietly, and the lingering gloom in her heart was instantly dispelled by his kind reminder.

He grinned and raised his hand to make an OK sign.

He then started rummaging through his desk looking for yesterday's test paper, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it.

He slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Oh no, I forgot to bring it!

Lu Chi seemed to sense Yu Qing's embarrassment, and turned slightly to the side, gently pushing his test paper to the middle of the table.

Seeing this, Yu Qing quietly moved her small stool closer to him and whispered, "Thanks."

Lu Chi was slightly taken aback.

For some reason, he always felt that Yu Qing's gaze towards him no longer had the usual aloofness, but rather a touch of warmth.

He opened his mouth, as if to ask a question.

But then he saw Yu Qing sitting up straight, eyes wide open, looking at the blackboard, listening attentively to the lecture.

So he gave up the idea of ​​asking.

On the podium, the Chinese teacher is attentively explaining classical Chinese texts.

The Chinese teacher was a middle-aged single man, slightly overweight, and only in his early thirties. His hair follicles and hairline were already fighting to the death, but you could still find a bit of youthful arrogance on his face.

Not wearing a wig was his only stubbornness.

Yu Qing's Chinese language foundation was relatively poor. Whether it was reading comprehension, fill-in-the-blank questions, or composition, he did a mess. The one he remembered most vividly was when he was in the second grade of elementary school. It was the first time Yu Qing did a fill-in-the-blank question with idioms. This is how he wrote it.

Five ( ) Four ( ).

Everyone in the class knew that the answer came from all over the country, but Yu Qing wrote "5840". He would never forget the scene when the teacher saw his answer. It was the Waterloo of his career. From then on, the teacher looked at him with pity.

Yu Qing rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sometimes falling on the blackboard, and sometimes drifting out the window.

In just ten minutes, his enthusiasm had completely vanished. Although he was holding a ballpoint pen, he had long forgotten what he was supposed to write.

"Smack!"

A piece of chalk landed precisely on his textbook, interrupting his reverie. Yu Qing was startled and looked up to meet his Chinese teacher's slightly displeased gaze.

"Yu Qing, explain the meaning of the phrase 'Planning strategies within the tent, winning battles a thousand miles away.'" The Chinese teacher's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable seriousness.

Yu Qing stood up, looked at the math test paper in front of him, and felt as if something was blocking his throat, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Chi beside him quietly dragging the test paper to the left, his slender fingers resting on a line of text.

He followed the fingertip to an explanation of the passage. As if grasping at a straw, he cleared his throat and stammered, "Uh... this means that a well-thought-out plan made in the tent can determine the outcome of the battle on the distant battlefield."

The Chinese teacher nodded, gesturing for him to sit down, and softened her tone slightly: "You understood it well, but pay attention next time."

Yu Qing sat down with a sigh of relief. He glanced gratefully at Lu Chi, but the other man seemed to have done nothing and continued to stare intently at the blackboard.