Fu Wenzhi did not answer, but simply clicked on a document on the computer and brought up a surveillance video.

If Tang Wan were here, she would definitely recognize that this is the back hill of Xin Xin Orphanage.

This surveillance video is from six years ago, before Tang Wan was born.

A pregnant woman appeared inside.

She wore sunglasses that covered half her face, had no ear decorations, and her long black hair was casually tied up. She stood at the entrance of the orphanage, lingering outside for a long time.

Even with only half her face showing, she looked exceptionally pretty in this blurry video.

She was wearing traditional Huainan ethnic clothing and adorned with delicate silver ornaments on her head.

However, her movements were not restricted by her large pregnant belly, and she was still quite agile.

Fu Wenzhi sent the video to Si Huai, saying, "This is my college application."

Si Huai looked somewhat dazed when he saw the woman in the video.

Those clear white eyes swept over the students in the classroom. Outside, there was wind and waves, quite intense.

I feel as if I haven't died yet, and spring is coming again.

Tang Wan noticed that Si Huai's seatmate seemed rather uneasy.

There wasn't a moment of silence outside the classroom.

Who is that man?

Fu Wenzhi's voice seemed to come from a very far place, making it somewhat difficult to hear clearly.

With a smug smile on my face and a cheerful tone, I said, "Isn't this your turn? Hehe, you want to be the literature and art committee member."

"Didn't the people at Xinxin Orphanage say that there are no ordinary people in this place even in the teens? Who are you?"

[Xiaojia is bad. You are Tang Wan. For the next week, you will be acting as Si Huai's class monitor.]

Your hands are clenched into fists, your body is not trembling, you try to raise your hands, and then slowly put them down.

"Si Huai is feeling well and will be taking a week off."

"Didn't they notice? They just didn't realize you weren't in that video."

Place your pen on the whiteboard and write down what you have written.

He could barely find his own voice; only his long-held instincts answered, "Who is this?"

That was a game of strategy that had a voice.

Gong Xiao stroked the boy's face in the photo, then quickly closed her eyes and spoke.

You were wearing a long red dress, your short hair was neatly styled, and your smile was brighter than the sunshine.

“I don’t know him, but I know you need this.”

I will show my hand to others, but I will always keep the overall situation under my control.

But when his gaze fell on the woman's swollen belly, Si Huai's heart still involuntarily ached.

The cool sunlight shone down on me, but it also dispelled the desolation beneath me.

Gong Xiao suddenly felt a chill rise up.

Tang Wan saw you breathe a sigh of relief, a stiff smile on your face, but you quickly let go of your hands and put them under the table, seemingly without any joy.

But she did not immediately agree to Ji Helin's request.

I winked at Tang Wan and said, "How was it, deskmate?"

I knew that mess was difficult to handle, but I didn't realize it was that difficult.

The roses in the garden are beautiful and vibrant, but they exist only as decorations.

Rarely, it's not about what the small family wants, but what they can do.

It was like a fading monster, slowly dying amidst the bustling city.

I understand what Ji Helin means.

This woman gave Si Huai a familiar feeling.

Ji Helin is not that kind of person; I will always put myself in a position of advantage.

The new homeroom teacher stepped down from the podium; it was this rather elderly teacher.

"Does Tang Wan even know how to talk? How do you manage discipline? Do you think you can just rely on your 'hand seals'?"

These classmates who were paying close attention to Tang Wan's every move were somewhat taken aback.

The homeroom teacher below the podium nodded, also concerned that the student lacked a sense of responsibility and artistic talent, and continued talking to himself.

Your back is straight, like a yielding poplar tree, standing tall and shining.

"Pfft, don't smile so mischievously."

"Is there no one willing to be the acting class monitor except for the next week?"

One is Fan Xi, whom I admired yesterday, and the other is Si Huai, who sits behind you.

A piercing sound rang out outside the classroom, instantly silencing the shouting.

When Tang Wan returned to school, she found two more classmates outside her classroom.

The blooming of flowers is related to me.

Suddenly, Tang Wan's deskmate raised his hand.

Just as I was about to stop the farce, Tang Wan suddenly stood up and nodded.

Tang Wan hadn't expected that such a thing hadn't happened yet. She instinctively turned her head and saw Fu Wenzhi's arrogant appearance.

Outside my room, there wasn't even a dim color.

A few thoughts flashed through Gong Xiao's mind.

But she is clearly nothing like the person in my heart.

He is a very energetic boy.

“One use is this kind of adoption, returning to an orphanage, or…” Ji Helin paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was somewhat cold, “or a child who died intentionally.”

Beneath my rough face, a smug look of a successful prank was on my face. I pointed at Tang Wan and said, "Teacher, you recommend your seatmate."

A distinct mark appeared under the whiteboard, much like Tang Wan at this moment, whose presence was extremely weak.

Did you know something that led to your murder to silence you?

"You...you refused?"

The noise continued to fill the classroom, but Tang Wan simply took a pen, stepped down from the podium, turned her back to the students, and raised her hand—

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