Chapter 212 Tears! Forever Mentor
Along with it came a strange, suffocating pain.
The pain spread from her heart like a tidal wave.
Wen Yan subconsciously covered her chest, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Yan stretched out her hands to push Si Moyan away. She squatted down, opened her mouth, and gasped.
Why did he make her feel a long-lost sense
of familiarity? Why did he make her feel a breathless pain?
Did they know each other for the last lifetime?
[Dabai Dabai, I want to know why you let me conquer Si Moyan? ]
You don't let her conquer others, why only Si Moyan?
There must be some origin between them!
[Host, the question you want to know is not within the scope of Dabai's answer.]
Wen Yan bit her lips hard.
It is not within the scope of Dabai's answer. Does it mean that Dabai knows, but it can't say it?
Dabai is not omnipotent, it also has limitations.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Si Moyan squatted in front of Wen Yan, and seeing her pale face, his deep eyes were full of worry.
Wen Yan's slender white fingers tightly grasped Si Moyan's arm, "I just felt like we have known each other for a long, long time. Have you ever had that feeling?"
Si Moyan frowned his sword-like eyebrows, pursed his thin lips and said, "No."
Wen Yan lowered her long eyelashes and said nothing more.
After adjusting her mood, Wen Yan looked towards the office on the third floor.
"I'm going to pray for the souls of those students."
Not long after Wen Yan left, the school director who learned that Shu Ti had died came over.
The school director was the father of Jiang Qing's ex-boyfriend.
Qu Weiyang looked at the school director and said sternly, "Mr. Wen, you're here at the right time. You sent Jiang Qing on a business trip that year because you made a deal with Shu Ti, right?"
The school director frowned, "I don't understand what you are talking about!"
Qu Weiyang's eyes were cold, "That year, the admission rate of Yisha was very poor, and it couldn't recruit high-quality students. For your own benefit, you agreed to Shu Ti's request and let her replace Jiang Qing as the head teacher of Class 10, and Shu Ti promised to help you improve the admission rate."
"Sure enough, in the next few years, any student with a score below 500 would be in trouble. Students studying in Yisha can only constantly improve themselves, work hard, and dare not drop below 500 points. You should have made a lot of money in these years!"
As soon as Qu Weiyang finished speaking, the school director's son Wen Hao ran over.
"Dad, is what she said true?" Wen Hao suddenly came to his senses after Shu Ti's death. Thinking that Jiang Qing had died six years ago, his heart felt suffocated and twisted.
The school director's face was ashen, "That was all her guess."
Qu Weiyang raised her hand, and her colleague handed her a recorder, "My colleague has found the recording evidence of you and her working together in Shu Ti's apartment. You killed so many innocent students, do you still want to escape the punishment of the law?"
...
Wei Zhou is the top and youngest biological scientist in the country.
He has achieved certain achievements in the unknown field of mankind.
He recently won an international award and is being interviewed by reporters abroad.
"Dr. Wei, you have achieved what you have now. Who is the mentor you want to thank the most?"
Wei Zhou wanted to say Shu Ti's name, and suddenly, the sealed memory in his mind seemed to be opened by a force.
A thin and stern figure emerged in his mind unconsciously.
Mentor, his mentor -
Wei Zhou looked at the camera with his eyes unconsciously turned red.
"My mentor is Teacher Jiang Qing!"
The reporter frowned slightly, "But when you became the top scorer in science six years ago and were interviewed, you answered that your mentor was Teacher Shu Ti."
Wei Zhou, who had always been stable, suddenly stood up from his chair.
He was so excited and angry that the chair rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound.
"No, none of them are right. Our class 10's mentor is Teacher Jiang Qing, not Shu Ti. Shu Ti only taught us for three months. Our class 10 successfully turned the tables from the worst class, all thanks to Teacher Jiang Qing!"
Wei Zhou didn't know what he was thinking. He immediately took out his mobile phone to book a flight back home.
At the same time, someone in the WeChat group of the class 10 students sent a message.
——Teacher Shu Ti died.
After a long time, a classmate replied.
——I just found the interview we accepted six years ago. Why did we feel grateful to Teacher Shu Ti at that time? Obviously, Teacher Jiang Qing was the mentor who changed our lives!
——I don't understand either. I saw what I said back then. It was really too much. Teacher Jiang Qing was also severely cyberbullied because of our nonsense. I wanted to slap myself a few times.
——After Teacher Jiang Qing got into trouble, no one in our class went to her funeral.
——Oh my god, what happened to us at that time? Were we collectively cursed?
——We deserve to die!
Wei Zhou, who was silent for a long time, replied:
——Let's go back to our alma mater together tomorrow!
...
Jiang Qing was seriously injured after fighting with the evil creature, but she saved the souls of those students.
Wen Yan performed a ritual to liberate the souls of those students.
Jiang Qing could no longer liberate the souls. She had become Shu Ti's executioner and had committed too many sins. In addition, she was seriously injured and would soon be reduced to ashes. After
Jiang Qing saw those innocent students being successfully liberated, she knelt on the ground and repented.
Wen Yan looked at her body that was gradually becoming transparent, and walked over to help her up.
"Teacher Jiang Qing, the students of Class 10 are back to see you."
Wen Yan put a talisman on Jiang Qing to temporarily gather her soul together.
"This talisman is only effective for half an hour, which means you only have half an hour to say goodbye to the students of Class 10."
...
In the abandoned teaching building.
The sign of Class 10 was hung again in front of the classroom door.
Every student sat in their seats according to their previous seats.
When Jiang Qing walked in with the teaching materials and the triangle, the students were reciting "Xinling Jun Stealing the Talisman to Save Zhao" seriously.
"Prince Wu Ji of Wei is the youngest son of King Zhao of Wei, and the younger half-mother of King Anxi of Wei--"
Everyone recited very seriously. Jiang Qing stood on the dusty podium, looking at her students, with a look of relief in her eyes.
Wei Zhou was the first to notice the figure on the podium. When they came in the morning, Miss Wen told them that they would let them meet Teacher Jiang.
Although they saw the ghost of Teacher Jiang, no one was afraid.
The moment they saw Teacher Jiang, everyone's eyes were red.
That was their mentor who worked hard to educate them!
But they indirectly killed her!
After reciting the book, everyone stood up and knelt on the ground.
"Teacher Jiang, we are sorry for you!"
"Teacher Jiang, you will always be our mentor!"
Hearing the word mentor, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from Jiang Qing's pale face.