Lord Yan said he was entrusted to help us collect the fragments of the Mountain and Sea.
[The God of Books has no gender.]
Suddenly, the words Lu Shu had said that night flashed through her mind. Wu Yue's eyes darted around, and she asked uncertainly, "It's not about the Mountain and Sea Book God, is it?"
Yan Chiyu paused slightly as he twirled his pen. "What?"
Wu Yue suddenly realized she shouldn't have asked that question, blinked to hide the confusion in her eyes, and said, "It's okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."
[Oh no, could this Book God from the Classics be having an affair with Brother Yan?]
Probably not.
[I stand firmly with my Smoke & Dust CP]
What did I miss?
The school bell rang, and Lao Tao entered the room carrying his thermos and lesson plan.
As is customary, he first scanned the classroom to see if all the students had arrived.
Suddenly, his gaze faltered. Then everyone saw Old Tao furrow his sparse eyebrows: "Sha Xiaoyan."
"Here!" the girl responded loudly as a reflex.
Tao Xinhua stared at her, frowning, and said, "Why are you wearing so much colored paint on your face? Are you trying to do adult makeup?"
"Teacher, no? How could that be? I didn't..." Sha Xiaoyan touched her face in confusion. How could that be?
The fingertips felt soft, sticky, and Sha Xiaoyan turned to her deskmate and asked, "Zeng Yi, is there really paint on my face?"
Zeng Yi also found it strange, "It really is there, what happened to you? I didn't see it just now, how did it get applied in the blink of an eye?"
Tao Xinhua: "Alright, go wash up in the bathroom first."
Startled, Sha Xiaoyan immediately stood up from her chair and rushed to the toilet. She walked to the sink and examined her face in the mirror.
There really is paint!
She quickly bent down, turned on the tap, and rinsed her face with water to wash off the paint. Some of the paint had dried, making it a little difficult for her to wash off. Although it took some time, she managed to clean the paint off her face.
With her face back to its original fair complexion, Sha Xiaoyan finally felt relieved. She muttered to herself as she walked towards the classroom, still unable to figure out where she had gotten the paint on herself. She had been in the classroom the whole time; it was so strange.
...
Class 18, Grade 12.
Tao Xinhua suppressed his anger, glanced at Sha Xiaoyan's seat out of the corner of his eye, and said in a deep voice, "Zeng Yi, go to the restroom and see if Sha Xiaoyan is done. She went to wash her face for twenty minutes. I'm afraid she's using this as an excuse to skip class. Go check and call her back."
"Okay, teacher." Zeng Yi was also confused. But since Lao Tao had spoken, she immediately moved her bottom off the chair and ran to the women's restroom.
There were still traces of paint left in the sink.
Five minutes later, Zeng Yi returned to the classroom.
She stood by the podium and said, "Teacher Tao, I can't find Xiaoyan."
Seeing that anger was about to rise on Tao Xinhua's brow, Zeng Yi quickly defended Sha Xiaoyan: "Teacher Tao, you know Xiaoyan's usual behavior. She has never skipped class. Could it be that she suddenly left for some reason? Why don't we wait a little longer? If it really doesn't work, we can call her parents to ask?"
Tao Xinhua is a teacher who is relatively considerate of his students. After thinking for a moment, he waved to Zeng Yi to go back to her seat first, "Everyone study for the last five minutes. I'm going to the broadcasting station."
After the bell rang, the voice of the station manager came through the loudspeaker.
"Please ask Ms. Sha Xiaoyan from Class 38 to go to Mr. Tao Xinhua's office after hearing this announcement. This is a repeat: Please ask Ms. Sha Xiaoyan from Class 38 to go to Mr. Tao Xinhua's office after hearing this announcement."
If any other students who know her see Sha Xiaoyan, please tell her that Teacher Tao Xinhua is waiting for her in the office. ..."
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