Before National Day, Mu Lingzhang created a test paper for the students in Class 18, calling it a "diagnostic test".
After Mu Lingzhang finished revising it, he almost cried himself to death in his office.
The red pen in his palm fell onto the table with a thud.
The twenty-two students presented an extremely polarized performance. Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu, as always, received full marks.
Of the remaining twenty, the small team with Wu Yue managed to score over fifty points, which, although not passing, was a significant improvement.
What's with the other people getting scores in the teens?
Mu Lingzhang leaned back in his office chair, his feet unconsciously bracing against the floor, and began to spin around in the chair.
With her cloudy eyes, she had worried herself sick over her classmates. Could her grades improve in the exam after the National Day holiday?
How can we improve their grades in a short period of time?
Actually, these people aren't stupid; their geography scores are quite good. Of course, it's possible they're filling out the exams based on experience gained from frequent travel.
But the other subjects, to put it bluntly, were utterly terrible! It's infuriating!
Ah~ Don't get angry, don't get angry, anger will make you sick and no one can take your place!
Mu Lingzhang graded papers until very late, and by the time he was ready to go home, most of the lights in the teaching building had been turned off.
Mu Lingzhang picked up the book containing his lesson plans and walked out. He turned off the office lights, turned on the flashlight on his phone, and squinted as he walked towards the stairwell.
"Thump, thump thump".
"Thump—ya—"
When Mu Lingzhang stepped onto the twelfth step, he suddenly stopped. He frowned, his heart pounding. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he heard footsteps…
The footsteps were strange; they only sounded when he walked and disappeared as soon as he stopped. He was quite certain that the footsteps were not his own.
Mu Lingzhang was an atheist and a believer in neither ghosts nor gods. He hadn't suspected anything at first, but upon closer listening, the footsteps clearly belonged to a woman's high heels...
Furthermore, one foot was deeper than the other.
Mu Lingzhang steadied himself and quickened his pace down the stairs. However, the sound of the woman's high heels lingered in his ears like a curse; Mu Lingzhang lost track of how long he had been running down the stairs…
It's been about half an hour, hasn't it?
What's going on? Why did it take him so long to run just three floors? Even if I'm old and not as fit as a young person, I shouldn't be running at a snail's pace!
This time, Mu Lingzhang was truly panicked.
He suddenly closed his eyes, groped for the stair railing, and made up his mind to go downstairs with his eyes closed.
With his eyes closed, the fear intensified within him. However, Mu Lingzhang had no other choice; he realized that the number of steps he took with his eyes closed was one less than the number he had just taken.
Yes... this is the right way.
What should have been a five-minute walk took Mu Lingzhang twenty minutes with his eyes closed.
Until he bumped into a wall of people.
Teacher Mu Lingzhang, whose voice was usually gentle and soothing, let out a terrified scream like a pig being slaughtered: "Ahhh—"
"Teacher Mou, what's wrong?"
Uh-huh--!!!
Mu Lingzhang immediately opened his eyes and, by the light of the flashlight, saw a familiar face.
"Yan Chiyu?"
Mu Lingzhang cautiously reached out and touched it... It was warm, somewhat fleshy, and somewhat bony.
It's a living person!
"Yan, classmate!" Mu Lingzhang suddenly nestled into Yan Chiyu's arms like a little bird, still feeling quite shaken, and said in a trembling voice, "Teacher just finished grading homework, and also, Teacher isn't feeling well, could you take me home?"
It's not a pleasant feeling to have a grown man, an old-fashioned man, throwing himself into your arms.
Yan Chiyu suppressed the urge to bulge out his veins.
"..."
Why did he realize that Mu Lingzhang might be in danger right after taking a shower, and then teleport over to save him?
"Yan...you, say something."
Yan Chiyu: "Okay."
Yan Chiyu's veins throbbed: "Teacher, men shouldn't touch each other. Please let go."
Mu Lingzhang: ...
What if I don't want to loosen it?
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