White-clad deliveryman serving wine (9)
Silence fell on the other end, with no response for a moment, but Shu Ningmiao could still hear his steady breathing.
Shu Changyan finally spoke after a long pause: "Whoever is getting the gift, it's fine to let the housekeeper buy it. I'll pay for it, okay?"
He absentmindedly fiddled with the ornamental flowers placed in front of the French windows, his brows furrowing.
Shu Changyan understood his younger sister's temperament. If no one reminded her, she probably wouldn't even know whose birthday it was, let alone think of taking the time to pick out a gift for someone else.
After thinking it over, it seemed that only the Shi family's child had a birthday this month. He couldn't quite remember Shi Yu's detailed information, but putting it all together, the most likely person was Shi Yu, after all... the two of them were still dating.
Shu Ningmiao suddenly spoke up: "Don't you have time?"
Shu Changyan frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, his thick, dark eyelashes casting soft shadows: "Yes."
"Come pick me up this morning." Shu Ningmiao didn't stand on ceremony with him. "Goodnight."
Shu Changyan smiled helplessly. The terminal in his hand quickly went dark. He looked out the window at the countless tall buildings, their interior lights forming a river of neon lights, reflecting a small part of Pines.
Perhaps this is why Union Tower has a completely transparent exterior; looking down from the top of Union Tower, the entire city seems to be covered by a layer of glass.
Only by gazing upon the city they protected could he truly feel the reality of protecting someone important.
Therefore, he was willing to believe in the righteousness of drawing his sword, and to place his life and soul above the justice of the nation, until he was squeezed dry of his last drop of value.
—Shu Ningmiao started looking for Wei Shengqianheng as soon as she opened her eyes in the morning.
Sure enough, he took leave.
Yelüqi also didn't come to school, and Weston even took a few minutes in class to emphasize that Yelüqi was absent because of gastrointestinal bleeding.
—Someone definitely asked him to say that. Does Weston seem like the kind of person who would gossip about other teachers with students on purpose? It's too deliberate.
The man walked briskly after finishing his lecture, as if he wanted to teleport out of the classroom the moment the bell rang, without lingering for even half a day. Shu Ningmiao followed behind him and only called out to him when they reached the office door.
Weston had sensed that she had followed him, but her arrival at this time was definitely not a good thing.
She wasn't asking him about Yelüqi; she probably just wanted him to sign this or that. Weston glanced at her sideways, his face expressionless, and reached out to close the office door, giving her the cold shoulder.
Shu Ningmiao lowered her head, slipped under his arm, and nimbly squeezed in through the gap in the door that wasn't fully closed. She then sat down opposite his desk, seemingly familiar with the place.
Weston closed the door and took a deep breath: "Miss Shu Ningmiao, your physical education teacher is on leave, but that doesn't mean your physical education class is canceled."
"It won't take up too much of your time, teacher."
"Not even for a second." He slammed the book down on the table, stirring up a fine layer of dust. "If you don't want me to deduct all your participation points, go back now, immediately."
Shu Ningmiao kicked the adjustable chair, which spun around and turned to face Weston, just in time to avoid all the dust.
She blinked: "I want to ask..."
Before she could speak, she felt an invisible force seal her mouth shut; Weston had used Pandora to gag her.
“No questions allowed.” Weston sat down opposite her, his expression grim, and then slowly emphasized, “Any questions.”
Shu Ningmiao slowly turned back, poked her lips with her fingertip, and recovered from the controlled state, smiling: "I won't ask Teacher Yeluqi any questions."
"When did you have your cochlear implant removed?" Weston's voice was icy cold, each word clear and sharp, cutting to the bone: "I'm telling you, don't ask any questions. Don't take your ignorance for granted. There's no need to be curious about everything."
Without even glancing at Shu Ningmiao in front of him, he picked up the quill pen beside him and impatiently scribbled on the paper, seemingly determined not to answer a single word to her today.
This sudden, chilling voice had no effect on Shu Ningmiao, who was used to hearing it, but Weston was unusually impatient today, as if he had been hit by a firecracker. It seemed that Yelü Qi's matter was not without its impact on him.
Before Weston could utter any more sarcastic remarks, she lightly tapped the table, and instantly, the quill pen, exam paper, and textbook in his hands were all "controlled" by Pandora and flew to the ceiling.
“Looks like you’re eager to show off your newfound skills.” Weston released his grip sarcastically, causing things to clatter across the table, interrupting his earlier attempt to drive him away: “Why don’t you go work in a circus?”
"Listen to me, okay? Teacher. I just want to ask about Wei Sheng Qian Heng." Shu Ningmiao made a truce gesture: "You know what his special ability is, right?"
Weston tapped the edge of the table: "Get out."
Shu Ningmiao remained unmoved and continued, "He said before that his ability 'Forgiveness' could prevent other ability users within range from using their abilities, right? But in my experience with his abilities, I felt that the abilities he demonstrated seemed to be somewhat different from what he said."
"So?" Weston noncommittally removed his monocle, and the mess on the table slowly began to shift and stack itself, becoming tidy.
“I just wanted to confirm with you whether the superpower he described is the same as what’s recorded in the file.” Shu Ningmiao leaned over to look at him: “He could have just not said it, why did he have to lie to me? Don’t you find it suspicious? Prometheus has already caused several accidents, I’m just doing this for the school as a precaution.”
Weston, upon hearing her words, did not seem to agree much: "Miss Shu, let me remind you, clergy are not allowed to lie."
She really hadn't expected this. When she searched for the Yangsong Church on the terminal before, it seemed that there were some doctrines such as not lying and not accumulating wealth, but she didn't take it to heart.
“Doctrines are dead, but people are alive.” Shu Ningmiao held her breath for a moment, then said confidently, “...Aren’t people just saying one thing and doing another?”
“…That’s you.” Weston pressed his fingertips against the bridge of his nose and looked down. “The holiness of the Church of Awe means that believers will not join forces with Prometheus, but to prevent you from doubting your classmate all the time, I can tell you that his superpower is not a problem. It matches the records and has been tested and verified by the National Research Center. It is impossible for it to be fake.”
Shu Ningmiao frowned: "Could it be that the test results are wrong?"
Weston said coldly, "The probability of it being less than that of you having a brain problem is probably smaller."
"Can one person have two superpowers?" Shu Ningmiao asked him, unwilling to give up.
Weston gave her a look as if she were an idiot: "No, get out."
This time, Shu Ningmiao didn't refute him. She stood up absentmindedly, silently closed the door to his office, and had an unusual calm.
Weston watched her movements, his brow furrowing unconsciously.
If it's not Wei Sheng Qian Heng, then who could it be?
This question swirled in her mind, and she became increasingly puzzled. More importantly, the ability that Wei Shengqianheng used in his practice of supernatural powers was definitely not "forgiveness," as she had witnessed with her own eyes.
When I arrived at the training ground, the physical training class was about to begin. Since it wasn't Yelüqi's class today, most people were already there.
The substitute teacher was the physical education teacher for Class E. Since he was unfamiliar with Yeluqi's teaching methods, he simply let them move around freely in the training field and not leave the training field.
They scattered across the training field, which could simulate other sports venues. Some people started to relax and gather in twos and threes to play other sports.
Chris and her friends sat on the outer seats chatting and commenting on the boys playing basketball—they got hot from playing and their tank tops occasionally bounced up to their chests, and they were mainly responsible for commenting on their upper bodies after taking off their shirts.
Chris spotted her and waved loudly, calling for her to come and sit down.
Shu Ningmiao sat next to Chris, still thinking about what had just happened: "Remember to call me by my name next time you talk to me, my full name."
“What’s wrong with you? Who talks like that? —Shu Ningmiao, look at this —Shu Ningmiao, look at that?” Chris’s eyes finally left those neatly arranged abs: “No, it will make me look stupid.”
Shu Ningmiao chose the simplest solution: "I'll buy you a new bag."
"Shu Ningmiao, you're so kind." Chris's expression immediately changed, and she sweetly hugged her arm: "I've wanted to call you that for a long time."
“…No need to shout so many times.” She looked around to see if there were any suspicious people, but unexpectedly met a pair of stunned and absent eyes.
You An is very tall and upright. He shoots the most balls on the court. He had long since taken off his vest and was wearing shorts with his shirt off. His wheat-colored skin was shiny, revealing smooth muscle lines. He was full of youthful vigor.
The ball swished through the basket, and the onlookers cheered and celebrated loudly for him.
The boy stood there blankly, turning his head to stare at her stupidly, sweat still clinging to his face, his hair hanging down, wet and disheveled.
Shu Ningmiao noticed that he was looking at her, so she nodded politely. Just as she looked away, she heard a muffled thud. She turned back and saw You An holding his head and bent over, almost bursting into tears from the pain.
The ball flew several meters away and bounced a few times on the ground, clearly the culprit.
The others were startled and quickly gathered around to ask him how he was. You An carefully rubbed his head where he had been hit and simply nodded to indicate that he was alright.
Seeing that he was alright, the classmate next to him joked, "Serves you right for staring at him like that."
You An's gaze was so obvious, and Shu Ningmiao was always dazzling, it was hard for them not to notice. Several people glanced at Shu Ningmiao in a gossipy and subtle way, thinking it was a pity that Young Master Shi never came to physical education class, otherwise there would be a good show to watch.
Chris nudged Shu Ningmiao: "He's infatuated with you. I support you. It's okay. You can keep it a secret from Young Master Shi. The more lovers you have, the more impressive you are!"
For some reason, although Shu Ningmiao appeared calm, her face revealed a hint of coldness: "Don't talk nonsense."
The incident was quickly forgotten, and everyone else resumed play, laughing and joking.
Why did he look at her like that just now? Chris called her name several times, but only You An reacted so strongly.
Even though You An always seemed harmless, Shu Ningmiao couldn't help but start to suspect him.
Those eyes that were peering at her couldn't have lingered there for no reason.
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