At the same time, a loud banging came from outside the door, and a man shouted impatiently, "Tell me, where's the key! This is supposed to be a place for educating people, don't force me to use force!"
First came a violent cough, as if her throat, which had been tightly gripped, had just been released. Then, a weak, hoarse voice rang out, "The school is ruined, all ruined, all ruined, Yu'er... Yu'er, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to the school! My school... my school..."
The only sentence repeated over and over again clearly indicated that the person suspected to be the principal was on the verge of collapse from the blow.
Cheng Shuang wanted to listen more, but Liao Yuewei pulled her, and she stumbled through the wardrobe with its two doors. She took off the photo frame to avoid leaving the 'key' to the bandits outside.
The 20-square-meter semi-circular room, like an attic, has a ceiling height of at least five meters and features a unique design with half a wall and half a glass panel.
Liao Yuewei entered the house and found the 'button' to close the door at the entrance. A plump vase stood on the flower stand, all alone with no furniture on either side. The vase was unusually smooth from being touched. With a twist, the wardrobe slowly closed. Unless the principal said something, the thugs outside would have to search for at least a while.
Cheng Shuang looked up at the high ceiling. Twenty square meters wasn't a large space, but it was divided into two floors in the form of a small loft.
But the little girl didn't understand why there was another bed on top when there was a single bed and a three-door wardrobe below.
It wasn't exactly a bed, but rather a single mattress laid on the attic floor, along with a simple bedside table. On the bedside table were a porcelain cup and a stack of neatly cut, palm-sized pieces of white paper.
Doesn't the principal live alone?
"Is this a case of keeping a mistress hidden away?" Liao Yuewei also walked up the stairs, her expression somewhat disappointed. "I didn't find anything downstairs, except for a few pieces of women's clothing."
Keeping a mistress in a gilded cage?
Cheng Shuang stayed at home with her mother and watched a TV series about the Emperor of Han Dynasty. She knew the story, but why did they need to put two beds together?
Wasn't Chen Ajiao the Empress and the wife?
Husbands and wives should share the same bed.
"Sister!" The little girl raised her hand and stared intently at the photo frame in her hand, ignoring the chaos outside.
Perhaps the principal was more cautious; this place was clearly not as soundproof as his office, where he could respond promptly if someone knocked. So now, the commotion of the thugs kicking down the door and rushing in could be clearly heard.
Are they... moving books?
Cheng Shuang's ears twitched, drawing her attention back to the present. They couldn't afford to delay any longer; they had no way out now.
What the little girl didn't know was that although she had taken the picture frame down, there was still one oversight she had made.
The seemingly honest man looked around the rather simple office, his gaze settling on the wreckage of a sailboat, broken into wood chips, in the corner of the desk.
He walked over, picked it up, smelled it, and immediately threw it on the ground in dissatisfaction.
Then, he glanced at the principal, whose eyes were bloodshot and whose expression was empty and blank, and a hint of suspicion flashed across his face.
"Is the door locked?" he asked one of the men carrying books in a cold voice.
"Yes, brother!" the burly man quickly replied.
"That's strange!" The man rubbed his fingertips, his honest face showing confusion, which made people less wary, but the calculation in his eyes sent chills down their spines. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that the wood got damp and rotted?" Otherwise, why would it have a fishy smell!
Just as the man was about to examine the book more closely with his handkerchief in hand, one of his subordinates exclaimed excitedly, "Boss, there's a jewelry box hidden inside the book!"
The man paused. Since he couldn't catch anyone, he could only seek money. He couldn't leave empty-handed. Even if one or two fish were caught, could they possibly escape during their search?
Without hesitation, he turned around, went to the bookshelf, pushed aside the subordinate carrying the jewelry box, snatched the heavy, exquisite metal jewelry box, swept away the clutter on the desk, placed it on the shelf, then glanced at the combination lock, and gave the unmoved principal a friendly smile, "Help our principal wake up!"
Several burly men surrounded the principal, who was slumped on the ground and delirious, and punched him hard... Unfortunately, the principal didn't even utter a sound, and only mumbled the same sentence.
It seems all its vitality has been taken away, leaving only an empty shell!
The two people separated by a wall were unaware that they had escaped a disaster.
Liao Yuewei turned her head to look at Cheng Shuang, waiting for her to finish her sentence, but saw that the little girl's eyes were almost glued to the photo frame. She couldn't help but laugh and pinched her nose, "Is it really that pretty?"
"Not as pretty as my sister, but... she looks so familiar!" Cheng Shuang snapped out of her daze, rubbed her nose, took out a piece of paper from her spatial storage to practice pencil writing, tore off a small piece, stuck it on the beauty's face, and then drew... two circles on it.
"Sister, doesn't she look like a school principal wearing glasses?"
Liao Yuewei peeked out and covered her mouth in utter astonishment to prevent herself from screaming, "Principal? Principal! It's her, she's a woman! My God! The makeup skills of this great Eastern country are never to be underestimated."
“So Yu’er is that little boy, her son!” The girl put down her pen, her tone ambiguous. “This school is her lifelong pride, and this son is her lifelong secret.”
"The class monitor—that's Yu'er!"
As soon as Cheng Shuang finished speaking, her vision blurred.
Having experienced countless sudden shifts in space like this, the young girl calmly glanced at Liao Yuewei beside her, and only after confirming that she was still there did she turn her attention to the single bed covered with a gray sheet.
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