—As Teacher Zheng Feng said, if you want to pursue someone, you have to be passionate and daring, even if it means sacrificing your life for them.
I think he makes a lot of sense. He truly is my best mentor in matters of the heart. I will work even harder for the one I love.
Yi Tianran immediately recognized the handwriting on the note as Su Mo's.
She frowned and murmured, "Zheng Feng?"
This name sounds too familiar.
In a flash, it dawned on her that the most popular Chinese teacher in their school was none other than that teacher.
He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a handsome appearance and impeccable attire. His lectures were humorous and witty, and he was always able to joke around with his students.
Everyone who meets him says he has a good personality, is gentle and refined, and harmless...
But how could such a male teacher with such high moral character be a relationship mentor to female students in private?
And what kind of era is this, where people talk about sacrificing their lives for love? In love, there is only mutual giving and cherishing of life. While you love others, you must also learn to love yourself.
Yet he incited his students to disregard all costs for love.
It seems that those who do bad things are often the most secretive, and they put on a very good show.
She picked up a pen from the side, rested her chin on her hand, pondered for a moment, and had already made up her mind.
...
The next day.
Yi Tianran used the excuse of delivering exam papers on behalf of the class representative to go to the teachers' office.
It's lunchtime, and there's no one in the office.
Her gaze swept across the teachers' desks, and she quickly spotted the tidiest one, which bore Zheng Feng's nameplate.
There was a stack of lesson plans on the table, and next to it was a pen holder containing several ballpoint pens and fountain pens.
"Huh?" Just then, a female teacher walked in from outside the door. "Which class are you in? What are you doing here!"
Holding the test paper, Yi Tianran turned around innocently and said obediently, "I am a student from Class 10. I came to deliver the test paper to Teacher Xu on behalf of the class representative, but I couldn't find his workstation."
"Oh, Lao Xu! The second seat in the third row is his." The female teacher pointed casually and returned to her seat, which, coincidentally, was right next to Zheng Feng's workstation.
"Thank you, teacher." Yi Tianran obediently walked over and put down the test paper.
Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, then walked up to the female teacher and asked, "Beautiful and kind teacher, may I ask you something?"
What woman doesn't like to hear others compliment her on her beauty?
Upon hearing this, a smile immediately spread across her face. "Classmate, if you have any questions, I will do my best to help you, as long as it's something I can answer."
Her eyes were clear and bright, revealing no trace of scheming. "I'd like to ask, among the teachers, has anyone ever lost a pen?"
"Hmm? Why do you ask that?"
"That's how it is." Yi Tianran didn't hide anything and casually took out the old fountain pen from her pocket. "I found it by chance a few days ago. Although it looks very old, it's well preserved. It looks like something a teacher would use, so I didn't just throw it away. What if it's important to someone?"
"Huh?" The female teacher's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the pen. "Isn't this the pen that Teacher Zheng Feng lost three months ago?"
Yi Tianran feigned innocence and asked, "Oh? What a coincidence! You remember so clearly."
The female teacher said with certainty, "Of course! There are two intersecting scratches on the pen cap, which are very distinctive. It is said that this was a keepsake left to Teacher Zheng by his mother before she passed away. He was depressed for quite a while because it was lost!"
“Really?” Yi Tianran’s eyes crinkled. “That’s wonderful. I’ll return it to Teacher Zheng. He’ll be very surprised.”
She put the pen into the pen holder, casually tossed aside a miniature surveillance device, and then left the office with a harmless smile.
Half an hour later, Zheng Feng finished his lunch and returned to the office with the other teachers, chatting and laughing.
Everything was normal as usual.
until--
He opened his lesson plan book and, as he was about to go to the pen holder to get a pen, he saw that old fountain pen.
His face turned deathly pale, his pupils contracted sharply as if he had seen a ghost, and in his panic he lost his balance and fell off the chair onto the ground.
Everyone was startled and came to their senses. "Hey! Old Zheng, are you alright?"
"How could you be so careless! Get up quickly."
"Teacher Zheng, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" The female teacher next to him ran over even more worriedly, squatted down, and helped him up from the ground. "Did you hurt yourself? This old chair is really worn out; the school should replace it..."
"Oh, oh, oh! You're feeling sorry for me now? You fell down and are blaming the chair for being bad. Why don't you care about me like this usually? Xiaomei, we're colleagues, isn't this a bit too biased?" A male teacher said sarcastically.
"You're an old, frail, married man, and you still want young girls to care about you? You're dreaming!" He was immediately looked down upon by the other teachers.
Some teachers jokingly remarked, "Besides, how can you compare to Teacher Zheng? He's handsome, gentle, and a golden bachelor! Our Teacher Xiao Mei is only twenty-eight, the perfect age to get married, don't you understand?"
Xiao Mei blushed with embarrassment. "Teacher Xu, don't talk nonsense!"
"So you're shy already?" the teachers teased. "Hey Zheng! It's about time you settled down! You see Xiao Mei has a crush on you, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
Zheng Feng's face turned pale, and he forced a smile, his expression unconvincing. "Right now, I'm focused on my career, hoping for a promotion and a raise. I've already paid off the mortgage, so I don't have any plans for that yet."
This can be considered a tacit rejection.
In an instant, the smiles on the teachers' faces faded, and even Xiao Mei, who had been teased, had a hint of hurt in her eyes.
In the past, Zheng Feng wouldn't have been so direct; he would have been more tactful and mindful of everyone's feelings.
Today, however, he was clearly out of sorts and seemed strange.
Xiao Mei quickly recovered from her disappointment and asked worriedly, "Teacher Zheng, what exactly happened to you just now?"
Zheng Feng nervously swallowed, pointing to the fountain pen in the pen holder, "I clearly remember losing this pen, how could this be..."
"Oh!" Xiaomei then remembered and said apologetically, "A student from Class 10 found this by chance. I recognized it as yours at a glance, so the other person returned it to you. I forgot to mention it earlier."
Class 10!
Isn't that Su Mo's class?
In an instant, a thunderclap exploded in Zheng Feng's mind.
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