The atmosphere in the office was tense. Tang Siya's face was ashen, and she looked at Song Xijun with eyes that seemed to want to tear him apart: "Song Xijun, who do you think you are, daring to negotiate with me?"
"I am indeed no match for Miss Tang."
As Song Xijun spoke, he put his phone away. Compared to Tang Siya, even his voice was flat and emotionless: "However, Miss Tang can indeed consider this matter, after all, it will greatly affect your reputation."
Hearing this, Tang Siya's stiff expression gradually became serious. Even though the hatred in Song Xijun's eyes was growing stronger, she managed to calm down.
Tang Siya knew that she was different from people like Song Xijun and Ruan Qing'an. They could disregard their reputation and commit suicide like madmen, but she, Tang Siya, could not.
She is a wealthy heiress and the one who will take over the company in the future.
Her image is of paramount importance, which is why Tang Siya goes to great lengths to obtain higher education and more academic achievements. Even when placed on a search page, she has a stack of awards!
Tang Siya hesitated for only a moment before turning to the proctor: "You can go out now. Wait at the door. Remember, don't tell anyone about what happened tonight!"
"Yes, I understand..."
The proctor never expected that his cleverness would backfire. He thought he could climb up Tang Siya's social ladder, but instead he got involved in such a big matter.
He trembled all over as he walked out of the office, and was suddenly called to a stop as he brushed past Song Xijun.
The proctor paused, "Song, Song Xijun?"
"Teacher, do you know a saying?"
"Wh-what?"
Song Xijun raised her eyes, her gaze passing through her hair, cold and indifferent: "Not all teachers deserve respect, and the teaching profession should not be respected."
Rather, they are... the people who truly teach and nurture students.
The proctor stood frozen in place, unable to utter a word for a moment, but Song Xijun had already turned her head away and no longer looked at him. Only Tang Siya continued to urge him on.
The proctor then came to his senses, hurriedly ran out of the office, closed the door, and obediently stood guard at the entrance.
After the proctor left, Tang Siya turned to Song Xijun and said irritably, "Is it interesting to say all this useless stuff? Hurry up, how much money do you want to delete the video?"
“It’s not like I’m short of your money, Miss Tang.”
Song Xijun said casually, while pressing something on her phone, "Before dawn, in order to prevent me from participating in the school's preliminary selection, they not only framed me and tried to get me punished, but also dragged Ruan Ruan into it."
"Compared to you, I want to take revenge on Dawn more."
Upon hearing this, Tang Siya narrowed her eyes slightly: "What, what do you want to do? You can't beat Li Ming."
Song Xijun glanced at the closed door behind her: "How about this, you don't care about that teacher outside, Miss Tang, you can push this matter onto that teacher and Li Ming, and I'll delete the video. You won't suffer any harm."
"He's just a teacher. Besides, you know that Li Ming has a powerful background. At most, this is just a small prank, and it won't have any impact on him at all."
Song Xijun's voice was very calm, without even the slightest emotional fluctuation. For a moment, Tang Siya was unsure what he wanted to do, but based on her understanding of Li Ming, he was not afraid of such trivial matters.
Nothing that happens at this school can't be suppressed. When it comes to money and power, the cost of Dawn taking the risk is naturally lower...
Tang Siya thought she had made her choice and said impatiently, "Fine, fine, anyway, given Li Ming's family background, this is all the little pranks you can pull."
"I'll tell that teacher right away, and you have to delete it immediately."
Tang Siya moved quickly, talking while looking down to send messages on her phone. She finished in a moment and immediately went to supervise Song Xijun as he deleted the video.
After finishing all this, it was almost time for the dormitory curfew, with only half an hour left. Tang Siya ignored Song Xijun and quickly walked out of the office.
The teacher was still waiting at the door. After seeing Tang Siya come out, he followed her downstairs, asking her questions cautiously along the way.
Tang Siya's temper flared even more: "What's there to ask? Just do as I tell you! You're worried about offending Li Ming, but you're not afraid of offending me, are you?!"
"No, no, it's just that, Miss Tang, that office was locked, yet Song Xijun was able to leave her phone there beforehand to record a video. Don't you think that, Miss Tang—"
The next moment, the proctor was slapped across the face!
Tang Siya's face was pale. Her gentle and refined demeanor as a young lady had completely vanished. Her mood had been like a rollercoaster all night, and now she was completely out of control.
She snapped, "Have you said enough? I'm telling you to do as I say, don't you understand?!"
"sorry……"
The proctor kept speaking, bowing his head and groveling, but Tang Siya still kicked him. He winced in pain and suddenly remembered what Song Xijun had said.
He seems to have given the same answer when he took the teacher qualification exam...
...
Meanwhile, inside the teaching building.
Song Xijun locked the door again and walked out of the office. The corridor was pitch black, but through the glass window, the moonlight spread across the ground, as bright as a ribbon.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly saw a spark flickering at the end of the corridor, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke. Song Xijun instinctively walked towards it.
A pitch-black night, a bright, clear moon.
A slender girl, dressed in a black short skirt, sat on the window frame, her long, fair legs crossed. Even the moonlight seemed to pale in comparison to her radiant whiteness. A cigarette was held between her delicate fingers, and cigarette butts littered the ground around her feet.
As the sparks flickered on and off, and breaths rose and fell, the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere in addition to the smell of smoke.
Ruan Qing'an stared at Song Xijun with his leaden eyes, then suddenly raised his phone. On the screen was the video that Song Xijun had promised Tang Siya to delete: "You sent me this before you deleted it, you blockhead."
"...Did you see everything?"
Song Xijun's voice was hoarse, and he asked in an unusually low voice. Even when confronting Tang Siya, his emotions were as still as a stagnant pool, but now his heart was pounding.
At this moment, Ruan Qing'an simply nodded and exhaled a smoke ring: "Wood, you really are a hidden talent. I thought you were just a pitiful little thing that I bullied, just like when you were a kid."
"If you're capable of scheming against Tang Siya, then I'm afraid... that initial beating incident really was your doing, wasn't it?"
Song Xijun did not deny it, and Ruan Qing'an's tone was already certain. The atmosphere was silent. She finally couldn't help but chuckle, but it was with a hint of self-mockery: "And yet I thought it wasn't you back then, and tried to clear your name..."
Upon hearing this, Song Xijun panicked. He knew that if Ruan Qing'an hadn't been convinced that he was the one who had been wronged, she wouldn't have been involved in this matter, wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation at the school, and wouldn't have experienced all of the previous events.
Not to mention, it was he who pulled her down...
The poor little thing she should have protected turned out to be even more ruthless than her. Song Xijun didn't even dare to look Ruan Qing'an in the eye, hastily avoiding her gaze.
He said softly, "...I'm sorry."
"I probably won't like him anymore," Song Xijun thought to himself. That addictive favoritism was like the light he saw when he was in the abyss. If it were to be taken away one day, it would tug at his heart with pain, as if he were going to die.
The atmosphere was silent, as if a death sentence had been handed down.
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