Chapter 10: Quick Transmigration: Film and Television Multiverse Chapter 10 Tian Yulan's Question

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Night fell like a huge black curtain, slowly descending and shrouding the entire city. Ten thousand lights sparkled like brilliant stars, yet they could not dispel the gloom in Tian Yulan's heart.

Tian Yulan sat on the spacious but somewhat cold living room sofa at her home, her face dark as if water could drip from it.

Her eyes were fixed on the class group on her mobile phone screen, her fingers constantly swiping across the screen, each swipe seeming to carry endless anger.

She recalled her chat with the parents in the group, and the anger in her heart grew more intense. Those parents had initially been discussing Zhong Yi privately setting up a tutoring class with righteous indignation in the parent group, but now they were all silent as cicadas in winter.

It turned out Tian Yulan had sent several messages to Zhong Yi, but Zhong Yi had not replied to any of them.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and she directly questioned Zhong Yi in the class group as to why he had privately set up a tutoring class outside.

However, after the message was sent, Zhong Yi still did not respond. The class group was silent, as if frozen, with only Tian Yulan's questioning message hanging there alone, appearing especially glaring.

Tian Yulan muttered angrily to herself: "How can these people be so unreliable? Just now they were talking so lively, but at the critical moment they all shrank back."

Yan Peng walked out of the room, and seeing Tian Yulan like this, his heart was full of helplessness.

He walked to Tian Yulan's side and said softly: "Wife, quickly withdraw the message. Other parents all know they cannot offend teachers, why are you so impulsive? You love to stick your neck out; what if Zi You gets targeted by the teacher in the class?"

Tian Yulan was already irritable at this moment, and hearing Yan Peng's words made her even angrier. She glared fiercely at Yan Peng and said unhappily: "What do you know? Zhong Yi doing this is wrong; I cannot let him ruin the children's future. These parents are too disappointing, not one of them dares to stand up and speak."

Tian Yulan felt more and more unwilling to accept it, and quickly sent a voice message in the parent group: "I don't need you to stick your necks out; can't you support me even a little? Weren't you talking so lively just now? How did you drop the chain at the critical moment?"

Then Tian Yulan also @-mentioned several parents who had been more active just now.

The few parents who were @-mentioned felt embarrassed, and reluctantly sent a few question marks in the class group to express their doubt.

Tian Yulan saw these question marks and almost smashed her mobile phone. She said angrily: "These people are really useless, not a bit of responsibility."

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, inside a lively hot pot restaurant, the lights were brilliant and the place was bustling with voices.

The diners' laughter and conversation rose and fell, and the aroma of hot pot filled the air. Zhong Yi was devouring plate after plate of fatty beef. He was completely immersed in the world of food, his mobile phone silenced and placed to one side, completely unaware of what was happening in the class group.

At the same time, Song Jie and Zhang Xue'er were also dining out.

Today happened to be their turn for duty, and after school, at Song Jie's so-called invitation to exchange tutoring class experience, Zhang Xue'er had no choice but to go out to eat with him.

They sat in an elegant restaurant, soft lights falling on the table, creating a warm atmosphere.

Both of them saw the messages in the group, after all Song Jie was the Chinese teacher of Class One, and of course he was also in the Class One group.

Seeing a parent questioning Zhong Yi about setting up a tutoring class, Song Jie was delighted in his heart and almost laughed out loud. He tried hard to restrain his smile and asked Zhang Xue'er: "Teacher Zhang, do you know about Teacher Zhong setting up a tutoring class?"

Zhang Xue'er said hesitantly: "Zhong Yi did indeed run a tutoring class before, but after the new policies were issued this year, it seems he hasn't run one anymore."

Song Jie said: "You must have been deceived by him. The parents are openly saying it in the group, so he must have opened one."

Zhang Xue'er was no longer sure now, and quickly called Zhong Yi, but after calling several times in a row, no one answered.

Song Jie said at this time: "He must have a guilty conscience, or he is probably giving a class to students."

Zhang Xue'er looked hesitant, and the meal was tasteless.

She said to Song Jie: "I will go to school tomorrow to ask the students and see if any students are taking classes at Zhong Yi's place."

Song Jie also said: "Then I will go to Class Two tomorrow and ask too."

A good meal was messed up by Zhong Yi's matter, and Zhang Xue'er had no mood left. Song Jie had no choice but to send her home; Zhang Xue'er's car was left at the school, so Song Jie could pick Zhang Xue'er up for work tomorrow morning, killing two birds with one stone.

After Zhang Xue'er got home, her mother pulled her and asked: "Xiao Xue, who sent you back? I see you've been sent back often recently, and they came to pick you up in the morning too. Is it this car? Did Zhong Yi buy a car? Impossible?"

Zhang Xue'er was worried about Zhong Yi's tutoring class matter; she had called Zhong Yi more than ten times on the way, but no one answered.

Hearing her mother's words, Zhang Xue'er said weakly: "It's our colleague, not Zhong Yi. I have already broken up with Zhong Yi."

Zhang Mu, upon hearing this, quickly asked happily: "You finally dumped that poor kid Zhong Yi? Great. He always talked about saving money to buy a house, who knows which lifetime he would save enough for. Dumping him is good. So where is the person you're dating now from? What does his family do? How old is he? Bring him back one day for mom to meet."

Zhang Xue'er sighed helplessly and said: "Mom, don't think wildly. We are just colleagues, not what you think. And it wasn't me who dumped Zhong Yi; it was Zhong Yi who dumped me."

After saying this, she turned and walked into her room, closed the door, and left Zhang Mu standing there with an expression of disbelief.

After Zhang Mu came to her senses, she quickly ran over and knocked on Zhang Xue'er's door, saying: "What? Zhong Yi dumped you? What right does that poor kid have? Does he want to die? Xiao Xue, come out."

But Zhang Xue'er ignored her completely, just lay on the bed and shed tears that she did not know were from sorrow or regret.

As the city lights came on, the night of the city was filled with a peaceful and warm atmosphere. Nan Li and Xia Junshan sat in the bright and tidy dining room at home, with several delicious home-cooked dishes on the table, emitting an enticing aroma.

They ate dinner while chatting casually.

At this moment, the phone's notification sound suddenly rang. Nan Li picked up her phone and took a look, discovering it was a message from the class group. At first, seeing the messages in the parent group, neither of them paid attention. Nan Li slightly frowned and said: "What is Tian Yulan messing with again? Really making a fuss over nothing. Just a fluctuation in grades, what's the big deal?"

Xia Junshan also nodded and echoed: "Ignore her, let's eat our meal."

However, as Tian Yulan questioned Zhong Yi in the class group, the atmosphere in the group became tense.

Nan Li looked at the messages on the phone screen, and a trace of worry arose in her heart. She put down her chopsticks and said to Xia Junshan: "Why don't you call Zhong Yi and ask him to reply to Tian Yulan? Otherwise, the matter will blow up bigger and bigger, which is not good for him either. By the way, you can also ask about Huanhuan's dropping grades."

Xia Junshan saw Nan Li's anxious eyes, agreed, and said: "Okay, I'll call him right now."

Xia Junshan took his mobile phone to the balcony. The night breeze gently brushed past, bringing a bit of coolness. He dialed Zhong Yi's phone, but no one answered. He called several more times, but still no one answered.