Chapter 98: Meeting on the Pedestrian Bridge Again

"Siwen, do you like Zhai Da?"

Lu Zetao had been observing the battle for a long time. This was the first time he spoke, and the scene was quite quiet for a moment.

Seeming to be afraid that Lu Siwen would brush it off, Lu Zetao added: "I mean the kind of liking where you date."

After speaking, both parents were observing Lu Siwen's complexion.

But unexpectedly, after a brief moment of astonishment, Lu Siwen did not show a panicked or shy expression, but instead began to think about this matter seriously.

Finally, she shook her head, as if she wasn't very sure herself: "It's not liking... it shouldn't be..."

Although she said that, the first reaction that appeared in her mind wasn't Zhai Da, but the girl on the back seat of the bicycle who had come with Zhai Da's mother that day.

Lu Zetao: "But you have a good impression of him, right?"

This time, Lu Siwen could no longer deny it.

Longing, envy, admiration, respect... these were all good impressions.

Lu Siwen nodded without hesitation; admitting this wasn't anything to be embarrassed about. Classmate Zhai was so outstanding...

"Then Dad asks you a second question: do you not want to go abroad anymore?"

"Husband!"

"Let me finish asking."

Lu Zetao ignored Qian Yarong's protest and waited for his daughter's answer.

This time, Lu Siwen pondered for a longer time, and finally nodded cautiously: "I'm worried I won't adapt to going abroad..."

Lu Zetao temporarily closed his book.

His tone was calm, and no inclination could be heard: "Going to a new environment, not adapting is inevitable. The family has prepared for this matter of going abroad for many years, both in terms of mental effort and financial resources. In the more than two years of communication, you have never opposed it. Going back on your word at this final stage will make it very difficult for your mother."

Lu Siwen suddenly felt very uncomfortable in her heart... but she could only nod.

She also had many grievances... How could she have known what going abroad meant before... How old was she then?

But she couldn't say it...

Qian Yarong crossed her arms:

"Your third mock exam score is 390. I asked a friend; if you only consider the cutoff line, it's about at the level of Southeast University or Nanjing University. Do you know where they rank in the global university rankings?"

Lu Siwen shook her head.

"They don't have a ranking, just the latest list this year."

"Even Tsinghua and Peking, which are on the list, don't even rank as high as universities in Brazil or Argentina. Siwen, we are all doing this for your own good. How many people want to go abroad but can't find a way? They don't have this condition!"

Under the suppression of real-time data, Lu Siwen gradually lost the courage to refute and lowered her head to accept the education.

And after Lu Zetao finished asking the two questions, he seemed to no longer get involved in this dispute, just continuing to read his book.

Occasionally, when seeing exciting content, he would even take a signature pen out of his chest pocket and underline it.

"'The sky is most beautiful when it is about to be dark, and love is most sinking when it is about to be loved'... written so well..."

On the book cover, there were only four characters: "The Long Journey of Lu." It was the first half of the book that Lu Zetao had photocopied with Zhai Da's consent before it was mailed out. He had already read it three times.

He was absorbing the "literary spirit" and finding the feeling.

The Lu family dinner ended, and it couldn't be called a happy ending, because one side of the dispute seemed to have already surrendered.

Lu Siwen returned to her room, burdened with worries.

The ragdoll cat always followed its little owner, rubbing against Lu Siwen's smooth calves as usual, seemingly feeling that its little owner was in a bad mood.

Lu Siwen sat on the bed for a moment, then simply lay back, throwing herself onto the soft mattress.

The highly elastic mattress swayed slightly, along with the girl's plumpness that was usually not revealed.

Lu Siwen raised her hand to cover the dazzling light from the ceiling and muttered to herself:

"Right, I haven't replied to Classmate Zhai yet..."

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The next morning, Zhai Da still hadn't received a reply from Lu Siwen, but he wasn't in a hurry. At school or on the way to school, there would always be a time when they could meet.

Maybe she was thinking about how to refuse this ten thousand plus yuan? Zhai Da wasn't very sure.

However, after he arrived at school and devoted himself entirely to his studies, he forgot about this matter again. There were only ten or so days left until the college entrance exam. If one counted the three days of leave usually given before the exam for preparation, there was even less class time.

Therefore, the teachers of all subjects seemed as if their gym memberships were about to expire, cranking up the intensity.

The "Four Heavenly Kings" of "Chinese, Math, English, Physics" divided the students' day cleanly. There were fifteen minutes in total for breaks, with the previous class dragging on for seven minutes and the next class starting seven minutes early.

The extra minute was for students to practice the hundred-meter dash, by the way, go to the bathroom, and challenge the limits of their field of vision.

Of course, everything was built on the foundation of "self-spurring." At this time, no one would say anything even if one was truly late.

In the afternoon, Ding Rong, the Chinese teacher for the last class, dragged the class on for another ten minutes. Finally hearing the words "class dismissed," Zhai Da hadn't even finished stretching when he heard Ding Rong call him:

"Zhai Da, come to the office with me for a moment."

Zhai Da was helpless and could only get up and follow her out.

In his past life, hearing "come to my office," Zhai Da would shudder all over and immediately start self-checking what had exploded.

Now his mindset was much more peaceful. With his grades as the top in the school, no matter what exploded, the teacher would have to help cover it up. This was called duty.

Inside the office, some teachers were already eating, and there was a smell of food.

Ding Rong brought Zhai Da to her workstation:

"There aren't many days left in your school life. June 3rd is the last day of class, and then there will be three days off to go home and prepare for the exam. The school plans to hold a mobilization meeting on the 3rd; you could also call it a graduation ceremony."

Zhai Da nodded and waited for the follow-up. In his past life, he also had this memory. Basically, every school had this kind of thing, just at different points in time. Some were particularly early, even in the first semester of the third year of high school; some were particularly late, only doing it in the last two days.

It all depended on the principal's mood.

"Didn't you get first in the grade in the third mock exam? And you are a typical example of thick accumulation and thin hair. The school wants you to speak at the mobilization meeting as an outstanding student representative."

This was a bit beyond Zhai Da's expectations. Unknowingly...

Had he mixed his way into being an outstanding student representative? What a distant term.

Perhaps Ding Rong also felt it was a bit magical and smiled, saying: "I didn't expect that in my first time as a homeroom teacher, I would produce a 'big shot' like you. I used to hear that boys develop late and become fiercer the further they go in the second half. I thought it was a joke."

"Don't be afraid that the speaking matter will delay your studies. It won't be made very complicated. You just need to read the manuscript; it's already prepared for you, with a total length of at most three minutes."

Zhai Da nodded. If that was the case, it seemed he didn't need to refuse and accepted this errand.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhai Da suddenly turned back and said: "What about this, what if I write a manuscript myself?"

"Still, studies should come first. Don't disperse your energy."

"It's not troublesome. My essay writing is good, remember?"

"Alright then, but I have to review it. After all, it's a public speech."

Zhai Da made an "OK" gesture and turned to leave.

Ding Rong couldn't help but laugh. Sometimes communicating with Zhai Da, she really didn't feel like she was talking to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student.

Teachers always have a deeper impression of the class they are homeroom teachers for the first time. At least for this child Zhai Da, she felt that even if she reached seventy, she wouldn't forget him.

This batch of children was also her "youth" that she couldn't return to.

She believed Zhai Da would also become a frequent guest in Ding Rong's mouth, appearing in the education of every batch of junior students in the future.

Even a "legend" in the mouths of teachers of every subject.

Packing his schoolbag and leaving the classroom, Zhai Da merged into the noisy campus, pondering whether to go to an internet cafe to play around and download some new songs into the 【Dynamic MP3】.

There weren't many songs from the original owner that could be used. Even if the rhythm was impassioned and cheerful, love and affection occupied the majority.

Considering the powerful effect of the 【Dynamic MP3】, it was better to be calculating with the songs.

When passing the bus stop, Zhai Da actually met that little girl from yesterday again, but today she was with her mother. There should be a tutoring class the little girl attended nearby; they waited for the bus at the same time every day.

Zhai Da raised his eyebrows at the little girl from over ten meters away. The little girl waved happily, and the two of them greeted each other.

After Zhai Da left, the little girl's mother noticed that her daughter had been staring at somewhere and asked: "Maomao, who are you looking at?"

The little girl pointed in a general direction: "Someone I know! The person who gave Daddy a flower!"

The woman's expression immediately became serious, and she looked in the direction of her daughter's hand: "Who? Who gave Daddy a flower?"

"The one in blue and white!"

The woman's pair of electric eyes, carrying murderous intent, swept over, naturally ignoring Zhai Da who was wearing a school uniform, and locked her gaze on a woman wearing a blue and white dress.

Hmph! Very good! Very good indeed!

She immediately sent a text message: "If you want to divorce, then divorce! The child belongs to me!"

Three seconds later, a few kilometers away, a scream erupted in a certain office:

"What the hell!?"

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Zhai Da didn't know yet that he had unintentionally become a creator of disputes. Fiddling with the playing cards in his hand, he stepped onto that pedestrian bridge he passed every day.

As the seasons changed, the pedestrian bridge, which one always passed at dusk when day and night were dividing and it was about to be dark, now offered a different scenery.

Because it faced almost the widest road in Dongyang County, the view was wide. Every time one passed over the bridge, one could see the sunset glow and the red sun at the end of the traffic flow.

The reinforced concrete turned into black silhouettes, and the flowers, plants, and trees were dyed with warm golden yellow.

A short-haired girl stood alone at the edge of the pedestrian bridge, her body leaning forward slightly, looking into the distance in a daze.

This picture made Zhai Da think of a sentence: All bridges are warm because they make rivers no longer sad.

The pedestrian bridge should be the same; traffic flow is also a flow.

Zhai Da teased a bit and walked behind her:

"What's wrong? Thinking about whether to have sauce or not, to love or not?"

The short-haired girl turned her head, making Zhai Da freeze.

Lu Siwen's eyes were red. ===== CHAPTER 99 =====