The Female Teacher Who Fights Back - Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Money Makes the Devil Turn the Mill 4

“Sigh, I really don’t know whether it’s good luck or bad luck for those students to end up with a teacher like you,” Sister Qing sighed softly, her words laced with a teasing eagerness to watch the drama unfold.

“Sister Qing, worrying too much makes it easy to get wrinkles.” After saying this, Wu Lang stared intently at the corners of Sister Qing’s eyes and began counting with extreme seriousness: “One, two, three…”

Having her sore spot stepped on, Sister Qing immediately widened her almond eyes, her delicate brows standing on end as she burst out cursing without a shred of ladylike decorum: “Screw you! I’m as beautiful as a flower and eternally youthful! Where on earth would I get wrinkles?”

It was true that everyone possessed a love for beauty, but Sister Qing’s love for beauty was well beyond that of a normal person. Thus, the things she could least tolerate were her increasing age and negative comments from others regarding her looks. However, not many people were privy to this top-secret information, though a certain woman happened to be one of them.

“By the way, the month after next will be your fortieth birthday, Sister Qing. Why don’t we invite our friends from the Grateai Club to have a meal together at the revolving restaurant in Xusheng Hotel?”

Upon hearing this, Sister Qing’s body couldn’t help but quiver slightly, and her voice softened considerably: “Langlang, wouldn’t that… be too much trouble for you?”

“No trouble at all. After all, you can be considered half a mother to me. A child celebrating her mother’s birthday is only right and proper.”

Hearing Wu Lang use the very words she herself had spoken not long ago to brush her off, Sister Qing suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and continued to persuade her: “That Xusheng Hotel is quite expensive. How could I have the heart to let you spend so much money?”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as the food is good.” As the ultimate specimen among deadbeats, Wu Lang—whose pockets were completely empty twenty-nine days out of a month on average—nonetheless possessed the ability to eat and drink for free at all sorts of high-end establishments.

“But—”

“It’s settled then!” Wu Lang gave Sister Qing no room to back out, settling the matter directly with a single strike of the gavel. As she walked to the doorway, she suddenly said out of nowhere: “Uncle Luo has always missed you dearly. When you have time, go visit him.”

Sister Qing was startled for a moment, then lowered her eyelids, laughing half-pensive, half-teasingly: “Langlang, you’ve changed.”

“Is that so?” Wu Lang turned back to look at herself in the mirror. A messy bird’s nest haircut, her bangs completely concealing everything above her nose, and a grease-stained tracksuit hanging loosely on her frame—it was still the same sloppy, careless appearance, and she felt there was no difference from usual.

“Langlang, the old you would never take the initiative to care about others.” To this day, Sister Qing still remembered their first meeting vividly: an indifferent expression that conveyed the end of the world coming the next moment would have nothing to do with her, sharp eyes so cold they could instantly freeze a person’s heart, paired with the bloody action of wringing a person’s neck without batting an eye… All of these made even someone like her, who was long accustomed to darkness, involuntarily shudder…

The fight in the alley was coming to an end. Sister Qing tapped the other end of her pipe against the ashtray on the coffee table twice, offering advice in her rare capacity as an elder: “Langlang, you should try to interact with people more. Students are a good choice—perhaps they will help fill in the parts you are missing.”

Emotions are complex and stable physiological evaluations and experiences based on physical responses. Even if one was born with defects in this area, it did not rule out the possibility of stimulating their emergence through whether objective things satisfied one’s needs. Put simply, it meant letting her feel the emotions of others more. Once questions about them arose in her mind, she would have successfully taken the first step.