The Female Teacher Who Fights Back

Chapter 23 Money Makes the Devil Turn the Mill 5

“Mhm, I will,” Wu Lang nodded, her pretty face facing the door involuntarily curling into a breathtaking arc. Perhaps she really had changed…

Leaving Sister Qing’s intelligence house, she went to a print shop on the next street to quickly print a sheet of one-inch photos where her face was completely unidentifiable. If enlarged a few times, the photos—showing only hair and a downturned mouth—could easily rival Sadako crawling out of a well in a horror film. After completing everything, the shop owner repeatedly insisted on taking no money, begging only that the woman stand quietly in place and stop touching any of the machines in the shop.

Having gathered the two items requested by Director Liu, Wu Lang finally prepared to head home. The alley she walked down was very narrow, lined mostly with illegal, makeshift structures. Cement had been hastily brushed onto the outer walls, vaguely exposing red bricks whose crevices had over time been overtaken by green moss.

An incandescent light bulb of about twenty watts was embedded in the left wall. The light, which was not very bright to begin with, frequently flickered due to insufficient voltage, causing the narrow alley to alternate between dark and light.

Suddenly, a cat ran out from a narrow gap, letting out a few strange cries. Wu Lang instinctively glanced at it; the little creature was very dirty, covered in mud from head to toe, but its eyes were remarkably bright.

It looked at Wu Lang and let out a hungry cry, but when she stepped forward, the little thing immediately turned around and scampered off. Her gaze unconsciously followed its movements, and in the next second, she witnessed a scene that struck her as rather absurd.

The ‘red-haired lion’ who had gone wild outside Sister Qing’s place earlier was now squatting deep in the alley, serenely teasing a stray cat clinging to his feet. As if sensing someone approaching, the ‘red-haired lion’ snapped his head up and glared fiercely in Wu Lang’s direction, as if saying: “What are you looking at? Look any longer and don’t blame me for being rough with you!”

“Meow—” The sensitive little creature felt the surrounding air pressure dropping lower and lower. It first let out a weak call, then pleasingly extended its tongue to lick the man’s broad palm.

After studying him for a long moment, Wu Lang blurted out of nowhere: “No wonder you’re so close; turns out you’re both feline animals.” Her crisp voice echoed in the long, narrow alley, sounding unexpectedly pleasant.

“Fuck, woman, what the hell are you babbling about over there?” The man was like a powder keg full of fuel, where even a tiny spark was enough to ignite him. The poor little cat was startled by his roar, instantly darting into a cardboard box nearby and poking out its mud-stained head to look outside.

“Nothing, carry on with what you were doing. Don’t mind me.” Wu Lang didn’t feel there was anything wrong with her words, completely unaware that her flat tone was what made people angriest.

A certain ‘red-haired lion’—who didn’t have a good temper to begin with—charged forward in a single stride, grabbed Wu Lang’s arm with a backhand, and twisted her advancing body around.

Unexpectedly meeting a pair of eyes filled with indignation—eyes that were clearly defined in black and white and remarkably good-looking—Wu Lang took a small step backward out of reflex, violently slamming the person before her against the brick wall on her left, then pressing herself against him without a second thought.

The cramped space in the alley brought the distance between the two infinitely close. Wu Lang squeezed her body into the gap between his legs, using the position to seal his movements.

“H-Hey, what… what are you doing?”