Chapter 253: What Are You Two Up To?!

The whole campus belle competition had really just been a passing trend.

By the time late October rolled around, hardly anyone still cared about it.

Now, all the buzz was about the upcoming school anniversary celebration.

During the lunch break, the Sister Group gathered at their usual spot.

“I heard this year’s anniversary celebration is going to be pretty grand. Why’s that?” Luo Shanshan looked curiously at Qi Wen.

As someone directly involved in the event, she should know a fair bit.

However, Qi Wen simply shook her head.

“Apparently, it was the principal’s idea.”

“No one really knows the exact reason.”

Hearing that, Miss Jiang picked up a chocolate bean and popped it into her mouth.

The overwhelming taste of compound chocolate made her frown instinctively.

“Maybe Old Ma found a nail in his chair.”

A comment laced with hidden meaning.

The girls burst out laughing the moment they heard it.

Then, the conversation naturally shifted to guessing what performances would be featured at the celebration.

After all, the rehearsals weren’t open to the public.

All they knew came from the program names and descriptions Qi Wen had shared.

Like the street dance performance by a few boys from Class 9.

The act was called “Dynamic Zone,” organized by a guy named Zhu Qi.

Why was he called a “handsome guy”?

Because that’s what Sun Qian always called him.

There was also a singing performance by a beautiful first-year girl.

She was singing “Passing Through the Human World,” and according to Qi Wen, it sounded pretty good.

At that moment, Luo Shanshan seemed to remember something.

“Jiang Jiang, I heard you got ambushed again last night?”

As soon as she said it, the girls around her burst into giggles.

Even Qi Wen covered her mouth, laughing along.

Miss Jiang couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

She really didn’t get it.

A perfectly decent guy, just because of a photo, gave up his admission to Ningzhou No. 14 Middle School and came all the way to Jiangzhou No. 1 High just to mess with her?

Was he out of his mind?

The worst part was, his habit of randomly blocking her path was somehow seen by some girls as a sign of deep affection.

One girl even said Jiang Ning didn’t know how to cherish a good man.

She felt bad for him.

So she decided to go after this guy named Ge Hanwen herself.

To that, Miss Jiang had only one thought:

Someone! Lock these two up for me!

Just then, Sun Qian suddenly thought of something. She turned to Qi Wen and asked:

“I heard Wang Keke from Class 13 also signed up for the celebration. Her act’s a dance too?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“What kind of dance? She was my classmate in middle school. I remember she couldn’t dance at all.”

“Modern dance. I don’t really know the specifics.”

Alright then.

Sun Qian hadn’t really expected to get any useful info from Qi Wen anyway, and quickly shifted the conversation to something else.

And just like that, amid all the chatter, the school anniversary arrived.

———————

October 22nd.

Cloudy turning clear.

Temperature: 19 to 29 degrees Celsius.

Monday.

On this bright and breezy day, the Jiangzhou No. 1 High School anniversary celebration began right on schedule.

Today, Jiangzhou No. 1 High was decked out in full festive splendor.

In fact, the preparations had already started the night before.

The school custodians had been busy sweeping the paths and hanging banners.

Everything that needed to be set up was done in advance.

So much so that when the girls from Dorm 207 stepped out of their dormitory, they couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Is it New Year’s or something?”

Though the comment was a bit sarcastic, it wasn’t far from the truth.

Banners, red flowers, balloons—everywhere.

Even the rows of phoenix trees lining Wutong Avenue were draped with bright, colorful streamers.

From a distance, it almost looked like a wedding procession.

And it wasn’t just the students who felt that way.

When Guan Dan, a reporter from Jiangzhou TV Station, arrived that afternoon, her first impression upon stepping out of the car was the same.

Especially walking down Wutong Avenue, with streamers fluttering on both sides, she couldn’t help but remark:

“Teacher Liu, your school really went all out for this anniversary celebration.”

“It’s got a real festive vibe.”

The director of student affairs responded with a cheerful smile, clearly pleased by the compliment.

In fact, there was even a hint of flattery in his tone.

Guan Dan understood the reason behind that flattery, so she didn’t say much more.

She just smiled meaningfully.

Then, under the guidance of the director, she and her colleague made their way to the school auditorium.

The auditorium was already bustling with students coming and going.

Voices talking, singing, laughing—all blending together into a chaotic noise.

But the moment Guan Dan and her team stepped inside, the noisy auditorium suddenly quieted down for a moment.

Perhaps that was the intimidating presence of the director at work.

Guan Dan smiled silently.

Then, led by a teacher surnamed Wu, they began setting up their filming equipment.

During a break, Guan Dan chatted with the teacher for a bit.

When she found out he specialized in vocal music, it reminded her of her own music teacher from back in the day.

Her tone softened immediately.

“Teacher Wu, teaching music can’t be easy either, huh?”

“That’s right.” Wu Ming nodded, his gaze discreetly flicking to Reporter Guan’s smooth, slender neck.

“I’m the only one teaching music for an entire grade. Just writing the lesson plans alone is a massive undertaking.”

“Wow, one person teaching an entire grade?”

Guan Dan didn’t know much about the education field. She’d only heard that core subject teachers usually handled two or three classes, and even that was considered tough.

But one person handling a whole grade? That sounded even more exhausting.

Seeing the slight surprise on Reporter Guan’s face, Wu Ming felt a surge of pride.

Still, he kept a modest expression on his face.

Soon after, their conversation gradually shifted to the evening’s performances.

“Teacher Wu, out of all the student performances, which one is your favorite?”

“Class 13’s dance, 【Blooming Youth】.”

“Why that one?”

“Because they really captured the vitality of youth.”

“What about the singing performances? I saw someone’s doing a popular song.”

“Are you talking about Jiang Jingqiu from Class 7, Grade 10? The one doing a guitar and vocal performance?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Her singing is decent, but the song choice isn’t great.”

…

After a while, Ding Hai finished setting up the camera equipment and gave Guan Dan a signal.

She nodded, said a quick goodbye to Wu Ming, and left.

Watching Guan Dan’s graceful figure as she walked away, Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned back to his own tasks.

Time slowly crept toward evening.

At that moment, Qi Wen was seated in a corner backstage, wearing a deep crimson chiffon gown, idly fiddling with the hem of her dress out of boredom.

“Qi Wen, I’ve got a bun here. Want something to tide you over?”

Qi Wen looked up to see Wu Ming walking toward her with a small bun in hand, smiling warmly.

For some reason, that smile triggered memories of things Jiang Ning had once told her.

She instinctively shook her head. “No, thank you, Teacher Wu.”

But Wu Ming seemed unusually concerned about her and went ahead and placed the bun in her hand.

This scene drew the attention of the students nearby.

None of them had eaten anything yet due to rehearsal, not even a sip of water. And yet, Teacher Wu, with food in hand, had gone straight to the girl sitting farthest in the back.

Naturally, the looks in their eyes began to shift.

Qi Wen’s face turned red with embarrassment.

Fortunately, at that moment, a sarcastic voice cut through the tension and saved her.

“Well, well.”

“Teacher Wu sure has a kind heart.”

“Even from all the way over there, you still manage to care for our little Wenwen.”

“On behalf of Wenwen, let me thank you.”

As she spoke, a stylish young woman carrying a large bag gave Wu Ming a mock-polite bow.

One.

Two.

And just as she was about to go for a third—

Wu Ming fled.

His face turned pale, then flushed, and he didn’t even manage to say a word before running off.

Seeing this, Miss Jiang curled her lip and casually dropped the large bag onto a nearby table.

“Alright, comrades.”

“I know you’ve all been working hard on your performances.”

“This is dinner, paid for by the Dean of Students.”

“Come and eat something.”

…

“For real? The Dean paid for this?”

“No way, that bald guy’s stingy as hell.”

“Then…”

“Aiya, I paid for it myself. Otherwise how would I have gotten backstage?”

The moment they heard it was Miss Jiang’s own money, Little Wife panicked and tried to gather up the food to return it. But Miss Jiang grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and pulled her back.

“Alright, alright, don’t be so stingy.”

“If I didn’t spend the money, how else could I hang out backstage with you?”

As she spoke, Miss Jiang reached out and wrapped an arm around her.

Little Wife’s body naturally leaned into her, her slim waist fitting perfectly in Miss Jiang’s embrace.

The rising heat in the room…

A subtle, romantic tension began to bloom.

And then—

“Hey! You two in the back! The show’s starting! What are you doing hiding back here?”

!!!

Screw you, you bastard!

(End of Chapter)