Chapter 106: A Long Sigh to Conceal the Tears!

After finishing dinner with Cao Shuang in the cafeteria, Lu Yuanqiu returned to the classroom. It was still early before evening self-study, and only about a dozen students were scattered around.

Bai Qingxia sat quietly in her seat, reading a book; it wasn’t yet time for her to go eat.

Lu Yuanqiu intended to return to his seat but noticed Gao Qiang and Wang Haoran sneaking around near Zhong Jincheng’s desk. The three of them had their heads down, seemingly up to something.

“What are you doing?”

Lu Yuanqiu asked.

Hearing the familiar voice, Bai Qingxia looked up toward them. Gao Qiang quickly stood up, shushed Lu Yuanqiu, and beckoned him over.

Hmm? This looks like something good.

Lu Yuanqiu chuckled mischievously and jogged over. The three boys were still wearing their basketball jerseys, crouched low. It turned out Zhong Jincheng had secretly brought his phone, which he placed under the desk hole. The phone screen showed an mp4 file.

Wang Haoran flicked his parted hair and urged, “Come on, play it! What are you hesitating for? You’ve got so much stored up but won’t share it with us.”

Gao Qiang was equally anxious: “Yeah, the teacher’s not here.”

Lu Yuanqiu, seeing the video cover, already guessed what it was. Grinning, he egged them on: “Play it, play it! If you’ve got something this good, share it with your brothers.”

Zhong Jincheng raised his head: “It’s not that I don’t want to, but my phone’s volume button is broken. I’m afraid I won’t be able to adjust it later, and I didn’t bring earphones.”

Gao Qiang replied, “You can just quit as soon as the girl screams!”

Wang Haoran agreed, “Yeah!”

Encouraged by the others, Zhong Jincheng gradually got carried away. He lowered his head and started searching through the videos one by one.

Gao Qiang grew impatient and snatched the phone: “What are you looking for? Stop dawdling; I’ll do it.”

He tapped on one video immediately.

Before Zhong Jincheng could stop him, a soft, seductive voice blared loudly from the phone.

The remaining dozen or so students in the classroom instantly looked up, all turning toward the corner, including Bai Qingxia.

The boys panicked instantly. How could the audio start right at the climax without any buildup?!

Gao Qiang hurriedly tried to lower the volume, but as expected, the volume button was broken and wouldn’t respond!

Lu Yuanqiu grabbed the phone: “Turn it off, turn it off!”

But no matter if he pressed exit or locked the screen, the phone didn’t respond at all; the female soprano continued to sing unabated.

The other boys in the class turned around, some stifling laughter, others looking puzzled. The girls were embarrassed and annoyed. One girl even spat out, “Zhong Jincheng, are you crazy? Playing this kind of thing in the classroom!”

Bai Qingxia clenched a pen tightly in her hands, her cheeks flushed as she looked at the girl scolding, then glanced back at the busy boys in the corner. She had never seen anything like that and couldn’t picture it, but she understood just enough from the sound.

The embarrassment was mainly because the voice was simply too awkward to hear...

After being scolded, the four boys in the corner seemed to be passing around a fuse on a ticking bomb, each fiddling with the phone in turn.

Zhong Jincheng took the phone back and slammed it hard on the desk with a “bang bang bang!” but the screen was still stuck.

Lu Yuanqiu grabbed it and threw it into Zhong Jincheng’s water cup.

It was still playing!

Zhong Jincheng was at his wit’s end: “This damn thing’s waterproof!”

Wang Haoran couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled the phone out of the water cup, ran over to Bai Qingxia’s side, and threw it out the window.

The phone fell onto the lawn two floors below, but the sound still floated up to Bai Qingxia by the window.

The girl blushed deeply and lowered her head to write her homework.

Zheng Yifeng finally lifted his groggy head from the desk: “Hmm? What’s going on?”

Zhong Jincheng shouted: “Wang Haoran, damn you! That’s my phone!”

Just as he was about to dash out to retrieve it, a plump woman wearing glasses entered the classroom.

Liu Wei stepped in and stopped Zhong Jincheng: “Don’t go, don’t go. I just need a minute to say something.”

“Teacher, I…”

Zhong Jincheng froze, hesitating to speak, and nervously stepped back a few paces.

Holding back a laugh, Lu Yuanqiu hurried back to his seat. He glanced at Bai Qingxia and saw her ears reddened as she bent over her homework.

Damn, sitting in this spot you can hear everything so clearly!

Liu Wei began: “I forgot to mention earlier, Wang Haoran, write the class group number on the blackboard. Everyone, copy it down. I’ll note it too, and later I’ll have all the subject teachers join. Once in the group, remember to label your names properly.”

“Okay,” Wang Haoran quickly went to the blackboard and wrote down the group number.

Liu Wei recorded it on her phone, then suddenly looked alert, turning her head toward the window.

“Who’s screaming so miserably downstairs?”

She asked puzzled.

Lu Yuanqiu sat at his desk.

Bai Qingxia glanced at him, her delicate hand clenched tightly on the desk.

Just as Liu Wei was about to approach the window, someone beat her to it.

Zhong Jincheng stood anxiously by the window, grabbed a book, and loudly read: “A long, long sigh to hide my tears!”

Gao Qiang immediately responded loudly from another direction: “Mourning the hardships of life!”

He then looked at Lu Yuanqiu, who caught on, cleared his throat, pointed to the ceiling, stood on his chair, and shouted: “Though I love to be graceful and restrained!”

Wang Haoran swallowed nervously on the podium: “I complain in the morning and regret by evening!”

Liu Wei looked around with a smile: “Oh my, you basketball boys really like ‘Li Sao,’ huh?”

Zhong Jincheng had no time to reply. He quickly pointed behind: “Teacher, Teacher Su seems to be calling you from her office.”

“Oh, right. I’ll go show her the group number.”

After Liu Wei left, Zhong Jincheng quickly glanced out the window, his eyes widening instantly.

Ge Ritian seemed to have heard the noise as well. He was walking toward the grass below with his big belly sticking out.

“Oh my god!” Zhong Jincheng dashed out of the classroom like it was a matter of life and death.

Lu Yuanqiu bit his lip hard and looked at Bai Qingxia. Zheng nodded gravely: “Let’s wish him luck.”

Bai Qingxia: “...”

She awkwardly flipped through her book.

...

During the evening self-study break, Lu Yuanqiu and Bai Qingxia left the school together. He was too lazy to stay for the entire session anyway.

The time after dinner was always the hardest to focus on studying.

“Can I go home early today?”

The girl sitting behind him on the bicycle tugged at his shirt, whispering.

Lu Yuanqiu glanced back as he rode: “Why?”

“I didn’t see my dad tonight. He hasn’t eaten yet.”

A sudden thought struck Lu Yuanqiu. Since last time when he suggested it to his parents, his father must have been trying to contact Uncle Bai near the gate of No. 65 Middle School.

(The End of this Chapter)