Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The rain outside did not stop. In fact, it was getting heavier and heavier. At first, it was a light drizzle, but now it was accompanied by the rumbling of thunder. It gradually evolved into a sudden downpour.

It was like a woman's face, changing at will. There was no room for discussion or buffer.

This bad weather came in a hurry and refused to go away.

There were thick clouds in the sky, suppressing the sunlight that had not yet fallen. They could only look into the distance and find the dark golden sunlight that was gradually dimming on the horizon. It passed through the layers of clouds and revealed a trace of light.

Lin Juanshen supported his chin with his hand and leaned his elbow against the window. His eyes casually swept outside the window. He had nothing to do and was bored to death.

Even though the teacher's saliva was flying everywhere, he still stood there motionless.

Suddenly, his eyes focused on a certain spot. The ballpoint pen that was originally nimbly spinning on his fingertips stopped for a moment and rolled onto the table.

It made a "pa" sound and suddenly interrupted the emotions in his eyes.

Coincidentally, the teacher had just finished talking about a certain historical figure. He felt that he was humorous and wanted to take a sip of water to catch his breath before continuing.

In the silence of the classroom, the sound of the pen falling was particularly abrupt and unbearable.

The students sitting in the first few rows could not help but turn their heads to glance at it. Then, they turned back embarrassedly.

It was probably because they could not find any fun in school, especially in class. Therefore, the slightest movement would attract some bored and inquisitive gazes. They wanted to see who had unfortunately attracted the teacher's attention by dropping a pen.

It was as if he did not notice the sudden silence at this moment. He calmly withdrew his gaze and picked up the pen that had rolled to the side of the table.

His fingertips moved slightly and casually spun it again.

He looked up and met the teacher's dissatisfied gaze. The corner of his lips moved and revealed a lazy smile.

However, the smile on his face was faint and insipid.

The teacher glanced at him and frowned slightly. Then, he resumed the topic that was interrupted and no longer cared about this insignificant interlude.

Lu Dongsheng retracted his gaze and walked toward the office building adjacent to the teaching building with an umbrella.

He was a middle-aged man with a scholarly demeanor. He had a pair of slender eyes. Unlike Lin Juanshen's piercingly cold gaze, his eyes were filled with gentleness. There were a few fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't appear old. Instead, he added a bit of a mature man's charm.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose, making him look refined and elegant.

His lips were a little thin, but the faint smile at the corners of his mouth concealed the coldness in his face, making him appear very approachable.

No matter who it was, they couldn't help but have a good impression of such a person.

His leather shoes stepped on the leaves that had fallen to the cement ground due to the rain, leaving a few faint prints on the soles of his shoes.

He quickly reached the side of the office building.

He walked straight up to the third floor and stopped in front of the first office on the right.

The door was half-closed, and he could vaguely see the evergreen on the inside of the door.

The branches and leaves were spread out, and the green color was deep. It was living a healthy life.

He bent his finger and knocked on the door.

"Please come in," someone replied from behind the door.

Hearing this, he pushed open the half-closed door and walked in.

The decorations inside were more exquisite than the average teacher's office. There was a wooden cabinet that took up an entire wall, a leather sofa used to entertain guests, and a large desk behind a translucent partition. A balding man with a bald patch on his head heard the commotion and looked over.

When the principal saw who it was, a smile appeared on his serious face.

"Dong Sheng, how come a busy person like you has the time to come and see me?"

***

"Is Lin Juanshen here?"

The class was still in session when he saw a teacher he didn't know standing at the door. He looked into the classroom and asked.

The history teacher put down the chalk and asked him what he wanted.

The students below saw the two of them exchange a few words. The person smiled, and the history teacher looked towards the back of the classroom.

Obviously, he was looking at Lin Juanshen.

Someone curiously turned to look at him, but his expression didn't change. He still looked cold.

But no one noticed the annoyance in his eyes.

"Lin Juanshen, someone is looking for you. Go out with this teacher for a while," the history teacher said.

Lin Juanshen didn't look at him. He stood up and walked out of the classroom.

He knew who was looking for him, and he didn't want to see that person at all.

But he wasn't a child anymore. He couldn't throw a tantrum in front of everyone. It would be too embarrassing.

How could he survive if he was seen as a joke by a bunch of kids?

Also, he didn't do anything wrong. If he insisted on not going, people would think that he did something wrong.

He sneered in his heart. Go!

Why not go!

"Where is he?" Lin Juanshen asked.

"You should come with me," the teacher smiled. He didn't care about his slightly impatient tone and replied in a good mood.

The teacher was also caught. He just happened to be sending some documents to the principal, so he was sent here to look for Lin Juanshen.

Lin Juanshen heard his words and didn't say anything. He silently walked beside him.

The teacher couldn't help but glance at him. He had heard of this student before, but he had never seen him in person.

Now that he had seen him, he felt that his temper wasn't as bad as others said.

He was wearing a black t-shirt. The young boy grew quickly and was much taller than him. His expressionless face was quite intimidating and had a bit of an aura.

Plus, he was quite good-looking. He was like the cool school hunk in novels.

The teacher thought back to the romance novels that he had taken from the students' phones. There was a school hunk who loved you for me, and the school hunk's sweetheart. He couldn't help but nod.

But his hairstyle was a bit hard to describe. If he had a crew cut, he would definitely be a cool and handsome young man.

Unfortunately, his current appearance could only be that of a village head's dog.

Just as he was thinking, he had already walked to the door of the office. He could vaguely hear men talking and laughing inside. They seemed to be having a good time.

"Go in.

He's inside. "

Hearing the movement, the people inside stopped talking.

"This must be your son." The principal smiled at Lu Dongsheng and said, "He really looks like you. His eyes, nose, and mouth are practically carved from the same mold as you."

"He's as handsome as you," the principal praised.

He wasn't being polite. Lin Juanshen indeed looked very similar to Lu Dongsheng. But this similarity made Lin Juanshen feel very disgusted.

"What are you saying? Of course my son looks like me," Lu Dongsheng said jokingly.

"Okay, okay. Your son is here too. I won't disturb the two of you. I'll take a walk outside." The principal waved his hand and walked out of the door, leaving the father and son alone to talk.

When only the two of them were left, there was a moment of silence.

After a while. "Xiao Juan, how have you been these days?"

Lu Dongsheng asked in a gentle tone. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a good father who cared about his child.

Ha, a good father.

He didn't deserve it!

Lin Juanshen was sick of his pretentious concern.

He turned his head and didn't let Lu Dongsheng's hand land on his head.

Lin Juanshen looked coldly at the man in front of him, trying to see what he wanted to do.

"Xiao Juan, are you still angry with me?"

His hand failed to touch him. Lu Dongsheng's hand froze in the air awkwardly, and there was a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Lu Dongsheng, what are you pretending for?

Don't you feel disgusted when you see this sanctimonious look on your face? "Lin Juanshen mockingly admired his changing expression.

"Juanshen!

Is this how your mother taught you to speak?

You have no manners at all! "

Lu Dongsheng finally couldn't hide his anger. He glared at the boy who was taller than him and raised his hand to slap him.

"What, you can't pretend anymore?

You've been pretending for so many years. Why are your skills still so bad? "

Lin Juanshen sneered and dodged his slap. "Besides, what does what my mother taught me have to do with you?

Who are you to me? "

"I'm your father!

What kind of attitude is this! "Lu Dongsheng said angrily.

"Father?

You?

How dare you say such things? "Lin Juanshen crossed his arms and looked at him mockingly.

"Let me tell you, I don't have a bullsh * t father!

Get out of here as soon as possible! "

Lu Dongsheng wanted to say more, but he saw that Lin Juanshen's face had already darkened. Lin Juanshen's eyes, which resembled his, were staring straight at him, as if they could see through his heart. It made him feel inexplicably cold.

***

After leaving the office, Lin Juanshen didn't go back to the classroom. Instead, he went to the small forest behind the field.

He randomly found a place to sit down.

His back, which was originally straight, relaxed as he leaned lazily against a tree.

His eyes were unfocused as he looked into the distance. No one knew what he was thinking. The coldness and harshness from before had completely disappeared, leaving behind only confusion and inexplicable depression.