Chapter 296: In A State of Extreme Anger
It was still early when they arrived at the private school. The house was empty, with not a soul in sight.
Chen An sat down at the lecture desk and began to look through his prepared lesson plan.
Luo Cong’an, standing beside him, also glanced over a few times, but she quickly lost interest. Instead, she began to watch Chen An with great interest.
She found a wooden stool from behind the arranged desk, carried it to the side of the lecture desk, and leant her upper body onto the desk, tilting her head to look at her tutor.
As Chen An turned a page, he casually asked, “What, is there something on my face?”
“The tutor is much more beautiful than flowers,” Luo Cong’an replied almost instinctively.
Even setting aside any filtered perception, the tutor was undoubtedly the most handsome person she had ever seen in this life.
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt that something was not quite right, and her face flushed a little. She felt as if she were teasing the tutor.
Fortunately, the tutor did not dwell on it. He just smiled faintly and moved on from the topic.
Seeing this, Luo Cong’an felt inexplicably a bit disappointed for some reason.
She extended a finger and drew circles on the desk.
“Tutor, what are you planning to teach today?”
Chen An paused his page-turning and replied, “Arithmetic, which can also be called mathematics.”
Luo Cong’an gave a faint “Oh.”
She hated arithmetic the most. It was not interesting at all, it was dry and boring, and she never managed to calculate it correctly. Even when she occasionally got it right, it was usually wrong. It was nothing like poetry, which she loved having the tutor explain to her. The tutor’s voice was always unhurried, and his tone was very gentle, like a refreshing and cheerful melody, which captivated Luo Cong’an.
The girl stopped asking questions, and Chen An settled down with his book. The private school gradually quieted down, with only the rustling sound of fingers occasionally brushing against the pages. This quiet morning did not last long. A lively shout came from outside the door, the voice arriving before the person.
“Tutor!”
Then, a foot crossed the threshold, and a boy with a delicate appearance and a sturdy build walked in. He was smiling foolishly, but suddenly caught sight of a dazzling white figure out of the corner of his eye, and his smile froze on his face. Surprise flashed in his eyes as he pointed at Luo Cong’an and asked, “Tutor, who is she?”
Chen An looked up and introduced, “Her name is Luo Cong’an, and she will also be attending classes at the private school from today onwards. You can get acquainted.” However, the girl showed no intention of acknowledging him, keeping her head turned towards Chen An and not casting a glance at the boy. The boy did not feel awkward; he just scratched his head and thought what a strange girl. Her hair was strange, and her personality was strange too. He added silently in his heart. He did not go to embarrass himself further; instead, he walked to his own desk. Just as he was about to sit down, the boy suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
“Hey, where’s my stool?”
In front, Luo Cong’an heard the commotion, her shoulders twitched, and she stifled a giggle, covering her mouth. Chen An rolled up his lesson plan and lightly tapped her on the head. Luo Cong’an cried out in pain, holding her head with both hands, and whined aggrievedly.
“Tutor, what are you doing…”
Chen An said helplessly, “I brought you to the private school so you could make friends, not to stare at me.” Luo Cong’an huffed, “I don’t need friends.” While they were talking, more and more students began to arrive. Seeing Luo Cong’an, they were all surprised. Firstly, there had been no new students at the private school for a long time. Secondly, the girl’s silver-white long hair was too conspicuous to ignore. However, since Luo Cong’an had always given off a “don’t bother me” vibe, everyone quietly took their seats, and no one approached her to strike up a conversation. The last one to enter, just in time, was a boy with his head down and a somewhat gloomy demeanor. He caught sight of the small figure under the lecture desk and his pupils contracted. Isn’t this the jinx his father expelled from their home? Is she still alive? Luo Hao could hardly believe his eyes. If it weren’t for her iconic white hair, he would have almost failed to recognize this jinx. Her delicate, tender face, her exquisite and cute features, could she really be the same ugly child from their house back then? His expression suddenly darkened.
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The class ended quickly. Chen An called out for dismissal and gave Luo Cong’an an encouraging look, hoping she would make some friends during the break. But Luo Cong’an kept her gaze fixed on her nose and her nose on her eyes, as if she hadn’t seen it.
Next to the room used as a classroom, there was a small side room that Chen An used as his ‘office’ for resting. He pushed open the office door. The furnishings inside were very simple: a bookshelf, a desk, and a bamboo chair that Chen An had specifically asked City Lord Ma to find. He settled comfortably onto the bamboo chair and picked up a book from the table, covering his face with it, stretching leisurely. This leisurely life was not bad.
Just as Chen An was thinking this, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door. He had to get up again and go to open it. Standing at the doorway was a girl about Luo Cong’an’s age. Her face was round, and her expression was anxious. Chen An had some impression of her; she was the young lady of the Wang family from the west of the city, Wang Lingling, who was usually very active in answering questions during class. Chen An frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?” Wang Lingling stomped her foot anxiously and hurriedly said, “Tutor, it’s… it’s not good.” When she got anxious, she tended to stutter, and the more she stuttered, the more anxious she became. So Chen An reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, comforting her, “Lingling, don’t rush. Let’s take our time, okay?”
“Okay!” Wang Lingling nodded heavily, calmed herself down, and then slowly said, “It’s the new student you brought today, tutor. She and Luo Hao started fighting.” Hearing this, Chen An’s expression froze. He then asked, “Did she win?” Wang Lingling’s mind couldn’t quite keep up. She wondered if that was the important point? But she still answered honestly, “Sh-she probably won, right?” Chen An breathed a sigh of relief. He wasted no more time and led Wang Lingling straight to the classroom.
In the classroom, there was a dead silence. Near the doorway, Luo Cong’an stood with a cold expression, her hands on her hips. Opposite her stood an enraged boy, Luo Hao. He covered one side of his swollen face with one hand and pointed at the white-haired witch in front of him, saying hatefully, “Did I say something wrong? You’re a monster, a symbol of ill omen. You’ve already caused the deaths of your own parents, and now you want to harm the tutor and us?” As Luo Hao spoke, his anger intensified. In his extreme rage, he took several steps forward. Then Luo Cong’an raised her hand and slapped him again. The slap was crisp and loud. The onlookers’ eyes widened.
(End of this chapter)
