Chapter 8: Going to the Library to Write a Self-Criticism or Something
After Long Qinxin returned to her seat, Lu Zhiyin shoved the lunchbox and milk Long Qinxin gave her into the desk.
Beside her, Leng Qing Qiu put her arm around Lu Zhiyin’s shoulders, leaning her head against Lu Zhiyin’s.
“You’re quite good at lying, aren’t you?”
Leng Qing Qiu smiled silently. She ignored the students in the classroom and gently bit Lu Zhiyin’s ear.
The feeling of her earlobe being wet made Lu Zhiyin’s ear roots turn red. However, what made her feel more panicked was not Leng Qing Qiu’s actions, but her words.
Was she going to expose herself in front of Long Qinxin? If she was exposed, would Long Qinxin hate her?
Being hit didn’t seem to matter anymore. As long as she didn’t lose favor with the female leads, she would do anything.
Leaning her body against Leng Qing Qiu, she appeared to be a little bird nestling into someone’s shelter. Lu Zhiyin didn’t say anything, just pursed her lips.
“Why didn’t you tell her you were drugged at the bar?”
Biting Lu Zhiyin’s ear, Leng Qing Qiu’s voice was very soft and her words were slurred, but Lu Zhiyin could still hear what she was saying.
Her body stiffened.
“You…”
Just as Leng Qing Qiu was about to continue speaking, a large group of students filed into the classroom, and the class bell rang on time.
Leng Qing Qiu reluctantly let go of Lu Zhiyin, looking at her with a meaningful gaze.
“…”
Lu Zhiyin remained silent, wiping her ear with her hand, wiping away Leng Qing Qiu’s saliva.
As she was wiping her ear, the teacher walked in from the classroom door, holding textbooks and a ruler under his arm.
Upon entering the classroom, the teacher did not go to the podium but scanned the room.
Upon noticing Lu Zhiyin, he quickly walked towards her.
Lu Zhiyin was a little stunned, and she began to carefully recall where she had made a mistake.
Just as the teacher was about to reach her, she finally remembered that the teacher had asked her to write a self-criticism the day before yesterday.
She had completely forgotten about it.
After remembering the self-criticism, Lu Zhiyin was stunned, like a statue, sitting there motionless until the teacher patted her shoulder with the ruler.
“Lu Zhiyin, where is your self-criticism?”
Squinting her eyes, the teacher actually didn’t want to bother with this student. Not only was she a troublesome disabled person, but she was also from a poor family. Not long ago, she had even declared herself a pervert in front of everyone in the cafeteria, making all the teachers in the school know that they had taught a pervert, and rumors were flying everywhere.
“…Ah… uh… I was sick yesterday… so…”
Because she was in the wrong, Lu Zhiyin stuttered a little, explaining nervously.
However, the teacher didn’t want to hear her explanation.
“No need to say more, you didn’t write it, right?”
With an even colder expression, the teacher didn’t want to hit the person in front of him. If he injured the student, he would have to pay compensation and have his salary deducted.
“…Mmm…”
With an almost inaudible “mmm,” Lu Zhiyin shrunk back.
Leng Qing Qiu, sitting beside her, watched this scene and felt that her childhood friend was more like a quail.
“Pack up your things and get out of the classroom. You can come back when you’re finished writing.”
Showing no sympathy for the disabled person in front of him, the teacher turned and returned to the podium.
Lu Zhiyin was silent for a moment, then began to pack her things.
She didn’t take much, just a pen and a notebook, and then she maneuvered her wheelchair out of the classroom.
“…Where should I go?”
After leaving the classroom, Lu Zhiyin asked herself while standing in the corridor.
She didn’t intend to stand in the corridor and feel the cold wind like before. She didn’t want to get sick again.
“Infirmary? No, they won’t take in students without injuries or illnesses. Storage room? No, it’s too dark and stuffy… Bathroom? No table, inconvenient. Library…? This place is quite good, it has tables, and I can also go see Zhu.”
Thinking of various locations, Lu Zhiyin finally decided to go to the school library to write her self-criticism.
The library’s environment was almost the best in the entire school, and the last female lead happened to be in the library.
Thinking this, Lu Zhiyin controlled her wheelchair and took the elevator downstairs.
She hadn’t been to the library since coming to this world. Fortunately, the library was not hidden; there was a sign hanging at the entrance.
Pushing the wheels of her wheelchair with her hand, Lu Zhiyin entered the library.
Upon entering the library, the first thing she saw was a pink-haired girl sitting behind an office desk, engrossed in her computer.
Next to the computer were a cash register and a storybook.
Her gaze shifted away from the office desk. The front half of the library consisted of long tables formed by several tables with chairs neatly placed on both sides. Each chair had a sponge cushion, so the conditions were not bad.
The back half of the library was filled with countless bookshelves, with various books neatly arranged according to their classifications.
By the library door, there was a central air conditioner, but it was not turned on now.
The library windows were closed, but the curtains were not drawn. Through the library windows, one could see the flower bed outside and a few ping pong tables.
Since classes were in session, there was no one outside.
Lu Zhiyin moved her wheelchair to the side of the table, took out her notebook, and prepared to “water” her self-criticism.
“Hmm? Student, isn’t it class time now? Why are you here?”
As Lu Zhiyin moved the chair next to the long table, Zhu Qing finally noticed her.
She frowned and looked at the white-haired girl sitting in the wheelchair.
For some reason, she found the girl somewhat familiar.
She seemed to have seen her somewhere before.
After a while, Zhu Qing finally remembered. Not long ago, she had seen the white-haired girl outside her father’s office. Back then, there was also a little black-haired, green-eyed child with her.
She vaguely recalled that the black gamer she knew used real people as avatars, and now it seemed that the avatar was too similar to the girl in front of her.
Or rather, was that avatar actually a photo of the girl in front of her?
“Ah… I was kicked out of the classroom because I forgot to write my self-criticism. I can’t go back to the classroom until I finish it, and it’s inconvenient to stay in the corridor, so I came here.”
Lu Zhiyin looked up and met Zhu Qing’s gaze.
“Will I disturb you? If so, I can leave.”
She tried to make a good first impression on Zhu Qing.
“It’s fine, just write it here.”
Shaking her head, Zhu Qing glanced at Lu Zhiyin’s wheelchair and decided not to turn her away.
After all, the library was open most of the time, and anyone could come. She didn’t need to drive people away, and besides, she didn’t want to drive the disabled and pitiful person out into the cold wind.
As for this person’s teacher, Zhu Qing couldn’t control that far.
The only regret was probably that she couldn’t play games and slack off when there were people in the library.
Casually picking up the storybook next to the computer, Zhu Qing began to read it with relish.
