Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 48 - 0 Sister Lan outsmarts them Recorded 2 more

Chapter 48: 048 Sister Lan outsmarts them! Recorded [2 more updates]

Chapter 48: 048 Sister Lan outsmarts them! Recorded [2 more updates]

The students of Class 1 all looked up in a daze.

Why had the iron-faced and impartial Moral Education Director, known as Yama Raja, come here?

What serious trouble had Ye Wanlan gotten into?

“Sister Lan, could it be because of what happened during the break last class…” Su Xueqing was somewhat worried.

“It’ll be fine.” Ye Wanlan handed her the flower to keep safe and stood up herself, “Here.”

“Come to my office.” The Moral Education Director’s voice was cold as he turned and left with a sweep of his sleeve.

“Student Ye, I’ll accompany you,” the vice monitor said nervously, “You don’t know this, but whoever gets invited to the Moral Education office for tea ends up with a demerit.”

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Ye Wanlan didn’t turn back: “Thanks, but no need—I haven’t been to the Moral Education office before.”

Vice monitor: “…”

That’s not a place any student wants to go to!

The Moral Education office was on the first floor of the academic building, and Ye Wanlan walked in.

“Do you know why I called you here?” The Moral Education Director’s gaze swept over her, “You’ve only been here a few days. What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Ye Wanlan obediently replied, “I haven’t done anything.”

“Haven’t done anything?” The Moral Education Director slammed a textbook heavily on the desk, his anger swirling, “Teacher Ding, tell me, what did she do?”

Teacher Ding was the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Year 11: “During the break, this new student bullied our classmate, making a lot of noise and disrupting the studies of the other students.”

“Hear that?” The Moral Education Director turned towards her, “You just got here and you’re already bullying other students. Why don’t you learn anything good?”

Ye Wanlan’s gaze met Sheng Song’s, her tone indifferent: “I kicked the desk, he fell by himself—what does that have to do with me?”

Teacher Ding couldn’t contain his anger: “You still dare to quibble!”

“Director, Teacher Ding, she also hurt my hand,” Sheng Song didn’t forget to embellish his story, “I couldn’t grip a pen throughout the class or pick up anything.”

As he spoke, he was sweating profusely from the pain. However, after examining his hand over and over, no injury could be found.

What in the world was going on?

It must have been something Ye Wanlan did!

Even if she didn’t do it, he would still pin the whole thing on her.

Meanwhile, Sheng Song felt lucky that it was he who Ye Wanlan had approached, because he wouldn’t agree to it if she bullied Sheng Yunyi again.

Ye Wanlan’s expression remained unchanged, calm as before: “What’s wrong with your hand?”

The Moral Education Director and Teacher Ding both looked at Sheng Song’s hands, but there were no traces of any injury or bruising.

“You’re still asking what’s wrong?” Sheng Song jumped up, “My hand feels like it’s about to die from pain, and you dare say you didn’t do it?”

“Director, I suspect something’s wrong with his mental state, he keeps thinking his hand is going to break,” Ye Wanlan said with a slight smile, “Shouldn’t we get it checked first?”

Amidst his rage, Sheng Song suddenly froze. Why did his hand suddenly not hurt anymore?

In disbelief, he clenched his hand, picked up a book, and found everything to be normal.

The Moral Education Director’s gaze sharpened: “Sheng Song, are you deliberately lying?”

“I… I’m not!” Sheng Song was so furious he felt like vomiting blood, “She really injured my hand, everyone in the class saw it!”

The Moral Education Director called up the surveillance footage from Class 2, Year 11, and watched the events of the break.

Indeed, the only time Ye Wanlan exerted force was when kicking the desk, and her fingertips merely touched Sheng Song’s wrist for a moment before separating.

There wasn’t even the slightest bit of force, let alone anything more substantial.

“Director, I’m telling the truth—she must’ve poisoned me,” Sheng Song argued, “My hand hurt for so long, I had plans to get a CT scan of it!”

“Absolute nonsense—what do you think this is, a martial arts novel? Shut your mouth,” the Moral Education Director said, holding back his anger, “And you, Ye Wanlan, I’m telling you, I’m definitely going to mark this down for you, you—”

“Director.” The door was knocked at that moment, and the principal’s assistant entered, “The principal needs to see you urgently, please go to the principal’s office now.”

“I’ll be right there.” The Moral Education Director quickly stood up, “You two go back to class first; I’ll find you this afternoon.”

Once Teacher Ding had also left, Sheng Song sneered, “Ye Wanlan, stop pretending. Sister Yunyi was right about you—you love to put on an act. You think by doing so people will sympathize with you? Save it, I can see your true colors clearly!”

Ye Wanlan tilted her head and smiled, “It’s actually not your illusion.”

Sheng Song frowned, not yet understanding the meaning of her words, when both his hands suddenly started to hurt again.

What in the world was happening?!

**

At noon, after eating lunch together, Ye Wanlan and Su Xueqing kept their appointment and went to the psychological counseling room.

As soon as she entered, she saw a brand-new insulated cup.

At the very bottom of the cup, there was still a line of words—Gift from Yan Tingfeng.

Ye Wanlan picked up the insulated cup and examined it closely.

Certainly, Yan Tingfeng’s handwriting was beautiful, each stroke bold, suggesting the elegance of a scholar.

Yet between the lines, there was a chilling aura of decisiveness, an overwhelming presence.

It was now June, and the temperature in Jiangcheng had risen to thirty degrees.

But Yan Tingfeng still wore long sleeves, long pants, and even an overcoat with a scarf wound tight, completely bundled up.

Could it be that his body…

Ye Wanlan’s gaze shifted from the thermos and settled on the man.

Such scrutiny obviously did not escape Yan Tingfeng’s notice.

After all, he was a Supreme Martial Arts Master who had fought his way through the blade’s edge, and no sign of movement could elude his senses.

“Miss Ye, what’s the matter?”

“Isn’t it hot?”

“Hot?” Yan Tingfeng paused, then extended his hand and, with a smile, gently placed it on her face.

The cool touch was particularly refreshing in early summer, and there was a thin callus on the pads of his fingers.

Such coolness suddenly gave her a sense of familiarity.

It seemed…

Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes.

“My health isn’t great, which seems to have amused Miss Ye,” Yan Tingfeng withdrew his hand.

Ye Wanlan hesitated for a moment: “No wonder you always drink tea to warm your body.”

“Yes, for health reasons. I also eat red dates and goji berries. You should take care of your health as well,” he said, lifting his chin slightly, the amusement in his phoenix eyes deepening, “this cup is very sturdy and won’t break easily.”

“Thank you,” Ye Wanlan stroked the cup, “In a few days, I’ll bring you some Chinese medicinal herbs to warm the body.”

Yan Tingfeng rested his head on his hand: “You’re too polite, Miss Ye, but my body…”

Three hundred years had passed, and it was still incurable.

Not to mention, the destruction of Taiyi Palace, the loss of the last seven segments of the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, and the discontinuation of the line of Taiyi Divine Doctors.

His survival until now was indeed a miracle.

Yan Tingfeng turned to look out the window, hiding the dark shadows on his face.

“It’s getting late, Miss Ye should go back for a rest.”

Ye Wanlan returned to the classroom with her cup.

“Wanlan, you’re back.” Su Xueqing paused slightly, “Your cup…”

Ye Wanlan noticed her gaze and nodded: “A thermos for drinking tea.”

Being trapped in time for 999 years, she could indeed be considered an “elderly person” – it was time to take care of her health.

Su Xueqing swallowed back the comment “It looks just like the newly released custom-made thermos by Yunjing, priced well over ten thousand yuan.”

Perhaps she had seen it wrong.

Indeed, how could her desk mate, who was so unassuming, use such a high-end cup?

Only those children of nobility from the Capital Circle would use such things.

Ye Wanlan twisted open the thermos: “Want some?”

The water dispenser was right behind them, and Su Xueqing reached for a paper cup, managing to score a bit of tea.

She observed the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water and then took another sip.

“This tea…”

Su Xueqing swallowed back another comment, “It seems to be a newly developed variety, costing tens of thousands per ounce.”

She fell into a prolonged silence, feeling that something was amiss.

**

On the other side, in class 2 of the second grade.

“Brother Song, cool it, she’s so arrogant and still brazen about it. It’s gonna be a schoolwide announcement first thing in the morning.” The boy said, “This can be considered as getting revenge for Sister Yunyi.”

Sheng Song didn’t respond, just frowned and looked at his hand which was still unmarked. But why did his hand hurt on and off?

“Alright, let’s think of another way to get at her.” Sheng Song put his feet up, “She can’t get into No. 1 Middle School, and I won’t let her stay at No. 7 Middle School either.”

“As long as Brother Song wishes, she won’t be able to stay,” the boy echoed, “Brother Song, but sometimes there’s no need for us to do anything. Why not let Su Xubai…”

“Su Xubai?” Sheng Song frowned, “Don’t mess with him.”

“Sheng Song, come to my office,” the Moral Education Director called out to him at that moment.

The boy was excited: “Brother Song, it’s definitely about giving Ye Wanlan a disciplinary record. You can finally vent that annoyance.”

“Of course, she’s too showy. If it was me, I would never let others see.” Sheng Song swaggered off to the Moral Education office.

But he did not see Ye Wanlan there.

“Director, where’s Ye Wanlan, she—”

“Sheng Song, you have a disciplinary record,” the Moral Education Director interrupted him, “Whether it will be expunged at graduation depends on your behavior over the next year.”

The smile vanished from Sheng Song’s face, and he was incredulous: “Director, what do you mean? She came after me, why am I the one with a disciplinary record?”

Teachers indeed had no control over him, but he also knew which lines could not be crossed.

Leave no evidence, leave no trace.

Even if students went to report him to the teachers, he could easily handle it.

Even the Moral Education Director had never caught him out before.

“Why is it you who gets the disciplinary record?” the Moral Education Director grabbed his collar and pushed him in front of the computer, “Come on, take a look for yourself, see what you’ve done.”