Chapter 246: I Really Can’t Tell!

“Why are all of you here?” Yang Qiming was a bit stunned.

The two girls from Lin Dong’s group, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe, sat together.

Beside them was Jiang Nian… Wait, why was Jiang Nian here too?

“Hi,” Jiang Nian greeted, then casually said, “Why are you guys so late? We’ve already eaten half of it. You didn’t get lost, did you?”

Hearing this, Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang immediately tensed up.

Stop talking!

Do you want to ruin us?

“Ha, of course not, it’s just—” Yang Qiming, for a rare moment, stammered.

Even as a strong person, his mental energy should have been exhausted by now.

Seeing that Yang-ge’s Chakra was depleted, Huang Cailang immediately set his clever little brain spinning.

“We got lost.”

Got lost?

Chen Yunyun was bewildered, thinking, “It’s just a one-kilometer straight walk from the school.”

The word ‘lost’ felt a bit niche; was this even Chinese anymore?

The two of them sat down in this strange atmosphere, then suddenly asked,

“Did you all come together?”

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun felt a little guilty.

“Mm, because our parents were too lazy to come.”

She blurred out a lot of information but also revealed some, directly including Jiang Nian.

Anyway, they wouldn’t guess that she had brought him in under some capacity.

Wang Yuhe remained silent, using the opportunity of Yang Qiming and the other’s greetings attracting everyone’s attention to quietly spin the glass turntable and happily eat her food.

Everyone won, except for Old Liu.

After sobering up with a hot towel, he had intended to return to the banquet and continue drinking with his friends.

But the thought of his students seeing him drunk just now made him hesitate.

If he really went to class in the afternoon reeking of alcohol, or had a teacher cover his class, it was foreseeable that his story would circulate throughout the class.

That kind of thing! Absolutely not!

After some thought, he immediately felt there was no need to drink the rest of the wine.

Before leaving, he planned to greet Jiang Nian, as a kind of witness.

To let the brat understand that he was a responsible people’s teacher.

Drinking should often be done in moderation; in fact, he was extremely self-disciplined.

Subtext: Don’t spread any nonsense rumors when you go back.

So, after tidying his appearance, he regained the demeanor of a dignified people’s teacher.

Yang Qiming had just had a beer when he turned around and saw his homeroom teacher. He was completely stunned, wondering if he had woken up too fast or suddenly died, why was he seeing a deathbed vision?

Huang Cailang didn’t dare to move, his chopsticks frozen in mid-air.

Chen Yunyun was even more dumbfounded, as if caught in the act of adultery, and by her own homeroom teacher no less. She was completely frozen.

Wang Yuhe put down her chopsticks, lowered her head, and waited for things to pass. She stared intently at the food in her bowl; she still wanted to eat it.

Old Liu was actually more flustered.

He had just returned to the banquet, and in a blink of an eye…

One, two, three, four… Plus Jiang Nian, five students were sitting at one table.

When he had just gone to the front desk for a hot towel, there had only been Jiang Nian.

How did a bunch of students appear at the table in the blink of an eye?

Old Liu was bewildered; he really was drunk.

Is the rice wine from back home this strong now?

My goodness.

When they were urging him to drink, they kept saying it was homemade grain wine, with no alcohol content, and drinking more wouldn’t harm his body.

Now, after wiping his face with a hot towel, he was having hallucinations.

Unbelievable.

This wasn’t ‘no alcohol content’; they probably didn’t even know the actual percentage, right?

“Teacher, what’s wrong?” Jiang Nian asked, getting up.

Old Liu swallowed, not daring to say he was having hallucinations.

The other young people at this table were all eating, but his own students were all motionless.

It was too bizarre; what else could it be but a hallucination?

If he let it slip in front of Jiang Nian, his lifelong reputation would be ruined.

For other teachers, it might just be a funny story.

They might even bring it up during office chats, finding amusement in the anecdote.

But not him; he wanted to advance too much.

“Jiang Nian, ah, Teacher still has class this afternoon,” Old Liu was indeed a bit unsteady on his feet, avoiding looking at those hallucinations, “I’ll head back first. You take your time eating.”

He specifically used the word “you” to indicate that he wasn’t drunk.

“Oh, okay, then I’ll see Teacher off,” Jiang Nian didn’t notice anything amiss.

Perhaps Old Liu had a preference for him?

The people at the table also didn’t feel anything was wrong, subconsciously thinking this must be favoritism.

Otherwise, why would he only greet Jiang Nian among so many people present?

A dignified homeroom teacher, greeting a student before leaving?

It was completely topsy-turvy.

However, if it was Old Liu, then it made sense.

“No need, no need,” Old Liu waved his hand, refusing.

This time it wasn’t a silent refusal; he genuinely refused.

Heaven knew if he would see new hallucinations when he walked out later; he’d better walk back alone.

“Uh, alright,” Jiang Nian watched Old Liu leave.

After he sat down, half of the table, as if thawing from ice, finally became lively.

Huang Cailang used serving chopsticks to pick up some food and put it in his bowl, letting out a long sigh.

“You scared me to death! Why did the homeroom teacher come?”

Yang Qiming blinked, and a “Holy crap” slipped out.

“I thought I was having hallucinations!”

“Outside of school, the homeroom teacher shouldn’t care that much, right?” Chen Yunyun said this to herself; she felt today was truly full of twists and turns.

Wang Yuhe looked up, thought for a moment.

“Yunyun, help me get some fish maw, please,” Jiang Nian felt nothing, having not eaten much earlier, and shrugged, “Come on, come on, keep eating.”

Zhennan’s fish maw was exceptional, fresh and juicy.

Jiang Nian’s serving chopsticks touched Chen Yunyun’s serving chopsticks, absolutely clean serving chopsticks.

The two of them shifted, exchanged glances, and couldn’t help but smile.

Good thing they were grown up, otherwise, they would definitely be scolded if adults were present.

Old Liu had just walked out of the grand hotel when he turned around and saw two of his students in the corridor.

Wu Jun’gu and Zeng You from Jiang Nian’s group, walking out together.

He couldn’t help but shiver, his drunkenness becoming more apparent.

He thought, “It’s over, the hallucinations are still going strong!”

Thinking this, Old Liu hurried forward without looking back.

At this moment, he wanted nothing but to return to the teachers’ apartment and lie down to rest for a while.

At the hotel entrance.

Wu Jun’gu was inherently a refined person, the gentlemanly type.

He wasn’t fond of eating nor greedy; he was already full before all the dishes were served.

There was still one sweet soup, as well as fruit and dessert, that hadn’t been served. He didn’t care for them; he could eat them or not.

Coincidentally, Zeng You was a late-night weakling, out for a meal.

One moment he said he was hallucinating Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang’s voices, the next he said he ran into the homeroom teacher.

After eating for a short while, Zeng You also lost his appetite.

The two of them agreed, it was better to just leave.

Wu Jun’gu and Zeng You walked one after another through the long corridor. They emerged from the screen wall at the entrance, suddenly bathed in the midday sunlight.

Zeng You was mumbling to himself, constantly repeating,

“I’m really having hallucinations, I really can’t tell.”

Wu Jun’gu was a bit speechless, but he still turned around to patiently comfort his deskmate.

“Don’t overthink it. Maybe you’ve just been staying up too late. Or maybe Yang Qiming and the others really did come, you never know. Just ask them after your lunch break, won’t you?”

“No, buddy, I really saw them,” Zeng You had a hard time explaining.

Could it be that Wu Jun’gu’s jinxing mouth was right, and he was having hallucinations from staying up too late? If he just dropped dead, who would inherit his two power banks?

If he gave them to Wu Jun’gu, he wouldn’t want things with soul rings.

Even Tang San could accept a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

“Alright, alright, you’re right,” Wu Jun’gu humored him.

“No, I didn’t open—” Zeng You was about to argue further when his gaze suddenly tightened like a rope, “Over there! The homeroom teacher, it really is the homeroom teacher!”

Hearing this, Wu Jun’gu also became a little curious.

“Where?”

He turned his head; it was midday. The streets were sparsely populated, but there was no sign of the homeroom teacher.

He looked at Zeng You, his expression becoming serious.

“Zeng You, did you really see him just now?”

Under the warm winter sun, Zeng You blinked, a wave of fatigue washing over him. He wavered for a moment, clutching his head with a pained expression.

“I… I can’t tell! I really can’t tell.”

At the wedding banquet.

At the table, only Wang Yuhe and Huang Cailang were still ‘fighting’ (eating).

Everyone else had stopped, staring intently at the two eating.

Wang Yuhe ate slowly and meticulously, essentially chewing carefully and being very picky.

Huang Cailang devoured his food like a whirlwind, eating everything from fatty meat, lean meat, soft-shelled turtle, Dragon, to vegetables without discrimination.

Jiang Nian leaned back in his chair, playing on his phone and leisurely drinking tea.

Chen Yunyun was doing the same, except she was chatting with Jiang Nian on her phone.

Yang Qiming was far away and didn’t know they were chatting on QQ.

Seeing the table atmosphere a bit dull, he assumed the two were just awkwardly sitting alone, playing on their phones.

“Ahem. Where are you guys going later?”

The school gate would be locked after the lunch break, roughly from 12:45 to 12:50, and wouldn’t reopen until the afternoon.

Jiang Nian didn’t speak immediately but looked at Chen Yunyun. Seeing her also thinking, he vaguely said,

“I don’t know, what about you?”

“Hehe, there’s not enough time for the internet cafe,” Yang Qiming chuckled, saying quite boldly, “You know the North Gate, right? There’s a spot on the wall there we can climb over.”

“You’re going to climb over the wall?” Chen Yunyun was astonished.

“Isn’t there surveillance there?” Jiang Nian interjected at the right time.

This immediately piqued Yang Qiming’s desire to share. He looked at the several men and women in their twenties at the table who were also looking at him, and his sense of satisfaction exploded.

“Hmph, that spot’s a blind spot; the old surveillance can’t catch it.”

He paused, then continued sharing.

“Climb over the wall from there, then slowly jump down. As long as you walk along the base of the wall for a bit, then dash across, the surveillance won’t know where you came from.”

“That wall is so high; it’s too dangerous, isn’t it?” Chen Yunyun asked in surprise.

“It’s not that high; you can get over it with your bare hands,” Yang Qiming exaggerated a little, but it didn’t matter. “What about you guys? Are you climbing in too?”

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun quickly waved her hands.

“Yuhe and I aren’t very good at it; we don’t have the strength.”

At this, Wang Yuhe, who was eating, suddenly looked up and said with a serious expression,

“I can!”

Yang Qiming froze, completely ignored her, and turned to Jiang Nian.

“Jiang Nian, what about you? Are you climbing?”

“No,” Jiang Nian smiled, “I’ve never climbed a wall before; I probably can’t get over it.”