Chapter 690: Youth. Warm Palms

noodle shop wasn't far from Qining High School. After evening study sessions, a large group of students would come here for supper, making it lively. The owner and his wife were kind and could remembe...Her cell phone was confiscated by her teacher and her parents have to come pick it up.

As for this, Tinglan wasn't worried. After all, there was a reason behind it, and she believed her father would understand.

Shuminghai has been very busy and tired lately. There have been many things happening in the company, and he is already stretched thin. He also needs to take time out to meet with Wenjian and Tinglan, so he has been keeping a straight face all the time.

Upon arriving at school, she was called to the office by her teacher for a reprimand. The gist of it was that she was not studying well, ignoring classroom discipline, and as a girl in her teenage years, it would be harder to manage her if she wasn't disciplined now.

Shuminghai, being the head of a state-owned enterprise, was used to giving orders. This was his first time being called to a parent-teacher meeting and having to listen with a smile while suppressing his anger as he left the teacher's office.

After handing the phone to Tinglan in the backseat, he continued.

“What's going on”

After all, he was a father. He could keep his cool and control his emotions, but his tone was stern.

Tinglan also happened to want to hear what Wenjian had to say. Why would she call during class time So she waited for her to speak up first. But Wenjian acted as if she knew nothing had happened, with an innocent expression on her face.

"I'm asking you something!" Shu Minghai said to Tinglan again.

Listening to Wen Jian's silence, Ting Lan continued, "I didn't turn off my phone because I was worried something might happen to Wen Jian. She called me during class time."

When you're in front of your father, there is nothing you can't say.

Shuminghai then looked at Wenjian: "You called Tinglan."

Wen Jian frowned: "I didn't hit anyone. I was in my own classroom, if I really needed help, there were classmates or teachers nearby, I didn't need to go next door to find Ting Lan."

Then give me a call.

"What's the phone for" Tinglan asked.

She felt guilty and wanted to take extra care of Wen Jian, but it seemed that Wen Jian didn't appreciate it.

Wen Jian denied again: "I didn't hit."

Listening didn't understand why she was denying it. He pulled out the call records: "Isn't this your phone number"

Wen Jian glanced at the phone and said, "Oh, that was probably me accidentally touching my phone and making a wrong call."

Hearing her tone, he suddenly understood that she had done it on purpose, deliberately calling him during class time.

She was angry thinking about what just happened, and she handed her phone to Wen Jian.

“Then you demonstrate now, how to make a wrong dial How is it possible to dial incorrectly”

Facing Tinglan's "inquisition," Wen Jian's eyes turned red: "I said it was a wrong call, it was a wrong call. My foot is injured, and it hurts a lot in class. It's also very inconvenient to take books out of my bag. When I was looking for a book, I accidentally pressed the dial button. Isn't that normal"

Tinglan still didn't believe him: "It's impossible that I accidentally hit the dial button and made the first call."

"Then what about you You're saying you didn't intentionally trip me Everyone on the playground can testify that you tripped me. You're just bullying me because I only have my mom..."

Listening to her, I couldn't understand why she brought up only the matter of her mother.

Two girls were arguing, Shu Minghai had a terrible headache.

“Everyone, be quiet. Lan, you apologize to Xiaojian.”

Tinglan was also wronged, her eyes reddening: "I won't apologize. I did nothing wrong today. If anyone should apologize, it's her. She deliberately framed me and got me punished by the teacher."

Shu Minghai glanced back at the stubborn girl and said, “Tinglan, understand your father, he is already tired enough.”

His tone

Indeed, he was filled with weariness. Tinglan, sitting in the back row, saw a few white hairs at his father's temples and felt a pang of sympathy. She had no choice but to say sorry to Wenjian reluctantly.

Wen Jian didn't know why, but she was even angrier than before. She turned her head away to look out the window, ignoring them.

After that, Shu Minghai took charge of picking up and dropping off Wen Jian and Ting Lan for a consecutive week, but he was so busy that he couldn't spare himself. So he asked his subordinate Xu Tao to help pick them up and drop them off for a few days.

Tinglan knew Xu Tao fairly well because Xu Tao would visit her with gifts during festivals and holidays, and he would also insist on giving Tinglan red envelopes as lucky money every Chinese New Year.

But despite their young age, Tinglan didn't have a good impression of Xu Tao. When her parents weren't around, the way he looked at her made her uncomfortable, so afterward, when he came to pick up Wenjian again, Tinglan would rather take the bus than ride in his car.

Today Xu Tao was driving past the bus stop when he specially stopped and leaned out to ask, "Tinglan, are you really not taking Uncle Tao's car anymore"

Then Tinglan turned her head away from him proudly.

In that instant of turning my head, I saw Zhu Yu'an riding his bicycle, standing on one foot beside the bus stop and smiling at me.

"Did you start taking the bus today" he asked.

"Mm." Tinglan nodded silently, a little afraid to meet his gaze.

At this bus stop, there were also several students from Qixing High School waiting for the bus. A few girls kept looking at Zhuo Yu'an, but he didn't seem to notice. He patted the back seat of his bicycle and asked Ting Lan, "Want to come up I'll take you."

Tinglan shook her head hastily, afraid of the strange looks from others at school.

Zuo Yu'an saw this and pushed his bike to the bike rack and locked it, then came over and took the bus with a backpack.

Listening stood in the middle of the line, while Zhuo Yu'an stood at the end. This was because Listening had a superior physique...

Yue stood out in the crowd. Tinglan glanced back at him, and he was looking at her, smiling.

Listening Lan also laughed, at that time not knowing what state of mind she was in, she suddenly came out from the team, and ran to stand behind Zhuo Yu'an in his surprised gaze.

He was so tall! Tinglan stood behind him, feeling like she only reached his shoulders. Her heart pounded with a strange mix of shyness and happiness.

Zuo Yu'an's heartbeat quickened, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the woman behind him.

He looked over, and Ting Lan hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

The two stood in a line, one after the other. They didn't speak again, but both wore a peculiar, knowing smile.

< After they boarded the bus, there were no more seats left. But just as the doors were about to close, a passenger next to Zhu Yu'an suddenly stood up and walked out, muttering to himself, "Almost missed my stop." >

With the seat empty, Zhuo Yu'an gestured for Ting Lan to sit down.

"Give me your backpack."

Tinglan offered to carry his backpack for him.

"Okay."

Zuo Yu'an didn't stand on ceremony either, handing his backpack to her. She took it and placed it on her lap, holding it close.

The bus swayed and bumped forward as it drove. When the traffic light turned red, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. Due to inertia, Tinglan lurched forward and her forehead hit the back of the seat in front of her. But when she fell back, her forehead landed softly in a warm palm.

It turned out that Zhuo Yunan had been quick to react, putting his hand on the back of the front seat to prevent her forehead from being injured.

Because of this emergency brake, the car was filled with cursing, but Tinglan's world was quiet. Her forehead was still resting against his palm, and she had forgotten to look up. Her face remained lowered.

Like a blood clot, red to the point of bleeding.a master of concealing his emotions; all that shone in his eyes was concern for her, but nothing else. He gently stroked her head, comforting her."Tinglan, it's all over now. In the future, I will be...