Kidnapping the Female Teacher's Best Friend - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Mo Zibei hadn’t returned since leaving during the break. Qu Junzhi was worried, not knowing what she had encountered, and looked quite anxious. She was distracted throughout the entire class, constantly turning her head to check the back door. Her inattention didn’t escape Old Luo’s notice, who, displeased, called on her twice during class to answer questions.

Mo Zibei had taken the cookies when she left, so she was likely on her way to the third floor to find Zhou Ruoxin. After the second class, during the brief moment when Old Luo left, Qu Junzhi rushed out. She had to find Mo Zibei.

Running hastily, she didn’t pay much attention to what was ahead and bumped right into Mo Zibei, who was coming up the stairs.

Mo Zibei held onto the handrail with one hand and grabbed the unsteady Qu Junzhi with the other. “Why are you running so fast?”

Qu Junzhi wanted to say she was looking for her, but she felt a bit embarrassed at the last minute. She quickly changed her mind and asked, “Where did you go? You didn’t come back for the entire class…”

“Went to the infirmary,” Mo Zibei pulled Qu Junzhi back toward the classroom. “Meng Yuanhao got hurt.” In the large afternoon break, they were supposed to do eye exercises, and although the final year students were generally lax about it, sometimes inspectors would come to supervise.

“What happened?”

“I’ll tell you later.” As they approached the back door, Mo Zibei crouched low and led Qu Junzhi darting back to their seats.

As soon as Mo Zibei sat down, Du Chenxing leaned over and quietly told her, “Old Luo just came in and looked around, and he asked where Qu Junzhi went.”

Mo Zibei hummed, rubbed her eyes, and looked through the gap in her fingers toward the front door.

After the eye exercises, Mo Zibei briefly told Qu Junzhi about Meng Yuanhao’s situation, skipping some details.

After speaking, Mo Zibei took a drink of water, and Qu Junzhi also raised her cup. Just then, Ding Mingduo walked over. He seemed to accidentally twist his ankle, which caused him to bump into Qu Junzhi. Qu Junzhi lost control and fell toward Mo Zibei, spilling water all over Mo Zibei.

Fortunately, the water in the cup wasn’t very hot, or she would have been scalded.

Du Chenxing quickly handed Mo Zibei a tissue. Mo Zibei steadied Qu Junzhi, took the tissue, and stood up to go to the restroom to clean up.

Mo Zibei was in a hurry and didn’t stop her steps. As soon as she exited the back door, she collided with Mu Hanxi, who was passing by.

She didn’t clearly see who the person was, but a familiar clean scent lingered in her nostrils. Her body reacted much faster than her brain; the moment she bumped into Mu Hanxi, Mo Zibei reached out to steady Mu Hanxi, who was wearing high heels and swaying precariously…

Her hand rested on Mu Hanxi’s waist, and through a thin layer of silk fabric, she could feel that the person’s waist was very soft and felt comfortable to touch…

Qu Junzhi was right behind Mo Zibei. When Mo Zibei suddenly stopped, Qu Junzhi couldn’t stop in time, and her body pitched forward, her forehead hitting Mo Zibei’s back neck…

The impact on her back neck brought Mo Zibei back to her senses. Looking at Mu Hanxi in her arms, her pupils suddenly widened, her throat moved up and down, and her voice trembled slightly: “Are… are you okay?”

Mu Hanxi hadn’t spoken yet, but Lin Xiaoran spoke first.

“Don’t you two watch where you’re going?” Lin Xiaoran tutted. “One more reckless than the other… Hanxi, are you alright?” She reached out to help Mu Hanxi.

Mo Zibei slowly released her grip, lowered her eyes, and quietly said, “Sorry.”

“I’m fine.”

Mo Zibei stood there, hands at her sides, looking meek and clumsy, like a kindergarten child who had done something wrong.

Mu Hanxi reached out and tugged at her sleeve, her voice very soft: “Come with me.”

“Huh?” Mo Zibei looked up, her eyes flashing with confusion.

Mu Hanxi didn’t explain but offered her a gentle smile.

That smile nearly stole Mo Zibei’s soul… Mo Zibei turned dazedly and followed.

Qu Junzhi grabbed her arm upon seeing this. “Where are you going?”

Mo Zibei was stunned for a moment before saying, “Something came up, you go back to class first.”

Qu Junzhi frowned, watched Mo Zibei’s distant figure, and reluctantly returned.

“I’m going to class now,” Lin Xiaoran said to Mu Hanxi as she grabbed her textbook and flash drive in the office. “We’ll leave after class.” She then glanced at Mo Zibei. “Make sure to head back to the classroom right away.” She didn’t know why Mu Hanxi had called Mo Zibei over, but something was surely up.

Once Lin Xiaoran left, only a few people remained in the office: three who were busy preparing lessons, and the two of them.

“Go change into this.” Mu Hanxi took out a thin denim shirt from her bag—the same shirt Mo Zibei wore when they first met. After work, Mu Hanxi liked to dress more casually and was accustomed to carrying a spare regular shirt in her bag. She originally had work in the afternoon, but the other party had a sudden change of plans, postponing it until tomorrow. So, she thought of asking Lin Xiaoran to have dinner together. Lin Xiaoran suggested coming over earlier since she was free anyway, and they could stroll around the campus.

Mo Zibei lowered her eyes and scanned her chest. The area was wet with water, and the thin fabric of her shirt made it look somewhat transparent…

She blushed, understood Mu Hanxi’s intention, took the shirt, and went into the restroom to change.

Just as she entered the restroom, the class bell rang. She wasn’t in a rush, slowly putting on the shirt, trying to calm her excited and nervous feelings. Mu Hanxi’s shirt was very casual, and aside from being a little short, it fit her well.

She lingered inside for a bit before coming out.

Hearing footsteps, Mu Hanxi withdrew her gaze from the window, turned to look at her, and her eyes instantly lit up.

Mo Zibei caught that look, unconsciously tugged at the hem of the shirt, and her heart began to race again. She tried hard to keep her expression steady: “I… I need to go to class.”

Mu Hanxi smiled gently: “Go ahead.”

Mo Zibei, however, couldn’t move. She pursed her lips and, matching her heartbeat, spoke: “Give me your contact information. I’ll… find time to return the shirt to you.”

Mu Hanxi was momentarily surprised, then smiled: “There’s no need to go to such trouble. You can just leave it with Teacher Lin.”

Mo Zibei stood there without moving or speaking, but her eyes were fixed on her.

Mu Hanxi tilted her head, thought for two seconds, and understood. She gracefully walked to Lin Xiaoran’s desk, pulled out a piece of white paper, picked up a pen, wrote her name and phone number on it, and folded it neatly.

Mu Hanxi suppressed a laugh, turned, and handed the paper over: “Here you go.”

“Is the WeChat ID… this one?” She clutched the paper in her palm.

Mu Hanxi clearly hadn’t expected this question. Her expression stalled for a moment, and just as she was about to answer her, Mo Zibei suddenly turned and ran away, her back looking somewhat frantic: “I’m going to class…” Her voice faded away at the doorway.

Mu Hanxi shook her head, chuckling softly…

Mo Zibei knocked on the front door of Class 15 and gave her report. Lin Xiaoran turned her head and glanced at Mo Zibei wearing Mu Hanxi’s clothes. It took her a few seconds to realize that Mo Zibei’s shirt seemed to have been soaked in water on the chest earlier…

“Come in.” She continued writing on the blackboard, but her mind was slightly wandering: Mu Hanxi was still so considerate and thoughtful.

After being allowed in, Mo Zibei returned to her seat. She clenched the piece of paper tightly in her palm, her chest pounding like a drum…

Qu Junzhi had been looking at her since she heard her report. Noticing the shirt she was wearing, her expression became subtly complicated, and her gaze traveled back and forth over Mo Zibei’s upper body…

“Whose shirt are you wearing?” Qu Junzhi secretly asked when Lin Xiaoran wasn’t looking.

Mo Zibei tucked the paper strip from her palm into her pants pocket and placed her T-shirt in the desk drawer. “Teacher Lin’s… friend’s.”

Qu Junzhi poked her notebook with the tip of her pen: “I’ll go back to the dorm to get one of my shirts for you during the afternoon meal break.” Mo Zibei wouldn’t be able to wear her clothes, which she hadn’t thought about then.

“No need,” Mo Zibei picked up her pen and underlined knowledge points in her book. “This one is perfectly fine on me.”

Qu Junzhi stopped writing, her face tense: “Suit yourself.”

After the English class, Mo Zibei’s gaze followed Lin Xiaoran, and she slowly followed her into the corridor, stopping at the corridor of Class 14 and not going any further. She leaned her back against the window sill of the corridor, turning her head to look in the direction Lin Xiaoran had gone. When Lin Xiaoran turned her head to look over, she averted her gaze and looked elsewhere.

Lin Xiaoran found it a little strange. Why did she feel like Mo Zibei was watching her?

Thinking that Mu Hanxi was waiting for her in the office, she didn’t dwell on it and continued walking forward.

Mo Zibei wanted to turn around and look again, but her sight was blocked by Du Chenxing, who came running hastily.

“Your deskmate Qu Junzhi and Ding Mingduo are fighting,” Du Chenxing tugged at her sleeve. “Hurry up and come.”

Hearing this, Mo Zibei quickly followed Du Chenxing and darted toward the classroom. Pushing aside the people surrounding the outer layer, she forced her way in.

Just as she squeezed in, she saw Qu Junzhi being shoved by Ding Mingduo and falling toward her.

Mo Zibei turned sideways to catch and steady Qu Junzhi. Ding Mingduo was also being held back by two male class committee members. His face had scratches, showing spots of blood, obviously from fingernails.

Both of them were very agitated, constantly thrashing and struggling. Looking at the situation, they still wanted to fight.

Mo Zibei tightly restrained Qu Junzhi with both arms, frowning as she quietly asked, “What happened?”

“He just stuck out his leg and tripped me,” Qu Junzhi’s voice was angry, anxious, and wronged. “He did it on purpose to be mean!” Earlier, during the physical education class, he had helped someone pass a love letter to Qu Junzhi, and Qu Junzhi had ignored him. He probably felt humiliated and was now scheming for revenge.

“You should watch where you’re going. You deserve to fall and die!” Ding Mingduo said, then kicked toward them again.

Mo Zibei, holding Qu Junzhi, narrowly dodged it.

Failing to kick them, Ding Mingduo grew furious, his veins bulging on his forehead. He cursed: “Whoever pulls me is a goddamn asshole! Let go of me, you idiots, and buzz off!” He cursed Mo Zibei, then used his body to ram the two boys holding him. He cursed while ramming them, using incredibly foul language. The two boys, feeling insulted, loosened their grip considerably.

Mo Zibei seized the opportunity, pulled Qu Junzhi behind her, raised her foot, and kicked Ding Mingduo, who was struggling free and rushing toward them. With a loud thud, Ding Mingduo fell to the floor wretchedly, his aggressive demeanor somewhat quelled.

Everyone gasped, and Ding Mingduo howled in pain, pulling a long face.

Just as his painful cry ended, Meng Yuanhao also shoved through the crowd and rushed in. With the bump on his forehead, he glared fiercely at Ding Mingduo, baring his teeth and threatening: “If you dare touch even one finger of Mo Zibei, I’ll make you walk with a limp for the rest of your life!” No one knew where he got the news, but he rushed over so quickly.

Ding Mingduo spat on the floor and was about to retort when Old Luo’s loud, angry voice rang out from the front door: “You brats, are you trying to rebel!”

The grade-level director had called a sudden meeting for all homeroom teachers, and Old Luo was halfway there when the class president called him back.

Mo Zibei reacted quickly. As soon as she heard Old Luo’s voice, she slapped Meng Yuanhao’s shoulder and quietly instructed: “Hurry up and crouch down to return to your class.”

Their own class getting into a fight was one thing; involving another class was another matter entirely.

Meng Yuanhao was quick-witted. He twisted his flexible body and swam away like a fish.

Seeing him run away, Ding Mingduo was furious, his teeth grinding!

When Old Luo arrived, the crowd automatically parted, creating space.

Old Luo looked at the wretched, fallen Ding Mingduo, whose face was stained with tears. Then, he looked up at Qu Junzhi, and finally fixed his gaze on Mo Zibei, his tone uncertain: “You were involved too?” On the way, the class president had only mentioned Ding Mingduo and Qu Junzhi fighting, not Mo Zibei, but the way Ding Mingduo was glaring at Mo Zibei with a sour face…

Mo Zibei nodded and hummed in confirmation.

“Enough,” Old Luo waved his hand. “The three of you, follow me to the office!”

Mo Zibei walked at the back, subtly smoothing out the shirt that had been wrinkled during the scuffle, a hint of distress in her eyes…

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