Chapter 126 — Helping Her Out of a Tight Spot - Watching the captain, so full of the air of a student, Yang Huaijun sighed. He had always taken him as his backbone, a godlike being, but now it seemed he was more like an ordinary senior-year high school student.

"Once in the morning, once at noon, once at night. Just heat it in the microwave and drink it; you can skip the heating too. There aren't many rules, and not many taboos either. Just don't drink alcohol." Wei Zhao handed Yang Huaijun a bag of brewed Chinese medicine. At that moment there were only two students on duty sweeping the classroom, so no one paid any attention to what Wei Zhao had actually come back to fetch.

"I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in ages. With a body like mine, I can't drink anyway." Yang Huaijun smiled bitterly. "This should be enough for a week, right?"

"Mm, that's exactly a week's worth..." Wei Zhao nodded. "After a week, we'll see how your body is recovering, and then I'll prescribe the right medicine for the symptoms."

"All right, then I'll head back first. A great favor needs no thanks in words. Where should I pick you up tomorrow? The school again...?" Yang Huaijun asked.

"Tomorrow morning at the school gate. Park a little farther away, and we'll get in touch by phone then," Wei Zhao said after a moment's thought.

After seeing Yang Huaijun off, Wei Zhao turned and headed for the restroom. He had meant to go relieve himself earlier, but Wang Zhifeng had called him back; only after Yang Huaijun left did the physical urgency finally catch up with him.

Passing by Class Nine of the senior year next door, he caught a glimpse of Tang Yun's figure with a basin in her hands flashing past the doorway. She was probably on cleaning duty. But when she saw Wei Zhao, the head that had popped out promptly ducked back in.

Wei Zhao smiled wryly. Surely the girl didn't think he had come all the way to her classroom door to peep at her? Why else would she hide? He bared his teeth at her in a grin. "I'm going to the toilet."

"Huh?" Tang Yun was taken aback. Watching Wei Zhao's receding back, she stamped her foot in annoyance. Why tell her he was going to the toilet? That creep was definitely teasing her...

She really wanted to rush over and dump the basin of dirty water over his head, but she didn't quite dare. Tang Yun was bold enough for the occasional petty trick to knock Wei Zhao down a peg, but something this outrageous she didn't dare do. Wei Zhao was, after all, a rich young master; if she angered him and he cast aside his pretended gentility and did something outrageous to her, she would be caught completely off guard.

Only when Wei Zhao had fully entered the restroom did Tang Yun hurry over, dump the dirty water like a thief, quickly fill the basin with clean water, and flee back toward her classroom.

But before she had taken two steps, she ran into someone. She couldn't keep her grip on the basin, and it flew right out of her hands. "Ah...!"

When Tang Yun saw who it was in front of her, she was so frightened she immediately lowered her head. "Director Wang..."

"How do you walk, girl?" Wang Zhifeng was about to explode with rage. He had come to Class Five of the senior year to see whether Wei Zhao was all right. With Yang Huaijun there just now, he hadn't been able to ask much, so he had planned to inquire privately and make sure there was no trouble. Yet the moment he reached the door of Class Nine, a student coming toward him had thrown a basin of cold water right in his face, leaving him drenched like a drowned rat.

"Director Wang, I'm sorry..." Tang Yun was at a loss. She was the kind of good student who devoted herself single-mindedly to her studies and kept out of trouble; she had never made such a serious mistake. Dousing the dean of students with cold water was no small matter. She hadn't been watching where she was going, but Tang Yun knew that was no excuse...

"Sorry? Is 'sorry' enough to settle this? What class are you in?" Wang Zhifeng wiped the water from his face. Seeing that it was clean water, he breathed a sigh of relief. If it had been dirty water, he, the dean of students, would have lost face completely.

"I... I'm in Class Nine of the senior year..." Tang Yun kept her head down. She had never told a lie, so when Wang Zhifeng asked, she confessed honestly. In fact, standing at the door of Class Nine, lying would have been useless anyway.

"Go back and write a self-criticism, then read it out in the broadcasting room!" Whether the student had done it on purpose or not, Wang Zhifeng had to make a show of it. Otherwise, what authority would he, the director, have in the future? Would other students think they could throw water on him too?

"The broadcasting room..." Tang Yun's heart lurched. That was where the bad students went to make their self-criticisms... and today it was her turn. At the thought, Tang Yun felt aggrieved. If not for Wei Zhao, why would she have been running? But how was she supposed to explain all that to Director Wang? After all, it was a fact that she had run recklessly. Yet making a self-criticism... for a top student like Tang Yun, it was truly a torment.

From childhood until now, Tang Yun had never written a self-criticism, nor had she ever made any mistake. At the thought, her eyes reddened and she was on the verge of tears. She, a girl, going to the broadcasting room to make a self-criticism...

"Heh, Director Wang, just had a shower? Though your hairstyle is pretty flashy—you look a good deal younger!" Wei Zhao had come out of the restroom just in time to see Tang Yun accidentally throw the water, and he couldn't help laughing to himself. This girl was a bit too careless! Then he saw Wang Zhifeng scolding Tang Yun, and he didn't think much of it—let Wang Zhifeng teach this little spitfire a lesson, so she would stop picking on him for no reason. But when he saw that Tang Yun was about to cry, Wei Zhao couldn't bear it, and so he strode over.

"Ah? Uh..." Wang Zhifeng hadn't expected to run into Wei Zhao at this moment, and since Wei Zhao had praised his hairstyle, true or not, he couldn't very well bring up the matter of Tang Yun throwing water. He could only nod vaguely. "The weather's getting warmer, so a shower cools you down!"

"Oh, I thought you'd just finished exercising, Director!" Wei Zhao chuckled.

"Ha... I was watching the students do their morning exercises, so I just followed along and waved my arms a bit..." Looking at Wei Zhao's somewhat wicked smile, Wang Zhifeng broke into a cold sweat. This kid was indeed no easy mark! He clearly knew all about what happened that day!

"Oh." Wei Zhao nodded, then suddenly turned to look at Tang Yun. "Hey, Tang Yun, you're here... No need to wait for me. Go back to the classroom first. I have a few things to discuss with the director!"

"Huh?" Tang Yun hadn't expected Wei Zhao to be so familiar with Wang Zhifeng, chatting about everyday matters so casually. But then she thought of who he was—a rich young master with deep connections, and of course Wang Zhifeng gave him face. Yet at this moment Tang Yun also understood that Wei Zhao was helping her out of the fix, and her heart felt a little sour. She, a top student, counted for less than the status of Wei Zhao, a spoiled rich boy. She glanced at Wei Zhao, then at Wang Zhifeng...

Wang Zhifeng hadn't expected Wei Zhao to know the girl who had thrown water on him. When the girl raised her head, he finally saw clearly that it was Tang Yun, the school beauty, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly... It seemed there must be something between Wei Zhao and her. No wonder Wei Zhao had hinted at him earlier—it was clearly to make him let Tang Yun off the hook!

Wang Zhifeng was no fool. Wei Zhao had made himself quite clear and had given him a sufficient way out. If he failed to take the hint, Wei Zhao would probably spill the story of his exercising. At the thought, Wang Zhifeng laughed heartily. "Hurry back now. Wei Zhao and I have matters to discuss; in a bit I'll have him come find you!"

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