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.
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"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.