108. Letter

Around this time, someone posted a new post on the forum.

''The differences.

Together and Alone.

PS# Sorry I don't think I can do justice to the feelings in the photograph so I'll not add much.''

Below the post were six pictures attached which were taken from far. The first one was at the airport and it had Li Zhilan and her group of monkeys laughing and smiling brightly together. The next five pictures were still at the airport but this time it was individual pictures of them in different outfits. Their faces were emotionless to the point of exuding a cold and strong aura. The difference between the two types of pictures was very evident right from a glance of it.

''Ah... my heart. Did you hear that craking sound? It just broke. ToT.''

''They look so sad apart. Can I be selfish and pray that they are never apart? I can't bear to see my idols like this. May they always be happy together.''

'''They look so sad apart. Can I be selfish and pray that they are never apart? I can't bear to see my idols like this. May they always be happy together' +1

'''They look so sad apart. Can I be selfish and pray that they are never apart? I can't bear to see my idols like this. May they always be happy together' +555''

''Ah.. my idols. My love. This expression, I hate it. Hump.''

''I know there is pity feelings all over bit are there any souls like me who thinks that this pictures are so damn hot. I mean look at them, they look so freaking cool. If I could, I wish to have a closeup as well.''

''Bro... you are not alone. I feel you cause the situation with me is also the same. Look at them. Their expression matches perfectly with how they are dressed. They look like... like... can anyone help me term the word?''

''Like runway models. The look like they are currently taking part in a fashion show.''

''Like models. They have the air that says 'click click. Go on. You won't come across such perfect face very often.' It's as if they are doing a photo shoot for a very huge brand.''

''Exactly. If there were a few photographers around, no one would have doubted otherwise.''

It had to be said that those who commented were not just boys. There was a mix of both boys and girls and there was a weird history behind it. In the beginning, Li Zhilan was not so famous among the girls but then she had cut her hair short like that of a boy's and worn clothes which were normally for that of boys. It had been hell for boys who made use of their looks because since then, almost every girl was crazily under Li Zhilan's charm.

Within a week, they had lost the favor of the girls and so a letter was wrote by a boy on half of everyone else which was even signed by everyone pleading her to keep her hair long and dress like a girl.

Still then, many girls still got a picture of Li Zhilan of that time pasted among the stars and idols they admire.

Even that period of time was named as the God's Era, which was since then forever remembered.

The signed letter was also confiscated by the school administration not because it was inappropriate but because they thought that such a scene was once in a lifetime so they have to treasure it. That was why, it was still there, in the treasury room, framed and preserved.

...

The student council meeting lasted the whole lunch break. They only dispersed when the bell for the next period went off.

...

''Goddess Li, the Principal asked you to come to his office as quickly as possible.'' A meek looking girl wearing round gold rimmed glasses said after asking the teacher incharge for permission.

Li Zhilan stood up from her seat and with the permission of the teacher walked out of the class whilst not forgetting to thank the girl who passed the information.

The girl's face turned red and she started suttering while waving her hands here and there.

''No... it's my... my p-pleasure.'' After Li Zhilan walked away, the suttering went away and her pitch also turned high. ''Ah... my idol talked to me. Ah..''

Knock Knock

''Come in'' A rough thick voice said from the other side of the door.

''Sir...''

''Ah... Zhilan. Come. Sit sit.'' The person sitting on the other end of huge dark wooden desk was an old man around 60. His head and beard were of the same colour, snow white. He looked well built as well as well dressed in that gray suit.

After the both of them were seated comfortably, the principal started to laugh happily and banged his palm on the table.

''Good good. Since you are back now, everything will be back to order.''

''Aren't you afraid of loosing students. I guess four already left.''

''When the owner isn't, why should the worker be afraid. I'm not the eunuch who would be worrying more than the emperor.''

''Why should I be worried? Didn't we hand over the school to you? Profit or loss, it's all in your hand. Don't you fear what would happen if the reputation of the school plummets?''

''Miss Kuan, please don't torture a poor old soul like me. Keeping your secret is already a very big issue. How can you put more pressure on me. Have mercy.''