Director Jian is here!

Chapter 19

"Director Jian is here!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao leaned aside, quietly hiding behind Lin Zhengmo and making faces at Jian Yue.

Lin Zhengmo followed the sound and saw that Director Jian was always conspicuous in a crowd, with a tall and graceful figure and striking long legs. Lin Zhengmo quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Director Jian was approaching.

She felt an involuntary tension, a subconscious reaction. Even though she'd found Director Jian easy to get along with, she couldn't help it.

About five or six meters away, Jian Yue reappeared in Lin Zhengmo's line of sight.

Lin Zhengmo had to nod in greeting and take the initiative: "Director Jian."

"Fancy meeting you here." Jian Yue's voice was clear, her eyes shimmering as if their relationship was... quite good?

Beside them, Zhao Xiaoxiao frowned.

Huh?

Had she missed some plot?

Cousin's smile...

This is so strange!

Cousin and Ms. Lin had no interaction, right? At least she'd never seen them together at school. But now, what was this? Cousin's face was almost splitting with a smile!

Ms. Lin was also acting strangely. Although she was always polite, the smile she gave Cousin was genuine, not the superficial politeness she usually showed.

There seemed to be a subtle aura between them, but Zhao Xiaoxiao couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

When had these two become acquainted?

Xiaoxiao's head was full of question marks.

Jian Yue stopped in front of them.

Zhao Xiaoxiao pretended to greet her: "Director Jian."

"Mn." Jian Yue's gaze remained on Lin Zhengmo, ignoring Zhao Xiaoxiao.

"Director Jian," Zhao Xiaoxiao grew bolder, "remember to cheer for us during the tug-of-war!"

Jian Yue kept a straight face. "Alright."

Pretending to be so serious!!

Zhao Xiaoxiao thought to herself, pulling Shen Liping away.

"Ms. Lin, Director Jian, the tug-of-war is about to start! We're leaving first!"

The two of them flitted away.

Lin Zhengmo and Jian Yue stood side by side. In recent days, they'd chatted occasionally online, mostly about fitness, but Lin Zhengmo was still unaccustomed to being around her offline.

In a work setting, she automatically fell into the superior-subordinate dynamic, so her nerves were still taut, and she didn't even dare to look at her.

Jian Yue, however, was more relaxed.

"Glad you're here. I haven't seen you all day."

"It was boring sitting in the office, so I came to have a look." Lin Zhengmo pondered those words. Haven't seen me all day? So you looked for me on the playground? Why? We didn't make plans.

Her mind was racing.

Jian Yue looked at the two classes ahead. "Which class do you think will win, Class 1 or Class 2, Ms. Lin?"

Class 2 wasn't the class Lin Zhengmo taught, so she naturally favored Class 1 slightly.

"Class 1, maybe."

"I think Class 2," Jian Yue smiled, "want to make a bet? If Class 1 wins, I'll treat you to dinner; if Class 2 wins, you treat me."

Circling around, it was about having a meal.

Lin Zhengmo couldn't refuse and went along with it: "Okay."

The two stood closer to watch. The students lined up, with their homeroom teachers at each end, exuding a competitive atmosphere.

The most explosive students were at the front, and the heaviest at the back.

"Keep the chants uniform, focus your strength on the rope, and lean back."

The homeroom teacher rattled off strategies when Zhao Xiaoxiao suddenly saw Lin Zhengmo in the crowd and shouted: "Ms. Lin, cheer for me!"

"Go for it~"

"Ooh yeah, inject beautiful power!"

Jian Yue watched her cousin show off, unable to scold her in public.

Inadvertently, she glanced at Lin Zhengmo's profile and saw that Lin Zhengmo was smiling at Zhao Xiaoxiao.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, her cold features softening, a hint of sweetness in her brows.

This wasn't a polite smile but a genuine one. Jian Yue's mood brightened, and imitating Lin Zhengmo's tone, she said to Zhao Xiaoxiao: "Go for it!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao: "?"

I didn't ask you to cheer for me.

As the two classes took their positions, a whistle blew, and the rope tensed up instantly. Within seconds, it was clear the rope was tilting toward Class 2—they had more boys, after all.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the cheerleading squad roared at the top of their lungs: "Class 1, go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!"

The students gritted their teeth, put in all their strength, their toes digging into the turf like nails. Some grimaced in pain, even closing their eyes, their faces contorted.

Perhaps the roaring cheers worked, as the rope was pulled back, becoming a deadlock.

"1, 2, 3! Pull!"

"1, 2, 3! Pull!"

"1, 2, 3! Pull!"

The whole world was shouting "pull".

Pulling until they collapsed, until they were exhausted. Just as Class 1 fell into 劣势 (disadvantage) again, someone suddenly yelled: "Can you not be so damn strong! I'm about to shit myself!!"

This bombshell broke the tension. The rope-pullers started laughing, and the laughter spread to those behind them. The line of students seemed to have been hit by a laughter curse, laughing harder and losing strength.

"I really am about to shit my pants!"

"Pfft—"

A loud fart rang out, followed by a series of wet splatters.

An "aromatic" scent filled the air.

The entire scene erupted into chaos.

"Help! Did someone shit their pants?"

"Pulling the rope turned into shitting the pants!"

"Stop talking, I can't stop laughing..."

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhao Xiaoxiao shouted commands: "The other side let go! Stop laughing! Pull hard at the back! Now!"

"1, 2, 3! Heave—"

With a united effort, they forcefully pulled the rope back. The neighboring class lost momentum, released the rope, and everyone on Class 1's side tumbled down.

The last one standing in Class 1 was a fat student nicknamed Fatty.

As the people in front fell backward, Fatty didn't want to be at the bottom and nimbly stepped back. But he tripped after a few steps, falling backward like a shot put.

At that moment, Lin Zhengmo was standing behind him, celebrating the victory. Before she could react, a black shadow crashed into her...

Fatty weighed 160 jin, equivalent to two Lin Zhengmos crashing into one. Jian Yue let out a cry and tried to block him, but it was too late.

His solid butt slammed into Lin Zhengmo's arm.

The crowd scattered like startled birds, crying out in alarm!

"Fatty! What are you doing!"

"Ms. Lin! Ms. Lin!"

Lin Zhengmo let out a soft groan. Had her students secretly practiced martial arts behind her back? This hit felt like it had almost caused internal injuries, shattering her into pieces.

She naturally couldn't stand steady and was about to fall—how embarrassing. Losing her balance, she braced for impact.

But instead of the hard turf, the moment everyone stepped back, one person stepped forward, steadying her in their arms.

The softness of a woman's embrace wrapped around her, reminding Lin Zhengmo of the cotton candy she'd eaten as a child.

In her line of sight, the sky was clear and blue, and a beautiful face suddenly appeared. Lin Zhengmo instinctively gripped the other person's wrist.

She hadn't fallen.

To be precise, she'd fallen into Jian Yue's arms. Jian Yue held her tightly, and Lin Zhengmo's arm was pressed against Jian Yue's chest.

But there was no idol drama plot. Lin Zhengmo was extremely embarrassed, with all the students around them staring.

"Lin Zhengmo!" Jian Yue's brows furrowed.

"Ah?" Being called by her full name left her confused.

"Are you okay!?" Jian Yue sucked in a breath. "I heard your bones... crack!"