Near finals week, my boyfriend received a love letter that read: [Mr. Thorne, I've had a crush on you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend?] Soon after, amidst the cheers of her classmates, the girl confessed loudly. She asked: "Mr. Thorne, will you be my boyfriend?" Just then, I saw the bullet comments. [Here it comes! The female lead finally confesses to the male lead. The classic teacher-student romance plot is officially starting!] [The female lead is confessing, so why is the vicious female side character just standing at the door? Does she think she's not enough of an eyesore?] 1 I stood frozen at the classroom door. The person being confessed to in the center of the classroom right now was indeed the male lead mentioned in the comments, my boyfriend whom I was discussing marriage with—Ethan Thorne. The comments in front of my eyes continued: [So sweet I'm crying. The male and female leads have the cutest age gap. Old woman, get lost!] [Don't worry, don't worry. The Dean will get rid of her with a text message. After all, this is the scene where the leads confirm their feelings. How could the old woman be allowed to be a stumbling block here?] [Male lead, say yes quickly! Then you can unlock the classroom play tonight! Gotta say, these young couples know how to have fun!] [I remember that part. The male lead bows down before the female lead. She takes off his glasses and steps on his shoulder, and he pants like a dog. The female side character should reflect on herself. Can her old face still excite the male lead?!] ? Thinking of Ethan's unsatisfied, craving look this morning, I couldn't help but be suspicious. Are these comments real? But the next second. My phone vibrated violently. The Dean sent a message. [Sarah, come to my office.] As soon as I entered the Dean's office, he locked the door and asked with concern: "Sarah, I heard a student wrote a love letter to Ethan? This could be big or small, you guys have to handle it well." I knew what he meant. More than a decade ago, the Dean had a favorite student who became a teacher. Because she was young and got along well with the students, a boy in her class soon developed feelings for her and confessed loudly. As a teacher, she sternly refused. But unexpectedly, after being rejected, the boy acted extremely radically. He left a suicide note that was practically a confession of love, then turned around and jumped off the school building's roof. In the end, although he didn't die, his lower body was completely paralyzed. A promising student destined for the Ivy League was ruined. The parents came to the school and made a huge scene, pointing at the female teacher's nose and calling her a seductive bitch and a slut. They even went to her boyfriend's house to mourn. The teacher was first dumped, then fired, and finally suffered from severe mental illness. Therefore, facing us young teachers, the Dean would bring this up from time to time to warn us. "Don't be fooled by some students being introverted. The more introverted the student, the more likely they are to do crazy things." I thought of the girl who confessed to Ethan. The female lead mentioned in the comments. She was the girl with the lowest presence in the class, Lily Evans. "Also, Ethan has been sponsoring Lily Evans for a year. Did you know about this?" 2 The comments were now updating me on the progress of the leads' relationship in real-time. [Look at the female lead's little face, all flushed. Reminds me of my puppy love days. Oh youth!] [The male lead called the female lead out! They're gonna go out and smooch!] [Makes sense. Rather than kissing the old woman homeroom teacher a hundred times, it's better to kiss the female lead's soft, pink lips once.] [The male lead only has responsibility towards the female side character. Passion and love are long gone. True love is...???] The comments froze. My heart sank. Ethan and I were middle school classmates, childhood sweethearts. In middle school, his parents were busy with business, so they sent Ethan to live with his grandmother in our town. We were desk mates then. At first, we just secretly liked each other, but no one broke that layer of window paper. It wasn't until the year of the SATs, when Ethan's parents retired and settled in the capital, wanting to take Ethan back for his senior year and the exams. Ethan finally confessed to me, grabbing my hand and asking me to trust him, saying he would definitely go to the same university as me, and that I had long been in his future plans. Those hands were sweaty, but his eyes were full of stars that made my heart flutter. It was the sweetness and shared goals of these years that made me unable to believe the love-crazed man in the comments was Ethan. I suddenly thought of the day Ethan received the love letter a week ago. That day was the grade-wide cleaning day. The homeroom teacher of the class next door went into labor days early. The whole floor was in chaos. Ethan and several other male teachers went to help take her to the hospital. When getting off work, I picked up Ethan's textbooks and backpack for him. Just as I picked them up, a thin pink letter paper fluttered to the ground. The handwriting was like the person. Delicate and quiet. It read: [Mr. Thorne, I've had a crush on you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend?] Signed: Lily Evans. That night I showed the confession letter to Ethan. His face looked terrible. "Did Lily really write this?" "Could it be a punishment for losing a game of Truth or Dare?" "I'll go to school tomorrow and have a good talk with her!" The more he spoke, the more Ethan seemed ready to fight. I was the one who stopped him, telling him to ask the experienced Dean for advice first. I also persuaded him. As a woman, being both Lily's homeroom teacher and his fiancée, if we really needed to talk to Lily, I might be more suitable than him. But with heavy teaching tasks and many homeroom duties, this dragged on until today. Lily's confession. Ethan's attitude. And the Dean's sentence just now, the fact that Ethan had sponsored Lily for a year. I pinched my brow, feeling a headache coming on. The comments that had frozen just now started scrolling again. More densely than before. [What nonsense is the male lead talking about?! What do you mean 'demonstrate how you concluded you like the teacher'?!] [This is smut, bro. Just do it already. How can you use your 98.6°F mouth to say words that cause premature ejaculation?!] [I'm out. I'll come back tonight when the female lead gets framed by the male side character for the paid content.] [Hohoho, I'll come back tonight too.] 3 I decided to call Lily's parents. Unexpectedly, as soon as I spoke, I was caught off guard by their attitude. "Don't look for me if there's trouble. Isn't there a sucker willing to sponsor her? Go find whoever's sponsoring her! We didn't ask her to study. Unless she gets knocked up or dies! Otherwise, don't bother us!" In the background, besides the grumpy middle-aged male voice, there were a woman's screams and a baby's loud crying. "Damn woman, can you feed the kid! Make Jack stop crying! My head is about to explode!" I couldn't believe it: "Lily's parent..." But the next second, the phone hung up with a snap. The busy tone beeped in the receiver. The substitute teacher for the class next door asked: "Was that Lily's family?" Seeing me nod, she sighed. "That child is pitiful." "Her parents worked out of town before and left her with the elderly at home. Last year her parents got pregnant and had a second child. Seeing it was a boy, they immediately didn't want their daughter to continue studying to save money for the family." "I heard that they even beat her up at the school gate before." I quickly asked when this happened. The substitute teacher said it was last year, right when she started tenth grade. Seeing my face turn pale, she comforted me, saying there were so many students in the class, even a homeroom teacher couldn't cover everything and notice everyone. "Especially since this is your first time being a homeroom teacher." She comforted me like this. But my heart was still heavy. The second period was my class. Lily sat in her seat with her bangs drooping. I carefully observed this girl for the first time. Thin, frail, face pale, sitting there silently with very little presence, as if any random shadow could crush her. Could such a girl confess to a teacher in front of all her classmates? After class, I called the Chinese class representative. I had seen her holding hands with Lily going to the restroom a few times before, thinking they were good friends. "But Ms. Sarah, Lily and I haven't been friends for a long time." The girl twisted her fingers, looking uneasy. "She always lies, saying how good her parents are to her, saying her parents made big money in the city and would buy a house when they return, giving her the best room as a bedroom. But actually, her parents ignore her." "Last New Year's Eve party ended too late. My parents happened to be on a business trip and I was afraid to stay alone, so I asked if I could go back to her house with her. As a result, her parents wouldn't even open the door for her. We waited for fully half an hour before her grandma opened a crack for us to sneak in. Only then did I know her family wasn't like what she said at all." "Teacher, I don't want to be friends with a liar. Is that wrong?" the class representative asked me. Is it wrong? My subconscious answer was no. But as a teacher, I couldn't jump to conclusions so easily. "Is there any student bullying her in class?" The little girl shook her head, avoiding my eyes, and said: "I don't know." I smiled at her, signaling her to leave first, then called the next student in. Asked the same question. "Are you friends with Lily? Is anyone bullying her in class?" A class is like a small society. No matter how much of an ivory tower it is, students will be divided into ranks. Those with good grades, rich families, and good looks will naturally be sorted into the most popular tier. I asked more than ten girls in a row. The answers I got were that they weren't friends with Lily, weren't familiar, and didn't know if anyone in class bullied her. Although Lily was reticent, she was careful and serious. Teachers usually asked her to help collect homework, so her interaction with classmates couldn't be too little. But the answers I got now made me suspicious. Ding. The phone vibrated. Ethan sent a message saying he took the afternoon off. I didn't reply to him. The next period was self-study. I decided to sneak into the class to take a look first. 4 Just approaching the class, I suddenly heard a gasp. Looking in through the small round window at the back of the classroom, I saw Lily bending over to pick up a homework notebook, while the class monitor, Brad Miller, stood in front of her with a bad smirk, stepping on the notebook with his limited edition sneakers, preventing the girl from pulling it out no matter how hard she tried. Brad was not only the class monitor but also handsome, had excellent grades, and his family was very wealthy. Several teachers told me they saw a driver picking him up in a luxury car after school. The boys sitting below had lights in their eyes. The girls all kept their heads down, as if reading seriously. "Yes, bend over just like that. The view from this angle is the most beautiful." "Didn't expect the lying girl to brag so much, but her chest is flat as a runway." After speaking, Brad ordered Lily not to move and took out his phone to record. I watched dumbfounded, simply unable to believe it. The thin girl bent over in humiliation. Even from this distance, I could see her tears falling drop by drop. Other classmates in the class acted as if sacrificing Lily would keep them safe, all lowering their eyes and staying silent. Not friends?! No one bullying her?! This was clearly isolating Lily for fear of getting burned! In an instant, my anger shot to the top of my head, feeling like every hair was about to explode. I lifted my foot and walked towards the classroom. Sharp-eared students obviously discovered my arrival. There was a flurry of panic in the classroom. By the time I walked in, Brad had already picked up the notebook on the ground and handed it to Lily seriously. "Student Lily, this is my homework." At this moment, he put on that good student mask again. Sunny, gentle, polite. I pretended not to see what just happened and looked at Brad. "Brad Miller, come to my office." In my peripheral vision, Lily's expression was pale and terribly ugly.
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