novelraw Chapter 136: The Visitor Comes With Ill Intent
Chapter 136: The Visitor Comes With Ill Intent
Teacher Tang didn't really want to look at the Writer standing at the back of the classroom.
The other party had only requested to observe the class and hadn't violated any rules or anything.
He couldn't forcefully order the other party to leave.
Even if he had reasons to prevent the Writer from staying here, who knew if the other party would retaliate with some means after his class ended.
The tall, thin man wouldn't do that—it would only be asking for trouble.
But constantly being within the Writer's line of sight, feeling as if he was being monitored by the other party, made Teacher Tang's heart swell with intense resentment and hatred again.
Even if you're powerful, even if your hierarchical status is high, aren't you still just an outsider in the end?
Suddenly appearing out of nowhere, then interfering with such an attitude—what exactly do you want to do?
With one more person coming to share the spoils, what ends up in his hands would be that much less.
This was something the tall, thin man was unwilling to see.If not for the rules being in place, Teacher Tang suspected the other party would directly start ordering him around.
In the operation of rules, as long as no abnormalities occur, generally speaking, whoever has the bigger fists gets to call the shots.
Normally by this time, he would have long been able to taste something fresh, but today he had to be mindful of that guy standing nearby—it was truly frustrating!
What's worse, he couldn't vent this hatred and killing intent on those orphans because the Writer's gaze remained persistently following him.
The tall, thin man lowered his head slightly, the ferocity and resentment in his eyes almost overflowing, the wooden beads in his hand tightly clenched.
And what's with those little brats' looks?
The other party has only been here for half a day, and they already foolishly believe he'll treat them well?!
It's all just an act—everyone in this place gathers here for themselves, to satisfy their own desires.
These little things are truly ridiculous, and truly disobedient—
Have they forgotten who taught them day after day, who molded them into what they are now? If not for me, would they even have the chance to be chosen?
Teacher Tang maintained a strained, insincere smile as he instructed the orphans—some were practicing calligraphy, some were playing musical instruments, and some children were painting.
Occasionally glancing at the Writer, the other party still maintained that gentle, refined appearance, with proper demeanor and a faint smile always on his face.
He really wanted to tear that hypocritical face apart, to make the other party experience what it feels like to grovel on the ground—it was truly disgustingly twisted.
I wonder if that guy will still come...
Originally thinking these two classes would pass peacefully, but during the second class, an uninvited guest appeared.
The Acting Director appeared silently at the classroom door with a warm, kind smile on her face.
"Everyone having class? Don't mind me, I'm just here to take a look. Just pretend I don't exist."
"Teacher Tang, you're working so hard!..."
The tall, thin man and the other party exchanged glances, their eyes meeting with such intense malice it almost overflowed.
The man tightly clutching the wooden beads turned slightly sideways, turning his back to the Writer standing behind him.
His pupils dilated slightly with excitement, his face twisting into a somewhat sickening, terrifying smile, as if pleased about being able to vent his feelings soon.
So she did come after all—he thought she might choose to retreat because of the Writer too.
Perhaps this kind of situation had already happened many times.
With just one look, they had already confirmed each other's conjectures.
The two adults were like wild wolves invading a sheep pen, their undisguised gazes falling on those orphans.
The moment Xiao Gui'an saw that middle-aged woman, his internal warning alarm blared loudly.
He didn't believe she was just here for a simple inspection round—he needed to be on guard and not let her cause any trouble.
Although the dark-haired young man disliked those two individuals, at this moment he still stepped forward.
There wasn't much he could do at this time—he could only keep an eye on both of them as much as possible, preventing them from secretly causing trouble.
Apart from the initial greeting, Teacher Tang then acted as if nothing was wrong, dutifully making rounds among the orphans.
Meanwhile, the Acting Director engaged in sporadic, quiet conversation with the Writer, presenting a scene of harmonious enjoyment on the surface.
"Xiao Fan, the painting is alright, but your color mixing isn't quite right..."
Teacher Tang would find fault with almost every orphan he passed, but quickly moved on from them.
But when he reached the boy Xiao Fan, he stopped, standing beside him as if planning to provide focused guidance, even placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Hearing this, Xiao Fan unconsciously tightened his grip on the palette, looking down at his painting without responding to the other party.
His other thin shoulder was pressed down by the Acting Director, the expensive silver watch on her wrist extremely conspicuous.
It felt like a weight of a thousand jun, pressing down on the boy until he could barely stand straight.
Xiao Gui'an imperceptibly frowned slightly.
An extremely faint sound of keys jingling seemed to make some orphans present freeze in place, deep fear rendering them immobile.
"Come on, add more water to it. You must always remember that water and the palette must never be separated."
Teacher Tang took a somewhat murky water cup from nearby and poured it into the small palette squares that couldn't hold much water to begin with.
Water mixed with pigment immediately filled the palette to the brim—with just a slight hand tremor, the various colored liquids inside would easily spill over.
"Here, take it. Add a bit more yourself."
Even though the palette clearly couldn't hold much more water, Teacher Tang made the request again.
Looking at the boy's slightly trembling arm, Xiao Gui'an knew how much pressure the two individuals standing beside him were exerting on his shoulders.
If this continued, the boy would certainly make a mistake as they had designed.
The Writer gently tugged at his sleeve, helped the boy bring over the water, and said, "I'll help the child add it."
His hand was extremely steady, adding just the right amount of water to the palette—not too much, looking just perfect, and wouldn't spill even if tilted slightly.
But the two beside them obviously wouldn't give up so easily.
The Acting Director moved closer with a smiling face, her entire shadow looming over the boy.
"Is that so? Let me take a look too—"
As she spoke, she leaned further over him, her hand applying more pressure, creating deep wrinkles in his clothing.
With this additional pressure, Xiao Fan's hand became even more unsteady, his eyes filled with helpless deep terror and accustomed numbness and despair, yet without the strength to resist.
The water in the pigment palette was about to splash out.
From the trend, it was clear that if his hand let go, that seemingly dirty liquid would certainly spill onto the Acting Director's clothes.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Writer immediately extended his other hand, wanting to steady the boy's hand. It would be better for the spilled water to soak his sleeve than to splash on the Acting Director.
Another sound of keys jingling.
In just an instant, the boy lost hold of the palette faster than the Writer had anticipated.
His hand gave way uncontrollably, and the pigment and water in the palette poured out, splashing everywhere—not only soaking the Writer's sleeve but also landing on the edge of the Acting Director's blouse.
The multicolored hues immediately spread and blended together, looking extremely ugly.
"Xiao Fan! How could you be so careless?"
"Did the teacher criticize you a bit, and you got angry enough to throw the pigment palette?"
"I'm fine—it's just a piece of clothing, I can change it. But look at Teacher Yan—he just arrived today, and what have you done?"
"Why are you always so unstable? How many times have I told you? You must hold the palette steady!"
Only then did Teacher Tang and the Acting Director remove their hands from the boy's shoulders, then began performing in tandem.
The Writer slowly withdrew his hand, straightening up slightly. He didn't care about his own sleeve, just gazed with deep, abnormally calm eyes at the two individuals before him.
Now, even if he said he didn't mind, it probably wouldn't make any difference.
This was an open scheme.
A very clumsy method.
But it worked nonetheless.