Wen Nuan was carried by Baili Wuchang back to their room. This time, Baili Wuchang didn’t trick him, buying Wen Nuan a set of regular boy’s clothes. To let Wen Nuan rest a little better, he even bought a proper set of pajamas.
Wen Nuan took a warm bath and through his drowsiness, he changed into his new pajamas.
His pajamas were white, and they were very comfortable, much more comfortable to sleep in than a bath towel. Only…
Wen Nuan turned his head to look behind him. The pajamas had a big collar where a pair of bunny ears were sewn on, drooping downwards. Wen Nuan felt like he had become a little white rabbit.
These were pajamas made for a boy, but weren’t they a little too cute?
Wen Nuan looked at his reflection in the mirror. He felt like these clothes didn’t suit him. He should be wearing something more mature.
“So cute.”
From behind him came wholehearted praise that didn’t sound fake at all.
Baili Wuchang saw Wen Nuan had finished washing up, so he came to the bathroom to check on him. He couldn’t help but grin, his smile exceptionally warm.
Wen Nuan felt like this warm smile from Baili Wuchang was simply too dazzling to look at.
Wen Nuan walked out of the bathroom, sat on the bed, grabbed the remote control that was a bit too big for him, and turned on the TV.
The Internet was not as developed eighteen years ago. On the contrary, television was more popular. Wen Nuan turned on the TV and flipped to the local news channel. Sure enough, he saw the latest news being broadcasted, including a report on a school murder case.
“Ah, sure enough.” Wen Nuan put the remote control aside and looked at it seriously.
In this time period, Internet access was still very limited. Mobile phones were generally not smart, and monitoring equipment was a luxury for schools.
A murder suddenly occurred in the school, but there was no surveillance at all in the classroom building. As a result, no one could tell clearly who killed Classmate Cao and how they escaped.
The reporter on the TV was doing a live broadcast in front of the school. He said, “The police have intervened and our station will continue to report on the progress of the case.”
Once they covered up to this point, the news switched to other reports.
“And that’s it.” Wen Nuan was a little disappointed. It seems that it was still unknown as to how Classmate Cao had died.
Baili Wuchang came out of the shower. He saw Wen Nuan staring intently at the TV.
Baili Wuchang walked over, taking the remote control from him. “Not sleeping yet? It’s already late.”
Wen Nuan looked up at him. His mouth opened slightly before he froze, his eyes widened in marvel at the “beauty who came out of the bathtub”.
After Baili Wuchang came out of the bath, he was once more without clothes, wearing only a towel around his waist like yesterday.
His long hair was dripping wet, and because it was damp, it looked even darker and shinier. The hair close to Baili Wuchang’s forehead wait brushed back to show the entirety of his bright and clean face, making him look even sharper than usual.
“Plip, plop—”
Beads of water fell onto the back of Wen Nuan’s hand, starting him from his daze.
Wen Nuan exclaimed, “Put on some clothes already!”
Baili Wuchang said calmly, “Oh, my clothes fell on the floor and got wet, so I came out to get new ones.”
For some reason, his tone of voice was very flippant, as if this was something offhand that didn’t need to be mentioned.
Baili Wuchang grabbed a set of pajamas, and he started to change…
“Ba-thump—”
Wen Nuan swallowed his saliva as he watched with his eyes wide. He felt like Baili Wuchang looked even more handsome when wearing pure white pajamas.
“No, no, no,” Wen Nuan quickly covered his eyes with his hands, whispering quietly. “This is not suitable for children, not suitable for children. I’m only three! I can’t see these things.”
As Wen Nuan muttered to himself, he swiftly crawled into bed, tunneling into the blankets and bringing the covers up over his head, sealing his sight off completely.
Baili Wuchang watched him wrap himself up like a dumpling, his lips once again uncontrollably raising.
Coming to the bedside, Baili Wuchang poked the little bun and said, “Hurry up and sleep. We’ll wake up early tomorrow.”
“Oh…”
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Once Baili Wuchang heard his breathing even out, he tugged the covers open to expose Wen Nuan, who had almost suffocated himself to death.
Baili Wuchang likewise laid down. He brought the little Wen Nuan into his arms, soundlessly planting a kiss atop Wen Nuan’s forehead.
The night was deep, and in the room, it was peaceful and quiet.
Wen Nuan slept for a long while, and it was probably because he was so tired that he didn’t even dream the whole night. He felt a little cold even, as if he was getting colder and colder the more he slept.
Because he was so cold, Wen Nuan subconsciously curled deeper into the blankets and also subconsciously got closer to Baili Wuchang.
Baili Wuchang was disrupted by Wen Nuan’s movements. He looked helplessly at Wen Nuan in his arms.
Wen Nuan was unaware that the reason he kept getting colder was because of Baili Wuchang himself. Baili Wuchang wasn’t a human, but an ancient sword, so his body didn’t carry warmth, and his body temperature was much lower than Wen Nuan’s.
Wen Nuan crammed himself into Baili Wuchang’s torso as he felt himself getting cover. He was like a wheel, so Baili Wuchang had no choice but to hold him still. He couldn’t roll about anymore, so he had to keep sleeping.
Poor Wen Nuan was rolled into such a cute little ball, one couldn’t help but assume he was pure and obedient.
Baili Wuchang stared at the sleeping Wen Nuan when he noticed a sound at the door, followed by a gust of cold wind in front of him.
Baili Wuchang was unsurprised. Neither quickly or slowly, he gazed up to see someone had entered, standing by the bed.
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang stood in front of him with a dark face. As soon as he came in, he saw the sleeping Wen Nuan laying in Baili Wuchang’s embrace.
Wen Nuan was close to Baili Wuchang, and the two of them had probably been this close the entire night.
Thinking of this, the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang was so jealous that he clenched his fists with anger, joints cracking.
Baili Wuchang smiled proudly, holding a finger up to his lips at the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang. He whispered, “Don’t wake up Wen Nuan.”
Baili Wuchang narrowly won yesterday, and won another round early this morning. He felt so good that he didn’t know how to express it.
When Wen Nuan woke up, he saw a complacent Baili Wuchang and a gloomy Baili Wuchang.
Confused, he ruffled his messy hair and shook his head helplessly, then went to the bathroom to wash up.
After Wen Nuan finished washing, he saw two breakfasts on the table, both of which were his favorites.
For the sake of fairness, Wen Nuan picked up a custard bun from one breakfast with his left hand and a shrimp dumpling from the other breakfast with his right hand, taking a bite of each.
“They’re both delicious.” Wen Nuan smiled with sweet dimples.
Seeing Wen Nuan’s smile, the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang’s dark expression softened. He sat down and said, “I came here to tell you about the progress of the school case.”
Wen Nuan was eating, but his attention was instantly attracted by the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang, and he looked at him with bright eyes.
As a result, Baili Wuchang became unhappy and said, “When eating, don’t talk about dead people.”
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang smiled and said, “But you said I should not drag down the case’s progress. I collected details all night, hoping to discover the truth sooner.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Nuan was surprised and said, “Did you not rest at all last night?”
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang immediately smiled warmly. “It’s okay. As long as I can help you, even if I’m a little tired, I think I could skip rest for ten days without a problem.”
“Ha!”
When Baili Wuchang saw Wen Nuan caring so much about himself from eighteen years ago, he couldn’t help but sneer, “I really didn’t realize that I used to be so glib.”
Wen Nuan: “…” What on earth did I say? Why did they start fighting again?
Wen Nuan hurriedly grabbed a fried dough stick, cut it in two, and held them out to the Baili Wuchangs on his left and right. “Eat breakfast, don’t fight; we have to talk about the case after we finish eating.”
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang had some news. After everyone finished breakfast, they gathered together and started discussing.
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang said, “I heard that Classmate Cao was killed by Song Xing.”
“What?” Wen Nuan was shocked and immediately denied, “It’s impossible, how could it be Song Xing? It’s absolutely impossible.”
Although Baili Wuchang didn’t like Song Xing very much, feeling that Wen Nuan cared too much about Song Xing and was jealous about it, he still needed proof for everything, so he asked, “Where is the evidence?”
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang shook his head. “There is no evidence.”
“This…” Wen Nuan was stunned. There was no evidence to say that Song Xing did it. How unreasonable.
“But,” said the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang, “gossip is a fearful thing.”
No one saw how Classmate Cao died. Even the female student ghost only saw a dark figure coming out of the library, and then saw the body of Classmate Cao. According to what she said, she did not see the black shadow killing Classmate Cao.
The person involved, the deceased Classmate Cao, who should have been familiar with the whole process, was currently unstable and confused. He didn’t even know the fact that he was dead.
No one knew what exactly happened at the scene, but there was already a rumor circulating around school.
It was Song Xing who killed Classmate Cao.
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang said, “Song Xing and Classmate Cao have always been at odds. It seems that many classmates and teachers in the school know this.”
Classmate Cao robbed Fan Haiyi, and then asked some hooligans to target Song Xing. The grudge between the two people was indeed very complicated. Song Xing once reported this to his teacher, but was shut down by Classmate Cao. Instead, Song Xing turned into a bad boy who made up lies.
Many people said that Song Xing’s family was in a difficult situation, so he was jealous of Classmate Cao’s family’s wealth. The two of them had long disliked each other.
As such, this became Song Xing’s motive for killing Classmate Cao.
The eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang added. “Around noon yesterday, someone saw Classmate Cao talking to Song Xing. Classmate Cao asked Song Xing to meet in the library on the sixth floor. I didn’t know what he wanted to talk about.”
“Meet in the library?” Wen Nuan narrowed his eyes.
I see…
Classmate Cao died in the library. Before his death, he made an appointment with Song Xing to meet in the library, and was overheard by classmates who were passing by. Therefore, Song Xing was even more suspected of murder.
Wen Nuan thought for a moment and said, “But even so, I don’t believe that Song Xing is the murderer.”
Baili Wuchang said, “Let’s go to the school and have a look.”
“Yes, let’s go.” Wen Nuan promptly nodded.
Like last time, Wen Nuan departed the Hell Chain Hotel with the two invisible Baili Wuchangs and went straight to the school.
There was a death just yesterday, so today the school was a bit depressed. Everyone passing by was in a hurry and talked in whispers. Most of them were discussing how Classmate Cao died.
“It seems that Song Xing killed him.”
“Really? I did think that Song Xing’s personality was particularly scary. He’s so gloomy and dejected.”
“Oh my god, I seemed to have seen Song Xing in class just now. Why didn’t the police arrest him?”
Just as Wen Nuan stepped into the school gate, he heard many people saying bad things about Song Xing.
Wen Nuan was a little angry. Before the truth was confirmed, people were already speculating the worst. Sure enough, as the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang said, gossip was a fearful thing…
The classmates were whispering quietly, and suddenly, they were all startled. They hurriedly took several steps back and hid around the corner.
Wen Nuan looked back and saw someone walking out of the classroom building. Who else could it be besides the very Song Xing they were talking about?
Those people were afraid that Song Xing would see them and that Song Xing would target them, avoiding him like snakes and scorpions.
Song Xing walked out with his head lowered. There were a few taller students passing by him. When they walked over, they bumped into Song Xing’s shoulder on purpose, almost knocking him down.
“Oops, sorry I bumped into you.”
“If you don’t apologize quickly, Song Xing might get bitter and kill you!”
“Hey, I’m so scared.”
The classmates walked over laughing and joking eccentrically.
Song Xing never looked at them, as if he didn’t hear what they said.
Seeing such a scene, Wen Nuan’s face turned red with anger. If only he wasn’t three or four years old now, or else he would definitely go and beat those people up.
When Baili Wuchang saw Wen Nuan’s expression, he raised his hand and waved it gently.
The taller student who had bumped into Song Xing suddenly felt his feet tilt, and his laughter stopped abruptly. He fell to the ground and broke his glasses
Wen Nuan was startled, glancing at Baili Wuchang.
“Song Xing!”
At this moment, a sharp female voice came from the classroom building, and Wen Nuan’s aunt walked out as she called to Song Xing.
Song Xing stopped, with no expression on his face.
Wen Nuan’s aunt stood in front of Song Xing with a very ugly expression and said, “Song Xing, the teachers already told you, it’s not too late for you to tell the truth. More than one classmate saw that Classmate Cao invited you to the library on the sixth floor to meet. Are you still planning to deny it?”
When Song Xing faced the way his teacher looked at him like a convict, he didn’t seem to have any too many grievances. He was already used to being treated like this.
Song Xing said in a low voice, “I didn’t go.”
“What did you say? You are still making excuses.” Wen Nuan’s aunt’s voice rose a little higher.
Song Xing said firmly: “Classmate Cao did ask me to go to the library on the sixth floor to find him, but I didn’t go there at that time. I didn’t go to the library to see Classmate Cao at all.”
“You…” When Wen Nuan’s aunt saw that he insisted on not changing his words, she flushed angrily and said, “Song Xing, I have never seen a child who is so good at lying like you. If you do this, terrible things will happen in the future. If you don’t admit it now, you will be in trouble later. The police will also find out. Let me tell you, if you keep lying, the school will punish you. You have also seen what a bad influence you have brought to the school now. The school is already considering whether to forcibly expel you from school.”
Song Xing’s face was pale. He was already in his third year of high school, and would take the college entrance examination soon. Although many people said that the college entrance examination was not the only way forward, for people like Song Xing, the college entrance examination was probably the only way.
If he dropped out of school now, everything would be over.
Song Xing’s body was trembling a little, and he clutched the corners of his clothes tightly. “I was never there. What does Teacher want to force me to admit?”
“Song Xing! What are you saying?!” Wen Nuan’s aunt shouted sharply.
“Teacher!”
Someone ran over in a hurry. It was Fan Haiyi.
Fan Haiyi looked anxious and panicked. Standing next to Song Xing, he looked like he was about to cry, and his voice was wobbly as he said, “T…Teacher, no, it’s not like that, actually…”
Wen Nuan’s aunt waved her hand and said, “Haiyi, stop speaking up for him. Such people are not worthy of having friends. Such people should be isolated.”
“No!” Fan Haiyi was very anxious and stammered, “Actually, when Classmate Cao came to find Song Xing, I—I was also there, and I heard him. But! But, Song Xing really didn’t go after that. I can vouch for him!”
“What did you say?” Wen Nuan’s aunt looked at him in disbelief and said, “Haiyi, do you know what you’re talking about? If you testify for him, you will be an accomplice.”
“No,” Fan Haiyi panicked with sweat rolling down his forehead, but he persisted. “It’s really not Song Xing, Song Xing and I were always together. After Classmate Cao came to find Song Xing, I wanted Song Xing to help me with the exam worksheets, and we kept talking together. Later, a long time passed and I saw that it was already past the time that Classmate Cao made an appointment with Song Xing, so Song Xing didn’t go back. He really hadn’t been to the library. I really can testify.”
Wen Nuan’s aunt looked unhappy when she heard that. She said reluctantly, “Haiyi, if you still remember anything else, or feel that you have remembered it wrong, you can come to the teachers at any time, or you can also go to the police.”
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
“How hateful…”
Wen Nuan felt like his head was smoking with anger. He knew what his aunt was thinking. Such a thing happened in the school, and it was even in her class. The school was under a lot of pressure, and his aunt, as the homeroom teacher, was under a lot of pressure, so his aunt wanted to quickly find the “murderer” to put an end to the incident. If the murderer was Song Xing, everyone would be happy. His aunt didn’t like Song Xing at all.
Suddenly, Wen Nuan felt that he might be much luckier than Song Xing.
Although Wen Nuan also had an unhappy childhood, later on, he endured and everything was over.
But Song Xing did not. In the normal world Wen Nuan knew, Song Xing completely disappeared, disappearing during such a gray school life.
Song Xing would die soon. He knew it was related to school violence, but he didn’t know how he died. Wen Nuan felt that maybe Song Xing’s death was related to many people, including his aunt.
Wen Nuan clenched his little fists, staring at his aunt’s departing figure. “Such a person is not worthy of being a teacher.”
Just now Baili Wuchang had already taught one classmate a lesson, and now the eighteen-years-ago Baili Wuchang piped up, “I’ll help you teach her a lesson.”
Wen Nuan said with a stern face, “I have a good idea. I think I can do it by myself. Don’t interfere, just watch.”
After Wen Nuan finished speaking, he ran away.
Sometimes I wonder how tense sorts of people get their teaching license