CHAPTER 847: CHAPTER 499 SUSPICION

During evening self-study, the class teacher came by twice. Out of respect for his lingering authority, the classroom became very quiet.

In the midst of the silence, Yang Sheng pulled out her headphones and put them on. The only downside was that after cutting her hair short, it was no longer easy to hide the headphones as before.

The melody of light music blossomed in her ears, weakening her connection with the outside world.

She picked up a pen and started working on chemistry problems.

In the middle and rear rows, Tang Jing asked her deskmate Meng Zi Yun, "Have you seen my earphones?"

Meng Zi Yun: "Nope."

Tang Jing searched through the desk hole, looking puzzled: "They were there yesterday, how come they’re gone now?"

Meng Zi Yun suddenly thought of something: "Did you forget to take them back home last night?"

Only then did Tang Jing realize.

The 5th class she used to be in was very strange; sometimes things placed in the desk hole mysteriously disappeared the next day. Back then, many students in the class cursed and collectively cursed the thief.

During that period, Tang Jing suspected everyone she saw to be a thief.

She thought she’d be far away from thieves once she transferred to the 8th class, but could it be that the thief transferred along with her?

In an instant, Tang Jing’s mind came up with some suspects: Meng Zi Yun, Cao Kun, Shang Caiwei...

Soon after, she felt it was unlikely, eliminating good friends first, and Shang Caiwei was even less likely. She had been desk mates with Shang Caiwei before, and there was no suspicious behavior.

Could the thief be in the 8th class?

She was utterly confused, feeling like she was seeing a thief in everyone due to residual trauma from previous events.

...

After Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong left, their seats became vacant, making the southern part of the classroom feel noticeably emptier.

At the rear desk, Chen Siyu lay there idly, feeling somewhat empty and a bit lost.

When Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong were around, she didn’t feel anything special, but now that they were gone, Chen Siyu realized a lot of interesting things were missing.

’If only my sister were here,’ Chen Siyu wistfully hoped.

What a pity.

Geng Lu had just finished a drawing and put down her pencil, noticing her deskmate’s boredom.

High school life is sometimes very intense, as if every minute must be used efficiently, to gain an extra point and step over hundreds or thousands in the college entrance exam.

However, for current high school students, it is often boring too, like detesting certain teachers’ lessons and just wanting to endure them quickly, or during long evening self-study sessions, only wanting to go home early to sleep.

Geng Lu brushed off the pencil gray from the A4 paper, showing the image to Chen Siyu.

Chen Siyu leaned over and saw on the sketch paper a man in ancient style clothing.

His inky hair flew wildly; he was in the snowy field, caressing his sword. With rich details, she could distinctly see a carefree smile at the corner of the man’s mouth.

Chen Siyu was stunned: "It’s so beautiful!"

She had thought that Geng Lu only drew those old-fashioned cups or realistic sketch portraits, and hadn’t expected her to create such artworks, completely resembling the ones she admired online.

Geng Lu: "There are even better ones!"

At home, she had half the wall covered with similar artworks.

Chen Siyu looked again and again and suddenly said: "Why do I find he looks like someone?"

Geng Lu was first startled, then felt a bit guilty.

Inside she mused: ’Is Chen Siyu really that smart?’

Geng Lu felt an ominous sense of having her secret discovered, worried that further scrutiny might reveal her secret.

Thus, she calmly put away the A4 paper and changed the subject: "You must be seeing it wrong."

Chen Siyu: "Oh, maybe I’ve mistaken."

Geng Lu noticed that Chen Siyu was quite perceptive, so she decided to avoid showing too much in front of her in the future, lest it be deduced.

Chen Siyu didn’t delve into the matter; she wasn’t one to overthink, and curiously:

"Are you planning to sell this drawing online?"

Due to Zhang Chi’s deliberate promotion, many in the 8th class knew Geng Lu made money by taking drawing commissions online.

Geng Lu never denied this.

Geng Lu: "I’m not selling this one."

Chen Siyu thought Geng Lu was quite talented, not the old-fashioned art student she imagined, but like the online artist she admired, so she viewed her through a filter of admiration.

Originally, Chen Siyu hung out more with Bai Yuxia and Yang Sheng and wasn’t very familiar with Geng Lu. With the topic of drawing as a bridge, they quickly started chatting.

The two mutually overestimated girls quickly found common ground.

Geng Lu was curious about her and asked: "Do you resemble your dad more, or your mom?"

Chen Siyu: "My mom."

Geng Lu expressed wonder, at a school with so many people, only they were twins—quite a rarity.

Chen Siyu said that her parents knew each other since childhood, childhood sweethearts.

Unfortunately, she did not have a childhood sweetheart.

Geng Lu commented that her relationship with her sister was better than being childhood sweethearts by a thousandfold.

Chen Siyu agreed wholeheartedly.

Geng Lu said: "My parents weren’t childhood sweethearts, but they were especially fated; in those days, many marriages were arranged."

"Indeed, not many dated," Chen Siyu confirmed.

Geng Lu excitedly continued: "When matchmakers brought marriage proposals to my dad, there were several matchmakers. Coincidentally, all the people they introduced to my dad were my mom!

"That is to say, all the matchmakers thought my mom was very suitable for my dad!"

Talking about this, Geng Lu was animated and full of interest.

Chen Siyu nodded: "Such a great fate!"

She asked about the outcome: "So did your parents end up getting married?"

Upon hearing this, Geng Lu was puzzled for a moment: "Uh, what did you say?"

...

Meanwhile.

River dam.

Jiang Ning ate rather quickly. After finishing his meal, he moved a small stool to the doorway to sit.

The sky was completely dark and the countryside’s outdoors was serene and peaceful, gazing forward, the moonlight seemed to flow through the fields.