CHAPTER 1098: CHAPTER 1098: FENG TIAN (4)

But later, I heard that one year in the class he led, his biological son was also in it. However, after just getting into college, he fell severely ill and passed away. He couldn’t cope with the blow and took a three-year break. When he returned, he never took on graduating students again, only teaching first-year classes every year.

Ruan Jiaojiao wasn’t sure if this was true, as it was just hearsay. Whenever Mr. Wu encountered her at school, he always greeted her with a warm smile, seeming nothing like someone who had lost a child in middle age.

When the four of them reached the edge of the platform, a few other students had just completed reporting, and followed their luggage-carrying parents to the dormitory.

"Mr. Wu."

Mr. Wu looked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Ruan Jiaojiao and the others, and smiled broadly: "You’ve come, come in."

In recent years, several students from the school have gone to university, and every single one of them has some connection to the Ruan Family, which has become a source of pride whenever a class has someone from the Ruan Family.

Mr. Wu accepted three from the Ruan Family at once, naturally feeling happy, especially because of Xiu Xi, who is highly sought after by many. Now, along with Ruan Jiaojiao, he’s been assigned to his class. Thinking of the days ahead when his class will win awards effortlessly, he couldn’t help but smile broadly, feeling exceedingly pleased.

He handed the roster over: "Here, sign this."

Ruan Jiaojiao took the pen he offered and looked at his eyes smiling into a narrow slit, pursing her lips slightly. She couldn’t help but feel like a few words were missing after "sign this"... It oddly seemed like they were signing a contract of servitude.

Six years ago, Ruan Jiaojiao started practicing calligraphy with Xiu Xi. Though still young, her handwriting has become notably beautiful, carrying the unique grace and strength of a girl. Mr. Wu stood by, stroking his chin as he watched her write her name, nodding in praise: "Jiaojiao’s handwriting is truly lovely, have you practiced brush writing?"

"Yes, I have," Ruan Jiaojiao replied. During elementary school, she practiced casually, but after visiting Old Master Shu in junior high, she began to take it seriously.

"Very good," Mr. Wu kept nodding, considering that at this age, few students have the patience to practice big characters, admiring Ruan Jiaojiao’s diligence at such a young age.

Once Ruan Jiaojiao finished writing, she handed it to Feng Tian. Feng Tian had transferred because her parents moved their business. She performed well at her previous school. While searching for her name on the roster, she discovered Yang Men’s name and quietly pursed her lips, obviously not expecting to encounter this annoying name even after transferring.

Ruan Jiaojiao was right next to her and just happened to notice the lip pursing, feeling curious but not immediately asking. Instead, after she finished writing, she helped pass the pen to Xiu Xi.

As Xiu Xi wrote his name, Mr. Wu watched attentively, and after seeing it, regarded Xiu Xi with some complexity. One’s handwriting often reflects one’s personality, and Xiu Xi’s handwriting was much like himself, cold and flamboyant with an indescribable intensity.

In recent years, there have been too many rumors about Xiu Xi. When it became known he’d be advancing, several first-year homeroom teachers vied for him. He had long lost interest, but never expected he’d be sent to Mr. Wu’s class along with Ruan Jiaojiao.

Looking at Xiu Xi’s handwriting and his aura, Mr. Wu felt a quiet surprise.