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<h2 style="text-align: left;">Chapter 80: Only One Person In This Life</h2>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255 <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">this translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too. A slender figure appeared at the door of the classroom, with black hair pulled up high, wearing a white sleeveless chiffon skirt with pink and white lotus root arms, and a black patent leather belt with the width of a thumb around her waist, looking intellectual and elegant. She paused, glanced at the people beside the podium, and smiled slightly. "Teacher Qi." Lu Zhiqiao stepped forward steadily and nodded lightly at the woman. The cold fragrance came to her, first it is a cold citrus smell, little by little, very slowly, it gradually becomes rich, but it smells neither greasy nor choking. Afterwards, the deep sandalwood fragrance spread out, intertwined and mixed, cold with a little teasing smell, it was very intoxicating. The scene seemed familiar at this moment. Qi Yan froze for a moment, then sniffed lightly, trying to catch that rich and layered aroma, but she couldn't find it anymore. No matter how she smells it, it is different from the smell at that moment just now. Artemis, her "Goddess of the Hunt". Hunted her down. Lu Zhiqiao looked at the sign-in sheet, picked up the pen and bent over to sign, without waiting for Qi Yan's reaction, reached out and took a report card in front of her, blinked, and glanced down. "Teacher, what are you talking about? It's discriminatory to arrange seats based on grades. Give my son a chance to sit in front, he may do well with the exam." The middle-aged man clutched his report card and chattered, with quite a posture of not giving in to the teacher. Of course, he contradicted himself. The first half of the sentence accuses that ranking seats based on grades is discrimination, and the second half of the sentence, he demands for his son to sit in the front, so that a virtuous cycle can be achieved if the son passes the exam. Subconsciously, he still agrees with this method. Obviously, arranging seats according to grades is not discrimination, but it is "discrimination" that his son did not sit in the front row. The eyes of the parents all focused on Qi Yan.Qi Yan sneered in her heart, pulled out the midterm exam report card from her mobile phone, showed him a glance, and said unhurriedly: "Cai Wen ranked 31st in the midterm exam, and there are sixteen students behind him.  There are sixteen vacancies in the classroom, most of which are concentrated in the first row and the last two rows. Among them, the 35th, 38th, 39th, 42nd and 45th students all chose the first row, and Cai Wen had already chosen the last one before they chose. Why do you think this is?" The man was momentarily speechless, perhaps feeling unwilling, and retorted, "Sitting in the last row all the time, he must have been accompanied by bad companions and  invited him to sit in the back. So a teacher is needed to make adjustments. The children will definitely listen to you. How can you not adjust it?" "Then what do you think is the right arrangement? According to height?" Qi Yan asked patiently. The parents began to whisper, while Lu Zhiqiao watched, her eyes darkening. She leaned slightly in front of Qi Yan and looked at the man, saying, "I think ranking by grades is quite good. It's fair to speak based on strength. Not all children sitting behind are bad. Your stereotype itself is discrimination. If you arrange them by height, what did that tall student do wrong? Sitting behind for three years?" As soon as this remark came out, other parents echoed: "That's right, my son is so tall, does he always have to sit in the back?" "It's not just one exam. My daughter sat in the second-to-last row last semester. After passing the exam this semester, she will sit in the third row. Isn't that normal?" "A child who is willing to learn is willing to learn wherever he sits. If he doesn't want to learn, you can put him on the edge of the podium, and he will still draw villains in class..." Listening to other parents' discussion, the middle-aged man's face turned blue and white, and he hesitated to argue: "What I mean is to make a mobile arrangement." "Examination results are fluid. Either progress or regress, or stand still, and you have to find the child's own reasons." "Hey, that's the reason." With the help of other parents, Qi Yan didn't speak any more, her eyes glanced over Lu Zhiqiao's face inadvertently, just as Lu Zhiqiao also looked over, and their eyes collided, tiny sparks burst out, each other's faces reflected on each other's eyes, just for a moment. As if in tacit understanding, the two quickly looked away again. Qi Yan looked down at her phone and turned off the report card, while Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyes and continued to look at the report card, finding her daughter's name. This time Niu Niu scored 80 points in the math test, which is a bit better than last time. Chinese and English are still stable, and the overall ranking has risen from 19 to 17, which is not bad. With a gratified smile on the corner of her mouth, she sat in the third row of the middle group, facing the podium. The man returned to his seat resentfully, and the parents discussed for a while, and as the number of people increased, he also sat down. …. Last year, during the first parent-teacher meeting, Lu Zhiqiao looked down at the report card the whole time, not daring to look at Qi Yan for even half a second. This year, at the last parent-teacher meeting, Lu Zhiqiao kept her head up, staring at the figure on the podium without squinting, with a smile on her lips. Qi Yan could feel her undisguised gaze, and her heart was beating wildly like a hare, so she couldn't help being distracted. There seems to be a reversal between them. In the past, when she teased and flirted with Lu Zhiqiao wantonly, she only felt that she was coquettish and lustful, and she enjoyed the initiative very much. Now that Lu Zhiqiao's eyes were a little more straightforward, she panicked and lost her mind. The cold expression on her face was on the verge of tearing apart. It turns out that the taste of being passive is so wonderful. That night Lu Zhiqiao was a gentle and a quiet wife, today Lu Zhiqiao is a cold and capable sister. No matter how it changes, she is the one she loves. Whether active or passive, she cannot extricate herself. How could she control her heart from beating wildly? Towards the end, Qi Yan simply announced that she would no longer teach next semester, and said some polite words. Several parents who are usually active in the group asked the reason one after another, but she didn't answer, just vague and perfunctory words. Parents left one after another, and the classroom soon became empty. Qi Yan stood on the podium to sort things out, with the broken hair gently brushing on her forehead, she raised her hand to stroke it, and from the corner of her eye, she saw that the person below hadn't left, so she slowed down her movements. But there are not many things, no matter how slow she is, she will finish packing, and she eventually has to leave. The venomous sunlight slanted in, and the electric fan whirred, blowing away the dryness in the air. Lu Zhiqiao looked at the person on the podium and hesitated whether to leave directly or take this opportunity to say a few words. They are currently in a cool-off period and do not disturb each other. She can't figure out what Qi Yan is thinking, but... Just as she was struggling, she saw Qi Yan holding something and turning around to leave. Lu Zhiqiao's heart tightened, she didn't care much, and hurriedly got up to catch up: "Qi Yan." The woman stopped and turned her head. Their eyes met, but no one spoke. Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyes and glanced at the dismissal letter in Qi Yan's arms. She was startled, and before she had time to speak, she heard Qi Yan take the initiative to say, "I have to take this to the principal to get it stamped." She rolled her eyes with a calm expression. "Let's go." Lu Zhiqiao smiled lightly, "I'll accompany you." Qiao Qiao is so beautiful today! The white dress is clear and cold, which suits her very well. Her hair is rarely tied up high, revealing a thin white and smooth neck. She has light makeup and elegant red lips and white teeth. Her tear mole at the end of her eyes is as charming as black pearls. She is full of fragrance and intoxicating. "No need." Qi Yan looked away from her face, paused, and said, "Thank you just now." "Mm?" "For speaking for me." The smile on the corner of Lu Zhiqiao's mouth froze for two seconds and deepened. Suddenly, she leaned over and said softly, "Don't be so polite." The sultry cold fragrance rushed over, Qi Yan clenched her palms tightly, her cheeks turned a little hot from the heat, and her breathing became deep and long. She pursed her lips, frowned and said, "Ms. Lu, there are cameras in the classroom, please pay attention." As soon as the words fell, a hand stretched out. Qi Yan held her breath. This woman... Is this really that Lu Zhiqiao who was soft at the first kiss? What does she want to do? Lu Zhiqiao brushed Qi Yan's hair with her hand, felt a soft, smooth touch with her fingertips, brushed it lightly, and said with a smile: "There is dust, I'll brush it off for you." In the next second, Qi Yan pushed her away and left the classroom quickly. The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away. Lu Zhiqiao walked to the door of the classroom and watched Qi Yan's back disappear at the corner of the stairs, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and the disappointment flashed away. She sighed, but didn't follow, her eyes turned to the corridor, startled, and suddenly found that her daughter who was waiting outside just now was gone. She quickly took out her cell phone to make a call. Her daughter said that she is on the second floor, outside the classroom of 2 - 5. After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiqiao went down to the second floor, turned left, and saw her daughter and Yan Shuyao standing in the corridor chatting. The parent-teacher meeting in Class 5 was not over yet. There were a few students standing scattered outside the corridor, and two little girls were shoulder to shoulder. Yan Shuyao is tall and slender, with a maroon curly ponytail, her profile is like a perfect sculpture, her head to body proportion is just right, and her legs are very long. Her lips moved slightly, and she turned her head to smile at Lu Wei, like a delicate flower standing tall in midsummer. And Lu Wei, looking up at her slightly, smiled foolishly. As she got closer, Lu Zhiqiao was about to call her daughter, when she suddenly saw Yan Shuyao took out a candy from her pocket, carefully peeled off the paper, and brought it to her daughter's mouth to feed her. "..." A strange thought flashed through Lu Zhiqiao's mind, but before she could catch it, she stepped forward, "Niu Niu, why did you run downstairs?" The two little girls turned their heads and looked over at the same time. "Mom." Lu Wei had candy in her mouth, her voice was muffled, "Sister Yaoyao said she brought some candy for me to eat." "..." <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Good girl, a piece of candy tricked you away. Lu Zhiqiao had no choice but to think, fortunately she was a senior and not some human trafficker outside, otherwise she wouldn't know where to cry right now. At ordinary times, she reminds and reminds all kinds of precautions. Her child is also very vigilant outside. She has been at school alone for many years without incident. "Hello, Auntie." Yan Shuyao greeted with a smile, her dark blue eyes bent into crescents. Lu Zhiqiao nodded with a smile, the surprise in her eyes could not be concealed. This little girl looks like a mixed race, with deep and delicate facial features, especially her eyes are really beautiful, dark blue, the proportion of her pupils is larger than the white of the eyes, lively and energetic, full of stars and seas. She likes good-looking eyes, like appreciating artworks. For example, Qi Yan, when she was in the bar, she immediately remembered those brown amber eyes and was taken away. A candy with a milky white wrapper was stretched out in one hand, and the girl's crunchy voice rang in her ears: "Auntie, this candy is delicious, try it." Lu Zhiqiao suddenly came back to her senses, glanced down, and took it politely, "Thank you." There was no text on the wrapping paper, just a few silver lines. She peeled it off and ate it into her mouth with dignity. A sour, sweet and milky taste spread on the tip of her tongue. It was a bit like lactic acid bacteria, but the taste was very sweet. It is indeed delicious. "Sister Yaoyao, I still want to eat." Lu Wei pouted. Yan Shuyao raised her eyebrows, smiled, lowered her head and took out a large jar from her bag, stuffed it into her hand, and said boldly: "It's all for you, if it's not enough, I still have some at home, but you have to come over and play to have something to eat  .” "Okay!" Little Lu fool was full of sweets, so she agreed without thinking. The jar made of transparent glass is filled with candies one by one, as if they were poured out and then refilled. Lu Zhiqiao watched from the side, and that strange thought appeared again. Before she could think about it, the door of the Class 5 classroom opened, parents came out one after another, and the three turned their heads together. Among the crowd, a woman wearing a white blouse and black trousers was particularly eye-catching. She was about the same height as Lu Zhiqiao. She looked to be in her early thirties, with mild eyebrows and a tie in front of her body that looked like a uniform, but she couldn't see it. "Yaoyao." She walked to Yan Shuyao, saw Lu Zhiqiao and Lu Wei, thought they were classmates and parents, nodded politely and smiled, and then looked at the child again, "I will not come back from abroad at night, you and Aunt Lin eat together, don't play games until too late." As she spoke, she handed the transcript and handbook to Yan Shuyao. "Okay, I'm in a hurry, I'll go first." Yan Shuyao waved her hand with no expression on her face. The woman walked towards the stairs without looking back, her steps were hurried, and her figure disappeared at the stairs after a while. During the fighting incident before, Yan Shuyao's parents didn't come. Lu Zhiqiao wondered what kind of parents could raise such a bold child. Now that she saw her mother, she felt different from what she imagined. She stared in that direction in a daze, and it took a while to recover. "My mother is a pilot and she is very busy. I am used to her flying around every day." Yan Shuyao explained in a low voice, her dark blue eyes filled with indifference. Lu Zhiqiao was taken aback, she didn't expect her to explain, and she faintly saw a little disappointment through those eyes. She suddenly remembered that she was usually very busy and had no time to take care of her daughter, which was exactly the same as Yan Shuyao's situation. She felt a little distressed immediately, and her eyes became softer: "Where do you live? I'll take you back together along the way." "No, I'll just take a taxi." Yan Shuyao smiled and shook her head. When Lu Wei heard this, she frowned, and held her arm with her lips pursed, "It's okay, Sister Yaoyao, you can go with us, my mom is very good at driving, I promise to take you home safely." Lu Zhiqiao paused, a strange feeling flashed in her heart. She is good at driving? In July, the high temperature scorched the earth, and the whole city was as hot as a furnace. After getting back the file, Qi Yan officially bid farewell to her teaching career and is completely free. She was calm from the beginning to the end, without any regrets, and even felt a sense of relief the day she got the file back, like a fish returning to the water, like a bird rushing to the blue sky, and even her breathing was brisk. Ms. Lin originally planned to go out for a family of three, but because of the company's busy affairs, she had to temporarily adjust the plan and make another arrangement.  So Qi Yan's time was free. She lay dead at home for a whole week. Wake up and eat, eat and sleep, read books, play games, or write something, take some gadgets, and study various delicacies when she is bored. And miss Lu Zhiqiao. Everyday, she spies Lu Zhiqiao's Moments, the frequency of that person's post becomes significantly higher, and the content is quite rich. Like, when she took their daughter to have a big meal, watch a good movie, and share some interesting things about work. And lots of selfies. Strange, she never posted, selfie. Some are in pajamas, some during her daily commute, some are in the car, in the office, with light makeup, plain makeup, heavy makeup, everything that one expects to find. Qi Yan secretly saved these photos, transferred them to the computer, and created an exclusive folder named "Feng Chen"*. *Fengchen/ Seal dust, a Chinese term, originally means to seal something that has existed for a long time, and it also means that it has not been used for a long time, and the surface is covered with dust. She only looked at all the photos at that time, and would never look at it a second time. If missing is a raging flood, then she would personally build a dam to intercept the flow. Only by keeping calm and rational, can she think and examine the past, present and future of herself and Lu Zhiqiao. At the age of thirty or so, without the impulsiveness and passion of youth, she has to consider many aspects in everything she does, especially emotionally. Ever since she read that document, she has fallen into confusion, as if she has reacquainted with another person named Lu Zhiqiao, who is completely different from the previous one, and she has glimpsed deeper things through the appearance. At this point, she suddenly understood how much she took what she had done for granted. She just approached and pursued it based on intuition, and she didn't understand it at all. It's not her fault, nor Lu Zhiqiao's. It is precisely because their personalities are very different from each other and their experiences are opposite, the collision ignited fierce sparks. After all, she will never like someone who looks like herself, like looking in a mirror. These sparks are burning passions, and explosives that can consume them. Passion can't last long, she needs to explore again, if she goes out and comes back, and if the love in her heart is still there, then she will only recognize one person in this life. …. On July 13th, it was a sunny and hot day. The siena model team chartered a flight to Island Y in Southeast Asia and arrived at the airport at 4:32 p.m. The sky on the island is blue and dust-free, as if it has been washed, the air is a bit stuffy, with a warm wind blowing head-on, but it doesn't feel like being roasted by fire in Jiangcheng. A group of people came out of the airport, got on the bus, and went to the hotel first. Single room, sea view room, you can create the illusion of being washed away by the waves at any time by opening the window. Qi Yan got into the room, couldn't wait to close the door, leaned against the door and rested for a while, gasping for breath, and let out a long sigh when she heard the movement next door disappear. Jiang Yu lived next door to her. She doesn't know who arranged it, but she was surprised to see the woman's reaction. It should not be intentional, and she can't be disgusted. There is a banquet tonight, and she has to have dinner with the sponsors. Now that time is running out, Qi Yan has no time to think about it. She went into the bathroom, washed her face, touched up her makeup, and came out to change into her evening dress. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">—— tok tok tok There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" She stopped opening the box, got up and went to open the door. Eighty percent of her guess tells her it's Jiang Yu. The door opened slowly, and a familiar face appeared in sight, Qi Yan froze. <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author's Note: "Your wife has been delivered, please sign for it"~ Source: jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255Raw: love4baihe blogspot com  <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/05/ch-79-there-are-always-teachers-who.html" style="font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><<PREV</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/there-are-always-teachers-who-want-to.html" style="font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">TOC</a> |  <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/03/index.html" style="font-size: medium; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">INDEX</a> | <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com/2023/05/ch-81-there-are-always-teachers-who.html">NEXT>></a>

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