Chapter 84

Old Song brought Tong Yan to his office in silence. On Old Song’s face, Tong Yan saw a cold frost. What does this mean? Could it be about me and Rao Rao...

Once they reached the office, Old Song sat down himself without inviting Tong Yan to sit. He left Tong Yan standing for a while before saying with a tone of disappointment, "I told you before, during high school, don't always think about love. You don't have a solid foundation for love now, and all your romantic feelings are like castles in the air. It's better to focus your energy on your studies. Why don't you listen?"

It's over, it's really over. He really knows about it. How can I face Old Song in the future! It was already winter, but sweat was pouring down Tong Yan's forehead. He couldn't say a word, just lowered his head, waiting for Old Song's criticism. Although he and Song Rao had never even held hands, Tong Yan had already decided that Song Rao was his girlfriend. This was a fact in his heart, so he was willing to bear any punishment that came with it.

Seeing Tong Yan's good attitude, Song Xiancheng began to speak in a gentle tone, "I understand the principle that a gentleman admires a virtuous lady, but it seems she isn't interested in you. The love letter you wrote, she handed it to her homeroom teacher. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone it was you, but you can't have such thoughts anymore."

"What love letter?" Tong Yan was confused. He didn't remember ever writing a love letter to Song Rao.

"Don't play dumb. I thought you would confess, but you're still playing games with me!" Song Xiancheng's feelings were complicated. He thought Tong Yan had a crush on his daughter, but then he found out that Tong Yan had written a love letter to a girl in Class 3. He thought he would be relieved that Tong Yan liked another girl, but why did he feel a sense of disappointment that the boy didn't appreciate his daughter?

"I'm not playing dumb. Is there some misunderstanding here?" Could someone else have written a love letter to Rao Rao and Old Song is blaming it on me? Tong Yan couldn't help but think.

"Am I accusing you falsely!" Old Song took out a fragrant piece of letter paper from his drawer, "Look, is this your writing?"

The letter didn't have a name, but Song Xiancheng had a unique ability to recognize handwriting. He could identify Duan Hou's altered handwriting, and today he could recognize Tong Yan's. His handwriting wasn't particularly beautiful, but it was sharp, with elongated vertical strokes and sharp hooks. Plus, his unique writing style made it easy for Song Xiancheng to recognize it as Tong Yan's when he saw the love letter in the hands of the Class 3 homeroom teacher.

"Meeting you was in the colorful summer, that year you were sixteen, and I was sixteen. The colors weren't because of the season, but because I met you..."

Alright, no need to read further. Tong Yan admitted it was his writing. He always thought he lacked the talent for writing love letters and was better suited for writing stories. But he couldn't resist Zheng Jing's persistent pleading, saying, "You write novels and earn royalties, how can you not write a love letter? Just do this favor for a friend."

So, at Zheng Jing's insistence, Tong Yan spent a big break writing this love letter for him, intended for Jiang Xin in Class 3. She was the prettiest girl in Class 3, a bit cold and proud, like a lower-end version of Ye Qingzhu.

But Tong Yan clearly remembered that he made Zheng Jing copy it himself, not to use the original, to avoid any misunderstandings. But it still ended up being misunderstood.

If it were before, Tong Yan would have taken the blame for Zheng Jing. Old Song didn't like Zheng Jing much, and the same incident would have different consequences for him and Zheng Jing. If Old Song knew the love letter was written by Zheng Jing, he would have it tough.

But times have changed. With his relationship with Song Rao, if he admitted it now, when he eventually got together with Song Rao and had to meet Old Song, what would Old Song think? Would he see him as a frivolous and overly emotional person, someone not reliable or worthy of entrusting his daughter to?

No, he can't admit it!

"I admit, this letter is mine," Tong Yan continued, "but it's a short story, a micro-story!"

A micro-story? Old Song's lips twitched. Are you kidding me!

"This is just a writing exercise. I often write short pieces. After I finished this, I don't know where it went. It turns out it was here. Teacher, can I take it back?"

"Put it down!" Old Song glared, "Do you write exercises in your notebook, or on such fancy letter paper? How did your exercise end up in a girl's textbook in Class 3? Explain!"

"I don't know. I swear to heaven, I really have no feelings for Jiang Xin! Not at all!" He really had feelings for Song Rao! Tong Yan wished he could rip out his heart to show Old Song how red it was.

Song Xiancheng took the letter, "Do I know a Jiang Xin? Is her name on this letter?"

Tong Yan's heart was racing. How could he be so careless!

"Teacher, I was wrong. This is indeed a love letter, but I promise, I really, really have no feelings for Jiang Xin!" Now, Old Song wasn't just a teacher to Tong Yan, but a potential father-in-law. He couldn't let him misunderstand, "I wrote it for someone else. I didn't expect he would use my original without copying it."

Song Xiancheng stared into Tong Yan's eyes for a few seconds. Tong Yan didn't flinch, looking straight and honest. Given his understanding of Tong Yan, he was already half-convinced, "Then tell me, who did you write it for?"

This put Tong Yan in a difficult position. Zheng Jing was actually a good person. He kept Tong Yan's relationship with Song Rao and his novel writing a secret. Selling him out was something Tong Yan couldn't do.

"Teacher, I think the final exams are coming up. If you punish him now, it will affect his performance. A poor score is a small matter, but it will lower the average score of Class 2, which is a bigger issue."

"Who could lower the class average, Dong Mian?"

Old Song's imagination left Tong Yan speechless, "No, no, he doesn't have that kind of thought. It's someone else. I think who it is isn't important. You just want to guide him back on the right path. I'll take care of it. I'll tell him that Jiang Xin isn't interested and that she handed his love letter to the teacher. He'll definitely give up. If he doesn't, and continues to harass her, I'll tell you his name."

Old Song understood the brotherhood among boys. If it were known that he had reported a classmate, he wouldn't be able to mix with the boys in Class 2 anymore. Standing up to his authority without confessing was a sign of manly responsibility.

"You can go." Old Song waved Tong Yan away.

As soon as Tong Yan left, the Class 3 class president, Qin Cong, walked in and said to Old Song, "Teacher Song, Teacher Wang is asking you to come to the group meeting."

"Okay, I'll be right there." Old Song took the love letter, planning to return it to Teacher Wang and say he didn't recognize the handwriting.

Qin Cong saw the love letter and looked at Tong Yan, who had just left. He thought to himself, "Jiang Xin, you're really stupid!"

[PS: Thank you to Shanghua Pin Yu, clovely, Xiao Xiao Shu Tong, Meng Hui Jian Ting, Lu Han Tian He, 18991899, Xuan Bai, Wei Xiaoliu, Jiulong Island Wang Mo, Zhou Hao, Yi Xiao Ji Duo Chou, Lao Mao Shao Ji, Shuyou 140615144600145, and Ai Han for your support. Congratulations to Meng Hui Jian Ting for becoming the first patron of the book, and to Lu Han Tian He for becoming an officer. I will definitely write well and not let you down. Just because it's a niche, doesn't mean it can't shine!]