Chapter 260: False dreams, doubts, and denials.

Between the violent ringing of his eardrums, Zhu Shoucheng thought, this must be a nightmare.

...... real nightmare.

Another nightmare with Chi Xiaochi.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain how his intimate conversations with Chi Xiaochi in his dreams could have been recorded and played in public.

When he realized this, his whole body relaxed strangely.

As the murmur of voices grew louder and louder, more and more teachers came to inquire about the situation near the broadcasting room, surrounding the veteran gold medalist in the center in silence.

Facing the gaze of Mr. Li in the broadcasting room, Zhu Shoucheng gave a dry laugh, took a step backward, and turned his head to look at the familiar face of his colleague.

The strange and unfamiliar gazes were like glue poured over his head, splashing him in the face, and the sense of shame burned like sulfuric acid against Zhu Shoucheng's cheeks, wanting to sizzle a layer of skin off his face.

The feeling was so real that Zhu Shoucheng laughed strangely, spread his arms wide and faced the source of the nasty recording, put on a fearless demeanor, and exclaimed, "Okay, once isn't enough, twice isn't enough, give me a third time, right?"

Teachers present were bluffed by his half-crazy appearance, each looking at each other, a big waisted male teacher with the master in charge of school equipment debugging nonchalantly squeezed through the blocked doorway Zhu Shoucheng , into the broadcasting room: "What the heck is this playing? Let the children hear the words!"

Li teacher palpitatingly glanced at Zhu Shoucheng whose eyes were red , sweating profusely said, "I don't know, the equipment suddenly went out of control ......"

During the emergency repairs, the filthy sound continued in stereo 3D surround, and already classroom teachers folded back into their classrooms and hurriedly organized students to leave the classroom and temporarily go to the playground for shelter.

However, the loudspeakers for the eye exercises were connected to classrooms all over the school, and the voices that loomed out of each classroom, ghost-like, echoed around the campus in the daytime.

Already some students recognized whose voice was on the radio.

Students at this age can never hide anything, and as soon as they find out, they immediately spread small talk.

However, no matter how the outside world discusses, Zhu Shoucheng himself has gradually calmed down.

After two experiences, Zhu Shoucheng is unlikely to be afraid of a third.

He looked contemptuously askance at the young elementary schoolteachers who were pointing at him, reminding himself over and over again that he couldn't afford to lose any more to illusions.

If he's composed enough, he can take control of his dreams and wake up from his own bed ......

While Zhu Shoucheng was repeatedly convincing himself, the vice-principal, with a sullen face, hurried over.

When Zhu Shoucheng stood in front of the broadcasting room like nothing was wrong, a few hints of anger blossomed on the vice principal's pale face, but more than that, he was still incredulous.

...... Zhu Shoucheng is the signature teacher of their school, the second oldest in qualification, the third in line on the list of gold medal teachers at the entrance of the school, which can be regarded as one of the faces of the whole middle school, how could he do such a disgusting thing to his child?

The vice-principal was too late to reprimand him, first asking the debugger when the equipment could be repaired, and when he got a vague "I'll take another look," he was already a little angry, and when he turned his head and saw Zhu Shoucheng's forcibly unconcerned face, he looked a little more chilly, and he even dispensed with the courtesies: "Come to my office."

Zhu Shoucheng decided not to listen to this dream NPC's dispatch, "I'm not going."

The Vice Principal's fire rose steeply, "What do you mean 'not going'?"

Zhu Shoucheng remained silent, a silence that undoubtedly enraged the vice-principal even more.

He pointed to the speaker in the nearest classroom, his fingers trembling with anger, "Don't tell me you really did this rotten thing?!"

"Yes." Since he knew that he was in a dream, what did Zhu Shoucheng have that he didn't dare to admit, "So what if it's me?"

The people around them all burst out in unison, and even the vice-principal didn't come back to his senses for a moment.

How dare he ...... just admit it? And as if he had done something honorable and deserved?

Hearing the young teachers behind him stifle their broken curses, the vice principal endured and endured, and finally, for the sake of the school's face, he turned his head to the two male teachers who taught the second year and said, "Mr. Hou, Mr. Chen, invite Mr. Zhu into my office."

Zhu Shoucheng didn't resist when faced with those two tall and black-faced postmen.

He didn't want to be beaten in his dreams even if he wasn't afraid of them.

As he walked through the crowd, he saw a circle of surprised and hateful gazes, and Zhu Shoucheng was so pained that he wanted to scream out.

I didn't realize that it was so good to have a secret picked out in public!

Secrets in his heart heavy pressure for many years, almost to cover into a carbuncle, now steeply get to see the light of day, he was depressed for a long time in the window of the heart of a breeze, soothing to the viscera and limbs and bones, feel like the next second you can fly.

He walked through the crowd with his head held high, as if he were a general on honorable parade.

After inviting Zhu Shoucheng into the vice principal's office, the two men discussed the matter and determined that the other party did not have any classes for the last two periods in the morning, so in order to avoid Zhu Shoucheng's escape, they simply stood in the office and guarded him.

Zhu Shoucheng also changed from the usual gentle and polite, sashayed to the vice principal's office chair and sat down, relaxing the spirit, Prime waiting to wake up from the dream.

However, as time went on, the office was still the same and the guards were still the same two guards.

Zhu Shoucheng originally dry sweat glands, and began to tearfully outward secretion of hot sweat that makes the body itchy.

Is ...... this dream overgrown?

......

Before afternoon classes, Chi Xiaochi, who has already started school in tandem with the public middle school where Zhu Shoucheng teaches, warms up her books in her seat while her tablemates nibble on their pencils next to her, studying the practice problems assigned by her math teacher in the morning and reportedly to be covered in the afternoon.

After studying the table for a while and realizing that he couldn't work it out, he turned his big head towards Chi Xiaochi and hinted, "Tablemate, develop a bit of communist internationalism."

Chi Xiaochi doesn't look up, "Pick D."

The same table said angrily, "Choose your big head D. You choose D for the function question. you didn't listen to me at all, you don't have me in your fucking heart at all."

Chi Xiaochi was just about to speak when the homeroom teacher stood in the doorway with an extremely bad look on her face, "...... Xiaochi, come out for a moment."

The table gloats, "Oooh, a great way to start the school year."

Chi Xiaochi didn't say a word and slapped his filled exercise book backhandedly into his face.

Two minutes later, the homeroom teacher and Chi Xiaochi are looking at each other in the cramped office.

And the homeroom teacher is holding a recording in his hand, handed to him by a classmate who graduated from the same teacher training college as him and teaches in the public junior high school next door, who came to school at lunch today.

The classmate's exact words were, "The teachers of our school's math group met urgently today, and they all remembered that before the holidays, Mr. Zhu refused several requests for remedial lessons from the parents of several students, saying that he wanted to give remedial lessons to a neighbor's child named ' Xiaochi '. I've heard you talk about it, there's a student in your class with extraordinarily extreme parents called ...... Chi Xiaochi, isn't it."

The homeroom teacher's face was green and white, completely at a loss as to how to face Chi Xiaochi's frank and clear eyes.

He pulled the stool for Chi Xiaochi and politely asked him to sit down, "Xiaochi, where did you ...... go on your summer vacation? What did you do?"

Chi Xiaochi righteously said, "Do your homework at home."

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the homeroom teacher was anxious to see him in such a serious state, half-smiling, but could only hold her tongue and ask in a gradual manner, "And then what? Besides writing homework?"

"Followed my brother for tutoring, ice skating, movies, ice, billiards, game halls, haunted houses, and two days of out-of-town travel to see the Yellow Crane Tower and eat hot dry noodles ......"

After a long, rambling count, Chi Xiaochi cut to the chase, "Ah, yes, and also spent some time tutoring with Mr. Zhu, the teacher next door."

The class teacher's heart fell heavily downward, his body could not help but lean forward, his expression added a few points of anxiety, "He did ...... cough to you, what did you do?"

Chi Xiaochi looked puzzled, but obediently counted, "Mr. Zhu took me fishing, ate grilled fish, took me home for tutoring, and treated me to green bean lollipops."

The more the homeroom teacher heard, the whiter her face became, "Did he do anything else to you?"

Surprisingly to the homeroom teacher, Chi Xiaochi shook her head and said crisply, "No."

"...... no?"

The classroom teacher remembers the unpleasant recording he received, and after listening to it with trepidation, he literally almost threw up.

Suspecting that Chi Xiaochi was too young to understand what had been done to him, he changed his expression several times and finally made up his mind to ask.

The homeroom teacher softened her voice, "Xiaochi, be honest with your teacher, did Mr. Zhu do something ...... not quite right to you?"

Chi Xiaochi wondered, "What is 'something not quite right'?"

The homeroom teacher was so anxious that she almost stomped her feet, and with a heartbeat, she asked in rapid succession, "Did he touch any hidden parts of your body? Ever invited you into his bedroom? Ever ...... kissed or hugged you?"

Chi Xiaochi blinked and gave the exact same answer as earlier, "No."

Where did the class teacher talk to her students about such personal matters, her face turned red and she patiently coaxed, "Xiaochi, no matter what Mr. Zhu threatened you with, there's no way for him to hurt you now. You can tell your teacher the truth, there's no need to be afraid."

Chi Xiaochi, however, smiled brightly, "Teacher, Mr. Zhu didn't do anything to me. I tutored with him for half a month, and then Mr. Zhu fell ill and was hospitalized, so I didn't go to his house anymore."

The homeroom teacher was skeptical: "Really?"

Chi Xiaochi nodded, "Yeah. But thankfully he's sick."

The homeroom teacher's heart that had just dropped tightened again in an instant, "What?"

Chi Xiaochi lowered her voice and assumed the posture of telling a small secret to a trusted elder, "Teacher, I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else ah. Mr. Zhu is always saying strange things to me, and it makes me very uncomfortable to listen to them, in fact, I wanted to pretend to be sick and not go, but it turned out that Mr. Zhu himself got sick ......"

"Strange words?"

"Uh-huh." Chi Xiaochi dug around in his pocket, fished out a tape recorder and sold his teammates with a straight face, "My mom told me to record every time I go to Mr. Zhu's house so that I can come back and revise. I felt that Teacher Zhu sometimes treated me strangely, but I didn't dare to tell my mom about it, so I took the recording to my neighbor's brother to listen to it. After listening to it, my brother said that he told me not to get close to Mr. Zhu again, and also told me not to tell just anyone about it. ...... He said a bunch of things that I didn't really understand."

The class teacher looked at Chi Xiaochi's appearance, indeed does not seem to have been hurt, secretly relieved, but also took the tape recorder he handed over, intending to send to his classmates to listen to it, looking for clues.

After putting the recorder away, the homeroom teacher couldn't help but ask him, "Why didn't your brother let you tell anyone?"

Chi Xiaochi eyes suddenly surfaced some strange emotions, and his teenage youthful and tender face does not match, as if the blade of the previous life once again cut through the heart.

But soon the hint of incongruity disappeared from his face.

Chi Xiaochi leaned back and licked her lips, "...... Because no one will believe me at all."

Once it was determined that the victim was not Chi Xiaochi, the classroom teacher was not completely reassured.

This means that the real victims have yet to be found.

In contrast, Zhu Shoucheng's coworkers are really burnt out.

With the audio in hand and playing it over and over again, after double-checking, the teachers are again disputing what the victim's name is, except for the fact that they are certain that one of the protagonists is Zhu Shoucheng.

Zhu Shoucheng read the child's name, the tone and light and ambiguous, do not know is Xiaochi, Xiao Chi, Xiao Shi, Xiao Zhi, or Xiao Zhi, and Zhu Shoucheng swept away in the morning when caught in the bag of the attitude of indifference, refused to admit a word, only to hide in the vice-principal's office does not come out, angry at some of the blood of the teachers want to pull out of the pinch to beat him.

In any case, the date of the recording is unknown, and the specific victim is even more unknown; it could even be any of the boys Zhu Shoucheng taught.

That unjustifiably damaged device wasn't fixed until after the third period bell rang. And one lunch period was more than enough time for the students to parrot this new school occurrence to their parents.

Several parents had already accompanied their children to school before the afternoon session, asking seriously what had happened and why the indecent audio related to the teacher and their child had been played.

The classroom teachers pallidly explained a few things and finally managed to coax the questioning parents away first.

However, what comes around always comes around.

Early the next morning, the road outside the school was blocked directly by parents who had spent the night exchanging information with each other in a state of extreme anger.