Global Film Emperor

Chapter 447 Who doesn't want to take care of themselves?
"Teacher Zhang, what's wrong with you lately... You seem downcast, is something the matter?"

The female teacher next door couldn't help but chime in again. The reason was that recently, after class, she would always lie silently on her desk after returning to the office. When others tried to talk to her, she didn't talk as much as before. This gave the female teacher a bad feeling, and the news about married men deceiving young girls gradually came to mind.

"It's nothing, I'm fine..."

She buried her head in her arms, not forgetting to use a cow-patterned pillow as a cushion, and answered in a muffled voice. This state made the female teacher even more worried, so she walked over and reached out to touch her forehead.

She felt a little feverish, but she wasn't sure if it was because her hands were cold or because she had been covering her head with her arms for too long. In any case, the female teacher clicked her tongue in concern and gently lifted her head, which she had hidden, with a kind of motherly care.

"Come, let me see."

A soft body part pressed against her forehead, and the sound of breathing she heard confirmed that it was the female teacher's cheek. Then, she learned why she felt weak and powerless today.

"You have a fever."

"Really? No wonder I feel a bit unwell today."

She didn't want to talk the past two days, and today she's too tired to talk. She had planned to go back to her dorm to take her temperature during her lunch break, but she was discovered as soon as she tried to rest.

Do you have a cough? Do you have a runny nose?

"nothing."

Okay, wait a moment, I'll go to the clinic to get you some medicine.

"Hey, Sister Zhang."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell elsewhere?"

"never mind……"

She wanted to call out to the female teacher, but for some reason, she suddenly stopped. Her hand was suddenly raised, but she quietly lowered it again, burying her head in her arms, listening to Sister Zhang place the hot water on her table.

Before long, Sister Zhang returned with a thermometer and medicine. She was as compliant as a fawn, opening her arms and waiting for Sister Zhang's hand to slip inside her sweater and stop under her armpit. She had a ticklish spot, and when touched, she involuntarily flinched. The warm armpit touched the cold thermometer again, and she shivered.

"Hold it tight. Hmm, the water temperature is just right. Take your medicine quickly. It's been windy these past few days, and it's easy to catch a cold. I'll get you some clothes in a bit. Put on some warm clothes before you go out, and even if you sweat, don't take them off."

Sister Zhang is getting on in years and can't withstand the cold. While the young people are still wearing jackets, she put on her down jacket early on. The office was still warm enough, so she took off her jacket and gently covered the little deer with it.

The medicine that Sister Zhang brought had no sugar coating and the pills were quite large. Since she has a small throat, she had to bite the pills in half to swallow them, which made them even more bitter. Holding her water glass, she frowned, tilted her head back, and swallowed the medicine with a gulp. She let out a long sigh and then weakly said thank you.

"Could you tell Sister Zhang what's wrong?"

A cold is one thing, and so is low mood. The two are related and do not conflict. Sister Zhang could sense her disappointment, which was definitely not caused by a cold.

"nothing……"

Did he bully you?

This time, Sister Zhang decided to get to the bottom of things. Out of kindness and care for this young colleague who was only a few years older than her child, she wanted to know the inside story and whether it was the same as what she thought. Even if her thoughts were somewhat negative, if it was true, she absolutely couldn't let Teacher Zhang suffer in silence.

"No la."

"Why don't you talk to Sister Zhang about it? When it comes to relationships, you should ask someone with experience for advice. Talk to me, I've been through it all, maybe I can give you some inspiration, what do you say?" Hearing Sister Zhang's words, she hesitated a little, slowly sat up straight, picked up the water glass that was always in place with both hands, and quietly took a sip.

“He didn’t bully me… He’s always been very nice to me, he just… doesn’t have any feelings for me.”

Has he ever kissed you or hugged you before?

Seeing her shake her head, Sister Zhang knew the result. If they had kissed, hugged, or even slept together, and the man still said he had no feelings for her, then he had met a real scumbag. But he hadn't done anything, and everything was kept within the bounds of propriety. So the problem naturally lay with her; it was just wishful thinking on her part.

“He’s a good person. He doesn’t mind that I’m blind. He won’t play games with me like other people do. I can tell that, so I like him a lot. It’s not entirely because he knows a lot.”

As Sister Zhang was pondering what to say next, she suddenly revealed her opinion about the man to Sister Zhang. Sister Zhang glanced at her eyes and saw no tears, indicating that she was not aggrieved and had no resentment towards the man.

“When he rejected me, he kept saying that he couldn’t take care of me, so I was very sad, but also very grateful to him, because he didn’t reject me because he looked down on me. So… even if we can’t be together, I’m still very happy. He treats me like a normal person. Sister Zhang, it’s been a long time since anyone has treated me like a normal person…”

"Well... he's quite good."

For some reason, or perhaps it was only natural, Sister Zhang praised Lu Ze. Even though she had never met him, from his description, Sister Zhang had roughly sketched out an image of a gentle man in her mind.

Perhaps he was obese, or perhaps he was ugly, or perhaps he had some kind of physical disability like the other people in the school. Otherwise, she really didn't know what kind of person would understand and affirm a blind girl so much.

Because, in all her life, Sister Zhang had never met such a warm-hearted person.

"Yeah! He's a really nice person, but he always lies to me. He gives me juice but tells me it's water. Because of that, every time I drink it, it tastes especially sweet, like a surprise waiting for me, or maybe it's warmth. I believe everything he says, but I just don't believe that he likes me. I expected that a long time ago, after all, no one likes someone who can't even take care of himself. But what can I do? I just like him."

"Xiao Zhang..."

Sister Zhang looked at her exposed prosthetic leg. Even though Teacher Zhang couldn't see it, she still felt uncomfortable and quickly covered her trouser leg again. She understood this feeling because something similar had happened to her before.

"So I planned to express my thoughts quietly, but I didn't expect him to be able to read Braille. Well, it's good that he rejected me so decisively. It put my mind at ease, and I can continue teaching as before. That's good."

"It's too much to think like that..."

"But I don't want it to be like this either. Who doesn't want to live independently? I want to see what the outside world is like, just like other girls! I want to get to know him normally..."

The outburst that struck a certain point was unexpected for Sister Zhang, yet it was also quite reasonable. She was a delicate girl, but that didn't mean she didn't have a strong desire for color, just like when she was young, she longed to run wildly across an endless wheat field.

"I'm sorry, Sister Zhang..."

"It's okay, you get some sleep, I'll go get you some clothes."

After calming her down and getting her to lie on the table to sleep, Sister Zhang changed into the light jacket she usually wore to class, hurried downstairs, passed the dormitory building, and headed straight for the beer house, only to find that the door was locked.

"Where could a person go in broad daylight?"

She looked closely at the roller shutter door, but there was no contact number or address left on it. She could only stand at the door and ask, puzzled.

"..."

(End of this chapter)