Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

Xie Wang's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated, breaking the quiet and warm atmosphere between the two.

The screen lights up, displaying a WeChat message.

The sender's profile picture is a cartoon cat wearing a police uniform, and the note reads: "[Officer Wang Nan]".

Xie Wang picked up his phone and swiped the screen.

[Wang Nan]: [Xiao Xie, how's the injury on your arm?]

[Wang Nan]: [There's something else I need to tell you... Although I really don't want to admit it, that Liu Qiang had very solid paperwork up his sleeve.]

Upon seeing this, Xie Wang's eyes darkened slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

[Wang Nan]: [But don't worry, I'm not one to be trifled with. Although he's out of jail, I've already applied for him to be placed under separate security surveillance. If he dares to show his face again, or does anything inappropriate, I'll definitely put him back in jail immediately.]

[Wang Nan]: The police are handling things outside. Your task now is to study hard, even if it's just so you can change these injustices in the future. Go for it!

As Xie Wang looked at these lines of text, the frost in his eyes melted a little.

In this murky quagmire where power and money intertwine, there are always people like Wang Nan who strive to light even the smallest, most insignificant lamp.

Xie Wang moved his finger and replied:

[X]: [The injury is fine, it's already scabbed over. Thank you, Sister Nan, we believe in you.]

"Whose message?"

Su Qinghe leaned closer, resting her chin gently on his shoulder, her gaze fixed on the phone screen.

Xie Wang casually tilted his phone slightly towards her:

"Officer Wang. She said that although the person who was following her was released by the higher-ups, she is still keeping an eye on him."

Su Qinghe looked at the text on the screen, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly:

"She's a good policewoman."

"Yes." Xie Wang put away his phone, turned his head to look at Su Qinghe's face so close to his, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "There is still a sense of justice in this world, so Teacher Su, we should also listen to the police officers... oh no, the police officers, and study hard and make progress every day."

Su Qinghe was amused by him and reached out to poke his cheek:

"Then why aren't you leaving? Go home and study."

……

Having learned from yesterday's chaotic lateness and Director Yan's arrest, the two tacitly agreed not to stay up late that night.

After returning to the music room at the top of the hill, we said goodnight to each other, and before 11 p.m., both lights were turned off.

[6:50 AM the next morning · Classroom of Senior Three (1)]

The campus was still shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist in the early morning, and the air was filled with the moisture of dew and the fragrance of osmanthus.

The classroom door of Class 1, Grade 12 was pushed open.

There was no one inside.

Xie Wang and Su Qinghe walked in one after the other.

Looking at the empty classroom, the two exchanged a glance and saw a hint of amusement in each other's eyes.

"It seems we're a bit too early."

Xie Wang threw his schoolbag on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing at the clock above the blackboard—there were still forty minutes before morning reading began.

"Yesterday I was the last in the class, today I'm the first."

Su Qinghe walked to the window, opened it to let in fresh air, and looked back at Xie Wang. The morning light shone on her face, making her look exceptionally gentle.

Xie Wang leaned back lazily in his chair, watching her silhouette in the morning light, feeling great:

"As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter whether I'm early or late."

Su Qinghe rolled her eyes at him, sat back down, and took out her English book.

"Hurry up and memorize vocabulary; I haven't finished that cloze test I missed yesterday."

Despite saying that, she still took a carton of warm milk out of her bag and placed it on Xie Wang's desk.

……

Not long after, the front door of the classroom was pushed open again.

A petite figure peeked in furtively.

It is Xu You.

She carried her schoolbag and carefully held an insulated bag in her arms. When she saw that only Xie Wang and Su Qinghe were in the classroom, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief and then walked in quickly with a flushed face.

"Good morning... good morning, Su Su, Xie Wang."

Xu You greeted them quietly and returned to her seat.

She first tidied up her books, then secretly glanced at the door to make sure no one was there, before quickly stuffing the insulated bag into Shen Hao's desk drawer.

That was the braised pork bun that she had gotten up early in the morning to queue up for, which was Shen Hao's favorite. She had even wrapped it in two layers of insulated bags, just in case it got cold.

Just as she finished stuffing it in, and patted her chest with a long sigh of relief like a naughty little hamster—

"Good morning, Youyou!"

Shen Hao's loud voice rang out from the doorway.

Xu You was so startled that she almost jumped off her chair.

Shen Hao burst into the classroom, sweating profusely and carrying a basketball. His eyes lit up the moment he saw Xu You, and he rushed over like a golden retriever seeing its owner.

"You're here so early today?"

"Mmm...mmm." Xu You blushed, pointed to his desk drawer, and said in a voice barely audible, "Um...eat it while it's hot."

Shen Hao was taken aback, reached out and touched the warm insulated bag.

Upon opening it, a wonderful aroma filled the air.

"Holy crap! A meat bun! And it's still hot!"

Shen Hao was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. In front of the two "legends" in the back row, he shouted without any restraint:

"You're so kind, Youyou! This is like a lifesaver!"

Xie Wang, resting his chin on his hand, watched this scene from behind, couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, and kicked Su Qinghe's stool:

"It seems our class has done a good job in providing logistical support."

Just then.

"Breaking news! Breaking news!"

The classroom front door was kicked open with a bang.

Lin Lu, carrying that pink backpack, rushed in like a whirlwind, her face filled with the extreme excitement of having obtained the first juiciest gossip.

Before she could even put down her schoolbag, she rushed to Su Qinghe and Xie Wang's table, bracing herself on the table with both hands, her eyes wide like saucers:

"Have you heard?! We're getting a new student in our class!"

"A new classmate?" Su Qinghe looked up, somewhat puzzled. "Can you transfer schools in your final year of high school?"

Generally speaking, top-tier high schools do not accept transfer students in their senior year, as they not only fall behind the pace but also negatively impact the class atmosphere.

"Yeah! And he's... a bit strange!"

Lin Lu tossed her schoolbag onto the table, lowered her voice, and gave a mysterious look:

"I overheard it when I passed by Lao Li's office! I heard it was a guy who transferred from Beijing, but he was... expelled!"

"Being asked to leave?" Xie Wang raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

"And he's... how should I put it, he's quite good-looking, but in a sickly way. He has very fair skin, and his hair is messy and unkempt, making him look like he hasn't woken up yet."

"The most outrageous thing is that I just brushed past him in the office, and he wasn't looking where he was going or who I was looking at. He was just staring intently at a dead fly on the windowsill, muttering something to himself..."

Lin Lu mimicked that light and airy tone, repeating the sentence:

"Whether it's a grave or a bed, they are essentially boxes made of wood."

"Listen to this! Reciting this kind of poetry so early in the morning, has this person gone crazy from reading too much?"

Xie Wang: "..."

Su Qinghe: "..."

The two exchanged a glance.