Chapter 100

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

In the classroom, the seat that originally belonged to Luobin had been taken by someone else.

Occasionally, when Qin Lang looked at the seat in front of the classroom, he would momentarily lose focus, as if he could still sense Luobin's presence there.

The person was gone, and Qin Lang should have chosen to forget, but for some reason, the memories of the past became increasingly vivid because of Luobin's departure. The strange feelings grew more intense.

It's only when you lose something that you learn to cherish it.

Perhaps there was some truth to this saying.

Jiang Xueqing often appeared before Qin Lang, and he could feel her concern. However, Qin Lang had no intention of accepting another relationship, even though it seemed to be within reach. Still, Zhao Kan reminded Qin Lang that someone was pursuing Jiang Xueqing closely, urging him not to miss the opportunity, but Qin Lang was indifferent.

"Qin Lang, please come to the principal's office."

Just before class, Sun Bo came to Qin Lang's seat, worried that this guy might oppose him again, so he used the word "please." If Qin Lang didn't go, Sun Bo would likely be scolded by the principal.

"Alright, I'll go." Since Sun Bo was so polite, Qin Lang didn't plan to argue. As the saying goes, "One doesn't hit a smiling face," which is exactly what this means.

For many students at No. 7 High School, many had spent years there without ever stepping into the principal's office. Even for major matters like expelling students, the principal didn't need to handle them personally.

The principal's office was on the fifth floor of the classroom building, in the middle office. The fifth floor was the top floor of the building. In China, there is a saying of "Nine Five Supreme," so the position on the fifth floor was naturally the most prestigious. The middle room naturally belonged to the leaders. Of course, these were just unwritten rules, and if someone were to interview, the official stance would never acknowledge them.

The principal's office was grand, with many photos in the corridor representing the glorious history of No. 7 High School. One photo had just been posted, which was of Luobin. She looked very beautiful and aloof in the photo, giving a strong sense of distance. Below the photo, it read, "Harvard student Luobin."

After a brief pause, Qin Lang knocked on the door of the principal's office.

The principal of No. 7 High School was named Wang Zhixiu, a woman in her forties, wearing glasses, giving a very intellectual and elegant impression.

However, Qin Lang's attention was not on the principal but on the woman sitting on the sofa in the principal's office. This woman exuded an air of nobility and had a slight resemblance to Luobin. Qin Lang recognized this woman; she was Luobin's mother.

"Are you Qin Lang?" Wang Zhixiu said to Qin Lang with a gentle smile, "This is my superior, the director of the provincial education department, Song Wenru."

"Principal Wang, I'm not here today to inspect the work. If it's convenient, please let me speak to this student alone," Luobin's mother, Song Wenru, said calmly, but her tone left no room for refusal.

Wang Zhixiu nodded, left the office, and closed the door behind her.

Song Wenru stood up, came to Qin Lang, and said calmly, "You are Qin Lang?"

Qin Lang nodded.

Song Wenru suddenly raised her hand and slapped Qin Lang hard. Such a close and unexpected slap should have been hard to avoid, but Qin Lang simply leaned back, easily dodging it without moving his feet at all!

This was the benefit of a stable foundation.

Song Wenru, not expecting Qin Lang to dodge, slapped him again with her other hand, but Qin Lang still easily avoided it.

"Director Song, I'm not a kindergarten kid anymore. Not just anyone can slap me now," Qin Lang said, reaching out and grabbing Song Wenru's wrist like an iron clamp, making her unable to move.

However, thinking that this woman was Luobin's mother, Qin Lang let go of her wrist.

"You... you... are you the little brat from over a decade ago?" Song Wenru suddenly remembered something, thinking that no wonder this kid's face was so detestable to her. Over a decade ago, when her daughter was in kindergarten, she saw a little boy dare to kiss her daughter's lips. Song Wenru immediately rushed into the kindergarten and slapped the little boy, then took her daughter away from that kindergarten.

Song Wenru never expected that over a decade later, this kid would reappear before Luobin, and at such a critical time when Luobin was about to study at Harvard. Truly... a curse!

"That's right, I'm that little brat," Qin Lang said calmly, "Over a decade ago, you slapped me because I was young. But now, it's different. No one can slap me now!"

"Is that so?" Song Wenru said disdainfully, "I just need to say one word, and you won't be able to study at No. 7 High School! Even in the entire Pingchuan Province, you won't be able to study!"

"Director Song, you really have a lot of power," Qin Lang said without moving, "But Director Song, you're so busy. You didn't come here today just to slap me, did you?"

"Fine, I don't want to waste words with you," Song Wenru said coldly, "Three days ago, did you send a bouquet of flowers to our house for Xiaobing?"

"Flowers?" Qin Lang frowned, "I didn't send her any flowers!"

"You're still lying!" Song Wenru said angrily, taking out a card from her wallet and throwing it at Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang reached out, and the card was caught between his two fingers. The card indeed had the words "Gift from Qin Lang," but the handwriting was clearly not his. Qin Lang had been forced to practice calligraphy by the old poison master, and his signature was always elegant and flowing, never this sloppy.

"Got nothing to say?" Song Wenru snorted.

"This isn't my handwriting, and I didn't send the flowers," Qin Lang said calmly, "Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

"You—never mind, I didn't want to bother with such a small matter. But because of the flowers you sent, Xiaobing's mood was affected, and she suddenly fell ill these past two days. She's already in the hospital—"

"What! Luobin is sick!" Qin Lang exclaimed, "Which hospital is she in? I want to see her!"

"There's no need!" Song Wenru said coldly, "What you need to do now is cut off all contact with her, whether by phone, internet, or mobile. I don't want you to be a stumbling block to her future and her studies. If you hadn't sent the flowers, affecting her mood, she wouldn't have fallen ill!"

"You... please let me see her. I know medicine, and I can cure her. Please believe me," Qin Lang said humbly, willing to endure for Luobin's sake.

"No need!" Song Wenru said firmly, "My daughter will receive the best treatment! You won't get anywhere near her! I came here today to ensure you don't influence my daughter's mood or her treatment in any way. In my view, you are a virus! This childish early romance is a root of disaster... In short, I won't let you near my daughter!"

With that, Song Wenru turned and left.