Chapter Eighty: Difficult to Refuse a Generous Sentiment

  "It's class notes, not a laptop." Teacher Han rubbed his head and thought for a moment, fearing that he wouldn't be taken seriously again, so he intentionally doubled the value of the class notes: "As for its value... it's such a thick stack, I estimate over 20 yuan."

  "Please hold on for a moment." The receiver transmitted a beautiful piece of music. Mr. Han patiently waited for a long time, and the music finally stopped. Then came the sweet voice of the operator: "Mr. Han, according to the information you provided, I have submitted it to the relevant management department, and the reply is that neither the loss caused nor the suspect's motive can constitute grounds for complaint, so we cannot accept your complaint. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

  Mr. Han was stunned for a moment, then started to blow up, the other end of the phone seemed to have anticipated Mr. Han's reaction, he hadn't had time to speak, the customer service's sweet and greasy voice had already come over: "Mr. Han, thank you for your call, my customer service number is 1785," and then the phone was hung up.

  "1785, 1785, okay, I remember." Teacher Han was about to go crazy. Isn't snatching a classroom notebook considered robbery? Although the small notebook isn't worth much money, it contains the heart and soul of so many teachers and students. No way, can't give up easily. As long as there's perseverance, it will definitely attract attention. Just now, I didn't find the key point, it seems that casting a wide net is wasting time. Need to directly find a department with weight and standing on the side of the masses. He filtered through the phone numbers on the white paper again, finally leaving only the phone number of the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission.

  "Hello, is this the Discipline Inspection Committee? I want to make a complaint." As soon as the manual service was connected, Mr. Han said eagerly.

  "Please speak." The phone was answered by a male customer service representative, who did not ask for his name and ID number this time.

  Mr. Han took a deep breath and began to recount the events, starting from how the social youth had robbed the high school student's notebook in the campus, all the way to Li Section Chief intentionally covering up his superior's son, and then to the Provincial Public Security Department and Education Department not taking any action. The operator did not interrupt him at all during this time, only the sound of keyboard typing could be heard, apparently recording what Mr. Han was saying.

  "Alright, we will arrange for our staff to investigate the situation you have reflected. We will give you a reply within 15 working days. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

  "That's it... nothing more." Mr. Han said so much in one breath, his excited emotions still hadn't calmed down yet, he really couldn't think that it would be so smooth, the other side didn't even mention a single question about the value of class notes.

  "Alright, thank you for your call," said the operator before hanging up the phone.

  "Yes." Teacher Han clenched his fist and waved it: "Pang Guang, you wait, soon you will be kicked out."

  Pang Guang returned home with a stack of classroom notes on his back when the lights were already shining brightly. Suddenly, his nose itched: "Achoo... Achoo..." He rubbed his nose: "Who the hell is scolding me?"

  Luo Li looked at him with concern: "Pang Guang, are you catching a cold?"

  "No big deal, just an itchy nose." Pang Guang said, tossing a thick stack of notes into the room.

  "Hey, why didn't you answer your phone? I was worried sick! Your dad's not home, hurry up and wash your hands for dinner!"

  "Have you called me?" Pang Guang had been thinking about how to deal with such a thick stack of notes, and he was so distracted that he didn't notice if his phone had rung. When Luo Lixiang mentioned it, he vaguely took out his phone and found that there were eight missed calls, one from Zhang Xiaoting, three from the home landline, and the remaining four were all from Liu Xiao.

  Pang Guang's gaze was fixed on Zhang Xiaoting's unconnected call, rubbing his head and thinking: "She has become a big star, recently popular like the sun in the sky, how did she suddenly have time to find me?"

  After dinner, Pang Guang immediately hid in his room and dialed Zhang Xiaoting's phone number. Zhang Xiaoting answered quickly.

  "Xiao Ting, did you call me? I didn't hear it at that time," said Pang Guang.

  "Ah, why are you calling now? You... have been okay lately, right?" Zhang Xiaoting looked at the naked Zhao Hankui with a glance, accompanied by a slight tremble in her voice, speaking lazily and weakly.

  "It's neither good nor bad, it's just a daze every day." Pang Guang continued: "You're really popular lately, I can see your big head posters everywhere, one more beautiful than the other, I almost don't dare to believe my eyes."

  "Really, I finally succeeded." Zhang Xiaoting smiled faintly: "You're happy for me, aren't you?"

  "Congratulations, Xiaoting, you finally got what you wanted." Pang Guang felt increasingly estranged from Zhang Xiaoting, unable to share in her joy as if there was an unbridgeable gap between them. This feeling stemmed from a deep-seated resistance within him that he couldn't overcome. Perhaps they had lost common ground or had become people living in different worlds, leading separate lives. Despite the distance, Pang Guang still cared deeply for Zhang Xiaoting, whose place in his heart was firmly rooted. Her every move, word, and smile stirred his nerves, yet all this remained hidden deep within him.

  "Thank you!" Zhang Xiaoting sweetly replied with a sentence, and then said: "Do you have time on Saturday? Want to invite you to dinner together."

  "There should be, no school on Saturday," said Pang Guang.

  "Alright, it's settled then. Let's meet at the revolving restaurant of the Rich Hotel on Saturday night. Don't forget to bring Lin Junyun along!"

  "Lin Junyun?" Pang Guang thought to himself, why did you invite me to dinner and bring her along? We're not even familiar with each other. Who knows if she'll go or not? After thinking for a moment, Pang Guang asked: "Why call her? Who knows if she'll agree to go."

  "It's more lively with more people, she is your fiancée, I know you must have a way." Zhang Xiaoting's voice was sweet: "I haven't seen her for a long time, I miss her so much."

  "Alright, I'll ask her later," said Pang Guang.

  "Alright, it's settled then. I'm hanging up now." Zhang Xiaoting's voice suddenly became very gentle: "Pang Guang, I love you to death, bye."

  "What?" Pang Guang hadn't heard clearly, was stunned for a moment, and when he listened again, Zhang Xiaoting had already hung up.

  "Ah…… Director Zhao, please be gentle……" Zhang Xiaoting had just put the phone down on one corner of the bed when her buttocks suddenly felt a sharp pain. She turned around to see Zhao Hankui grinning at her, and she trembled as she asked: "I did everything according to your instructions, why are you still pinching me?"

  Zhao Hankui pinched Zhang Xiaoting's buttocks again: "Pinching you is a reward for you, you're doing great, ah...... Hahaha! That damned Pang Guang really knows how to pick the time, let's continue, how can we let such an exciting thing stop?"

  After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoting's eyes drooped in despair. This dead pervert's constant tricks had ravaged her body and mind, leaving her self-esteem in tatters. She really didn't know how much longer she could hold on, or if she could make a name for herself before collapsing. The only thing she knew was that once she took this step, there was no turning back. Her contract with Shuguang Arts Management Company still had half a year left, which meant that as long as she could hold on for another six months, she could escape Zhao Hanquan's control. No matter what, she had to get through these six months; otherwise, everything she had done so far would be in vain.

  Pang Guang's mind was in a daze as he opened the door and walked towards Lin Junyun's room.

  "What? Zhang Xiaoting invited you to dinner at the Rich Hotel?" Lin Junyun was reading a book, after hearing Pang Guang's words, he immediately threw the book onto the pillow, his dark and deep eyes like a gentle black night: "You're really not bad, this old acquaintance of yours has become a big star, but still remembers you, this worthless little rascal."

  "Trouble, a dog's mouth can't grow elephant tusks." Pang Guang glanced at Lin Junyun: "She said she wants to call you up, do...you have time on Saturday?"

  "When you have time, how can you not have time? You have food to eat and the opportunity to meet a star. Even if you don't have time, you should make time for it." Lin Junyun curled up her lips, revealing a beautiful smile: "As long as you don't mind me being an old lamp, oh... no, she's the mistress, I'm your wife, so I should say this - not only do I not mind you going on a date with your old lover, but I'll even personally send you off. How about it? Am I not a very virtuous and understanding wife?"

  "Toppled three and four, as long as there is time, this matter is settled." Pang Guang didn't expect Lin Junyun to agree so readily, a bit caught off guard. After finishing speaking, he muttered softly and opened the door to leave: "A complete foodie, once you hear that there's food to eat, you immediately show your true colors."

  "Hey." Lin Junyun suddenly called out: "Wait a minute."

  Pang Guang turned around and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

  Lin Junyun pointed at the computer: "You... are you still not playing on the computer today?"

  Pang Guang stared at the computer, entangled for a full half minute, before firmly saying: "No playing! I'm going to study hard and step on you until you're gone. The computer won't be moved back to my room until I don't even touch it."

  "Oh!" Lin Junyun pinched a corner of the quilt and fell into deep thought.

  "Anything else?" Pang Guang opened the door and said: "If nothing, I'll leave!"

  "Ah…… don't go, we haven't finished talking yet." Lin Junyun raised his head and said lightly, biting his lip: "Don't always talk to me with this attitude, I don't have a huge grudge against you. If you really make up your mind to study hard, actually I can also help you with your homework."

  "No need, you have all the money, I don't have any to pay for tutoring fees." Pang Guang said and was about to leave.

  "I won't take your money, I'll teach you for free."

  "We'll talk about it when I'm in a good mood."

  Lin Junyun was choked by Pang Guang for a moment, and didn't continue on this topic: "Ask you one thing, is it really you who instructed the theft of classroom notes?"