Chapter 575: Chapter 575 is real
Sheng Tang and Jiang Baocu exchanged glances.
Jiang Baocu couldn’t control her emotions. She feared Sun Xiaojun might notice something, so she pretended to be innocent and asked, "Do you mean that the class teacher forced Lu Yuanyuan to commit suicide?"
Sun Xiaojun shook his head, "I don’t know either."
He had never thought about talking about these things.
What if he had misheard? Those words from the class teacher might not have been directed at Lu Yuanyuan.
He still needed school grants, and offending the class teacher might bring him a lot of trouble, because his application forms needed the class teacher’s signature.
If the class teacher made things difficult for him, he couldn’t handle it.
Recently at school, he had encountered a girl whose back looked a lot like Lu Yuanyuan’s.
Maybe it was the thoughts during the day turning into dreams at night, but he had dreamed of Lu Yuanyuan for several nights in a row.
Lu Yuanyuan committed suicide, so dreaming about her might involve something bloody, but it didn’t.
In his dreams, Lu Yuanyuan was still the pretty girl she was at the beginning of the semester.
She was quiet and graceful, her eyebrows lowered in obedience. Every time he dreamt of her, it was either on the playground, where Lu Yuanyuan called him to retrieve the ball; or in the large classroom, where Lu Yuanyuan stood on the podium copying English sentences.
The scenes were all very warm. The gentle sunlight spread across her face, with fragmented glimmers in her eyes, so tranquil.
The warmer it felt, the more desolate Sun Xiaojun’s heart became upon waking up.
He truly didn’t know whom to confide in.
His thoughts were like Lu Yuanyuan’s: in this school, the one who could make decisions and who he could talk to was his classmate Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang was Mr. Gu’s girlfriend.
Although there were many children of dignitaries in the school, nobody in power could compare to those in charge, and at Huishi High School, it was more convenient for the Gu Family to step in.
"Lu Yuanyuan has been gone for almost half a year, and you still remember?" Sheng Tang sighed.
"I didn’t have much connection with her, it’s not that I specifically remembered, it’s just that recently, I’ve been dreaming about her." Sun Xiaojun sighed.
Sheng Tang remained calm, "I heard Lu Yuanyuan had depression. Teenage depression has become a very serious issue. Lu Yuanyuan transferred here from Number Four High School, and she had been under tremendous pressure."
Sun Xiaojun seemed a bit disappointed, yet somehow relieved.
After this meal, Sun Xiaojun took leave soon afterward.
The weather was getting colder, and the classroom windows weren’t opened. With so many people crowded inside, he couldn’t stand it.
The class teacher also allowed him not to attend classes.
Sun Xiaojun studied alone in the dormitory, also considering what to do during winter break and where to stay.
He really didn’t have the energy to worry about a classmate who had committed suicide half a year ago.
After confiding in Sheng Tang, he felt a heavy stone lifted from his heart. Indeed, he didn’t dream anymore, nor did he dream about Lu Yuanyuan again.
Jiang Baocu, however, became more worried about the matter.
"Sheng Tang, you’ve been investigating for over half a year, any results?" Jiang Baocu asked.
Sheng Tang replied, "Brother Song has been very busy lately. He not only has to investigate this matter but also assist Ting with his assistant, and he is busy with his wedding. I’ll see if I can meet him this weekend."
She called Song Chen in advance.
After arranging to meet on the weekend, Song Chen and Gu Shiyan originally planned to go on a date, but changed it to meeting at home.
Sheng Tang got straight to the point and directly asked about Lu Yuanyuan’s case.
"...Are they all just my speculations?" Sheng Tang asked, "Half a year has passed, and there’s no result at all."
Song Chen’s expression suddenly became very serious.
He sighed, "Tangtang, I don’t know how to say this so you can feel somewhat relieved. What I want to say, you might not be happy to hear."
Sheng Tang’s heart sank.
"You were not wrong," Song Chen continued.
Sure enough, Sheng Tang’s heart sank even deeper.
Song Chen knew her well. She would rather have guessed wrong than believe that Lu Yuanyuan had endured such torment.
"There weren’t many victims, only four girls: Lu Yuanyuan, a current senior, one who graduated last semester, and one from sophomore year," Song Chen said.
Sheng Tang pressed her hand to her chest.
There, waves of sharp pain surged.
