Chapter 93

"Xiaoyu, is Nan really coming to our school later?"

"Yeah."

"That guy is actually coming..."

Bell Tong originally just casually mentioned it, but she didn't expect it to actually come true.

"What about your parents?"

"They can't come... my brother said."

"Hmm..."

Bell Tong rested her chin on the desk and clicked her mechanical pencil with her hand.

"Sister complex."

"..."

She ignored Bell Tong's words, turned around, and opened her book.

Looking at today's class schedule, there was a parent-teacher conference in the afternoon, but the morning was still filled with classes...

It was the last year of high school... Both the teachers and students were all putting in their utmost effort to strive for success.

Interestingly enough, even Bell Tong had miraculously stopped being late.

But in the end, she didn't feel much, couldn't relax, and couldn't even feel nervous...

...

...

The morning classes quickly ended, and except for a few students staying behind to prepare the tables and chairs for the parent-teacher conference in the afternoon, everyone else went home one by one.

Raina Nan sat at her seat, looked out of the window for a while, and then finally packed up her bag and left the classroom.

When she reached the school gate, she realized that the narrow street outside was already filled with cars.

It was still early for the parent-teacher conference, but many parents had already arrived at the school.

"What are you looking at?"

Her head was tapped.

She looked up.

Samson Nan was already standing in front of her.

Rarely, he was wearing formal attire today.

"Aren't you going home yet?"

He asked her.

"None of your business..."

"Why~ waiting for me?"

He grinned and leaned his face closer.

"Get lost."

She lowered her eyelids and pushed his cheek away with her hand.

"I'm going home..."

"Oh, be careful on the way~"

He smiled lightly, casually patted her head twice, and then walked past her.

"..."

She turned her head back and glanced at him before walking towards the school gate.

...

"..."

There was still some time left.

He leisurely walked in the hallway, searching for Raina Nan's classroom.

This was where he had stayed for three years, but the layout of the classroom had changed a lot compared to a few years ago.

The third-year classrooms were moved to the top floor of the teaching building by the school, probably to avoid disturbances for the students.

"Excuse me, do you know where Class 2 of the third year is...?"

A gentle voice came from behind him.

He turned around.

"Huh?"

The person in front of him was instantly stunned.

"How did you end up here?"

She pointed at Samson Nan in surprise.

"Oh, it's you... what's your name again..."

Samson Nan looked at her and scratched his head, hesitant to speak.

"Hey..."

She was speechless, looking at him. How could this person be so forgetful?

"Oh!"

He seemed to suddenly remember something and slapped his forehead.

"Sister Lord?"

"Sister..."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then became anxious, her face turning red.

"Don't give me such a strange title! It's Lin Ruoxiao! Remember it properly!"

"Oh right... I think it's called that."

He suddenly realized, nodded, and said.

"..."

Lin Ruoxiao looked at him, for some reason, she was furious. It hadn't been that long, but he had already forgotten her name.

"Beauty~"

"Huh?"

"Really..."

Two boys passing by glanced over here sneakily, whispering to each other.

"Hmph~"

Lin Ruoxiao seemed to have heard it, hummed softly, glanced at Samson Nan, and unconsciously flicked the ends of her hair with her finger.

Was she showing off?

"Um... Are you really so happy to be noticed by little brats? Sister Lord."

There wasn't much expression on his face as he stared at her.

"No, I'm not very happy... and stop calling me like that!"

"Okay, big sister~"

"You!!"

"Ruo Xiao!"

A deep voice called out Lin Ruo Xiao.

"Father, father..."

She turned around, her voice suddenly much softer.

"Yelling and shouting in the hallway, what kind of decorum is that?"

"..."

It was Roxie's father, and he had indeed come, still wearing his poker face that showed no fluctuations. However, today he had tied his hair back and was wearing a high-collared Zhongshan suit. If one didn't know any better, they would think he was an old man who had emerged from a Republican film set.

"Long time no see."

Roxie's father turned his head and looked at Samson Nan.

"Hello."

Samson straightened his back and nodded.

Dealing with this old man meant he couldn't be too casual anymore...

For some reason, he had this feeling.

"Why are there two of you here?"

He whispered to Roxie next to him.

"I've never been to my little sister's school before, so I thought I should come and take a look this time..."

Roxie whispered back, unconsciously looking to the side.

"I see."

He glanced at her and didn't say anything more.

...

...

There was still some time before the parent-teacher meeting started. Like the other parents who arrived too early, they could only stand outside the classroom in the corridor and wait.

He leaned against the balcony, bored, and looked down below. It was still lunchtime, but there were already students playing basketball without their shirts on the court.

"Did you graduate from this school too?"

Roxie asked beside him.

"Ah."

He paused for a moment and turned to look at her.

"How did you know?"

"I heard it from Ruo Xi when she came back, she also said you used to be on the basketball team."

"Is that so..."

He didn't pay much attention, lazily leaning on the balcony.

"Does your sister talk about me with you?"

He was quite surprised by that.

"No, she doesn't, and we don't talk that often either. It's only about once every two months or so..."

"..."

Quite specific indeed...

"Heh, look who I ran into."

Suddenly, someone patted his back from behind.

He turned around.

"Uncle Yun?"

It was unexpectedly Yun Kun, why was he here?

"Why did you come?"

"Here you go."

Yun Kun said and showed him the two bags in his hands.

He looked inside.

One bag was full of books, and the other contained cups, a laptop, and miscellaneous items like a violin.

"Just like that, I was called by my young lady to be a mover, the trunk of the car can hardly fit everything."

Yun Kun smiled wryly and stretched his arms.

"I see..."

Jocelyn York was leaving the school as soon as the new semester started, he had known that for a long time.

William Wei had repeated it to him many times...

He even said they should find a time to have a meal together, but in his opinion, Jocelyn York wasn't someone who cared much about those formalities. She disliked trouble, and in this aspect, she was just like him.

"Let me help you carry them down."

"No, no, no~ These are the last two bags, once we're done, I'll be done~"

Yun Kun waved his hand and picked up the bags again. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something.

"Samson Nan, this girl next to you... is she your friend?"

"Who are you talking about?"

Samson Nan raised his head and looked around.

"You mean her?"

He pointed with his chin to Lin Ruo Xiao, who was talking on the phone next to them.

"Ah, I saw her chatting with you just now, so..."

"That girl..."

He pondered for a moment, a friend? Not really...

"My sister's classmate's older sister? It's almost like that..."

As he spoke, he felt awkward even himself.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

He had no idea what Yun Kun wanted to ask, he was being mysterious.

"Phew~ That's good~"

Only then did Yun Kun pat his shoulder in relief.

"What?"

"Nothing...I was just curious."

"..."

"Excuse me, please!"

"Go ahead!"

Before he could think about what Yun Kun meant, there came a shout from the other end of the hallway.

"Mr. Tong, this is the place."

"Okay."

A burly man walked this way with big strides.

Two bodyguards cleared the path in front, while two men in suits with walkie-talkies followed behind.

"..."

Hey...

Was this some kind of landlord from the countryside? Although he thought that way, there was no doubt that this person was Bell Tong's father, Tong Dongcheng.

"..."

Forget it, pretend you didn't see anything.

"Feng Brother!"

...

Fine...

"Hey, Mr. Tong~"

He turned around with a somewhat stiff smile.

"Hey, don't call me 'Mr.' so formally! We're close! Just call me Uncle Tong!"

"..."

What do you want me to say...

"Hehe, isn't this Mr. Tong? What brought you here?"

"Hey, Mr. Yun! Nice to meet you!"

Huh?

Samson Nan was momentarily stunned.

Standing between them, these two...do they know each other?

Tong Dongcheng smiled as he patted Yun Kun's shoulder.

"I heard that Mr. Yun opened two more branches of his piano store in the downtown area recently. Now that the sales industry is so sluggish, Mr. Yun can still run the business so well. I have to admire him!"

"Mr. Tong is too kind. Compared to Dongcheng Group, which dominates the real estate industry, my little business is insignificant. Let's not mention it, let's not mention it. Haha."

...

They immediately launched into a round of mutual business flattery...

These veteran businessmen who have been active in the business world for many years naturally know the tricks of the trade.

"By the way, Mr. Tong also knows our Samson Nan?"

"Our?"

Tong Dongcheng paused for a moment, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

After a while, he smiled again.

"Not only do I know him, I can even say we're family, right, Brother Feng?"

He turned his head and looked at Samson Nan.

"Huh?"

Samson Nan was taken aback and looked up.

"Our little Bell often mentions you at home, Brother Feng!"

"Me??"

Samson Nan looked at him with some confusion.

Mentioning? Bell Tong? Was she talking bad about him behind his back?

"Hehe."

Yun Kun smiled.

There was more to his words, and Samson Nan sensed it.

"Miss Ling Ai is still in high school. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for Mr. Tong to plan these machinations?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Yun is absolutely right. But, well, I only have one daughter. As long as she likes it, there's nothing that can't be done."

Wait, what are these two talking about?

Samson Nan was sandwiched between the two of them, looking confused.

"Hehe, I understand Mr. Tong's eagerness as a father, I understand. But, sometimes, when parents intervene too much, it might have the opposite effect."

"Oh? Does Mr. Yun mean that I can't handle it?"

"Hehe, not at all, not at all. It's just..."

Yun Kun said and then leaned in, whispering in his ear:

"It's a forcibly ripe fruit...and it's not sweet."

After speaking, he patted Tong Dongcheng's shoulder again.

Then he grabbed his bag and walked past him.

After a few steps, he turned back.

"Samson Nan~ I'm leaving now, come to my house for dinner when you're free, okay?"

He deliberately raised his voice a little, then waved and went downstairs.

"..."

Samson Nan stood in place and subconsciously glanced to the side.

Just noticed that Tong Dongcheng's face muscles twitched with a seemingly ambiguous smile.

"Tong, Mr. Tong?"

The bodyguard beside him called him cautiously after he remained silent for a while.

"Damn piano salesman."

He twisted his smile, feeling like he could explode at any moment...

"..."

"Parents of high school seniors, the parent-teacher conference is about to begin. Please enter the classroom and take your seats according to the names on the desks. I repeat..."

The school's broadcast sounded at this moment.

Samson Nan always felt relieved and walked into the classroom with measured steps.

Hopefully, there won't be any more trouble at the parent-teacher conference...