You're Not Being Honest
The students didn’t hold back at all and explained everything that had just happened, including how Jiang Siming had pressed on her chest.
Yin Zhirou felt her cheeks flush, a warm sensation rising in her chest.
Soon, the school’s head teachers and the medical staff arrived.
“I’m fine, thanks to Teacher Jiang for saving me,” Yin Zhirou explained to everyone.
“Teacher Jiang? Is there a teacher with the last name Jiang at our school?” The principal asked, somewhat puzzled.
“No, there aren’t many teachers or students at our school, and I’ve never heard of a teacher with the last name Jiang,” the head of education said firmly.
“Could it be a foreign teacher using a Chinese name? Teacher Yin, was your rescuer a foreigner?” the principal inquired.
Yin Zhirou shook her head and replied, “No, he’s a Huaxia person. But he said he’s the new piano teacher named Jiang Daming.”
“New? We haven’t had any new teachers come to our school this year.”