You Really Treat Me Like a Child
Editor: Millman97
"Hey, student! You, why you are standing up? Sit down!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Ge, but the later did not respond. He coughed twice before he caught Chen Ge's attention, and Chen Ge quickly returned to his seat.
"Bro, what was that?" the round-faced kid whispered to Chen Ge, but he did not reply as he kept his eyes glued to Zhang Ya on the podium.
Western Jiujiang Private Academy was closed down six years ago. Zhang Ya died one year before that. If the timeline is correct and if that tragedy didn't happen, she would look like this at twenty-five.
Being stared at by Chen Ge, the female teacher smiled at him before turning to other students. Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge forced himself to calm down. He hid the backpack under the table and opened it to inspect the item inside. Nothing had changed, but Zhang Ya's bedtime story had once again 'run' out from the compartment and placed itself atop everything else.