My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (100)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 100: Giving Gifts.

Huang Xi told him, "The kids sent word that there are some tricky things at home, so I have to go back

and take a look . When you get back, you need to keep up with the training I taught you. No matter how good the bodyguard is, he can't compare

to your own skills. These days, I've been thinking about who's behind your back. You

should research it yourself, go to the police station more often, and provide them with any clues you have."

Liang Jun listened in silence, feeling a mix of emotions. Grandpa Sun was gone, and everything had changed.

But he also knew that he, a mere kid, had no right to expect someone to abandon their own family affairs and

come to guard his house. He thought about how little help he had given Grandpa Sun on the street, while Grandpa Sun had given him

so much more.

On the fourth day, those who had come to see Grandpa Sun off began to leave one after another. Liang Jun

didn't , except for one person who paused in front of him for about

four or five seconds as she left. She turned her head, looked at Liang Jun for a moment, and then left without saying a word.

This person was the only woman there, the one who could captivate all beings and make the three thousand concubines pale in comparison.

Liang Jun and Huang Xi waited until most of them had left before they left themselves. As usual,

they driven to the airport before parting ways.

Liang Jun felt an indescribable sense of loss, as if he had lost so much, so very much.

Back home, looking at the empty house, he thought of Grandpa Sun and Huang Xier, and felt a pang of sadness, tears

welling . From now on, he would have to rely on himself. He didn't rush to school; instead, he went

to Liangshan Internet Cafe to check on his little base. Cui Miao'er and Zhang Huijun were

overjoyed and each of them secretly whispered a few words to him. Liang Jun took a moment to look at the accounts and saw that

his income had been quite substantial in the past few days. He calculated that he could earn about 20,000 yuan a month.

He had already tallied up the accounts, deducting electricity bills and other expenses, leaving him with about 10,000 yuan. This 10,000 yuan

was actually earned for him by Huang Xi. Liang Jun took 4,000 yuan from the 10,000 yuan and gave

2,000 yuan to each of the two women, saying, "You two are a bit short on cash, aren't you? Use this for now, and I'll make up for it next month

."

The two women were indeed short on cash and wanted to tell him, but before they could, Liang Jun had cut them off, so they

didn't know how to broach the subject. Now, seeing Liang Jun offer to help, they were filled with mixed emotions.

In fact, he had also been short on cash recently. He had almost spent the more than one million yuan he had boasted about, and now

he still had many things to do. Looking at the meager 6,000 yuan in his hand, he was worried. Should he really

sell the genuine Yuan Shikai calligraphy?

He thought it was best not to sell it unless absolutely necessary.

He didn't stay in the internet cafe for long before returning to his lodgings. Under the bamboo grove, he fell into a daze.

The most urgent thing to do was to visit Director Liu and express his gratitude. Grandpa Sun

had clearly told him before he passed away that one must cultivate relationships oneself, not shamelessly beg

others .

But he only had a mere 6,000 yuan. What kind of gift could he possibly give? 6,000 yuan in

Shanghai was roughly the monthly salary of an average person, and at Director Liu's level, it was an

insignificant sum. Besides, even if he had 60,000 yuan and went to his door, would Director Liu accept it?

Would he have the nerve to accept it?

So what should he do? He instinctively felt that this matter was becoming increasingly urgent. Grandpa Sun was gone, Huang Xi

was gone, and he had no one to rely on. If he didn't hurry to maintain these relationships, he would likely face

rejection everywhere he went in the future.

After a long while, he came up with an idea, quickly got up, and went to the nearest tea shop. Inside

, he carefully selected items, finally finding a strangely shaped purple clay teapot in a corner of the teaware shelf.

Liang Jun couldn't quite explain its design, but he remembered seeing it in movies and TV dramas—wealthy, high-

status families always had various handicrafts on their bookshelves, strangely shaped and

seemingly possessing an artistic flair.

The teapot cost Liang Jun five or six hundred yuan. He took 2,000 yuan from his pocket, put it inside the teapot,

had it packaged by the shopkeeper, and then took this work of art to Director Liu.

Fortunately, Director Liu was home that day. The security guard repeatedly checked his identity and called Director Liu, which was quite

troublesome, but he was eventually allowed to pass.

Upon arriving at Director Liu's office, Liang Jun found him not seated behind a desk, diligently writing, as he had expected,

but rather sitting on the sofa, frowning in thought. Seeing Liang Jun enter, the seriousness on his face vanished

, replaced by a smile. "You little rascal,

" he said, "have you gotten into trouble again?" Liang Jun, embarrassed, scratched his head and chuckled, "How could I possibly keep causing trouble for Uncle Liu?"

Although Director Liu spoke with a smile, he remained wary. He suspected Liang Jun had

gotten into some trouble again. While he had a good impression of Liang Jun, and it was Liang Jun's outstanding performance that had given

him the opportunity to earn merit, in this cold and calculating world, he wouldn't endlessly

tolerate .

He hadn't expected Liang Jun to come to see him, because Liang Jun was still a teenager; he didn't believe

a child that age could be so worldly-wise.

He opened a bottle of mineral water for Liang Jun and asked seemingly casually, "How have you been lately?"

The question was unremarkable; most people, if something were truly wrong, would have followed that line of thought and said, "

What happened to me lately?"

Liang Jun, however, had no idea of the cunning intentions of this seasoned deputy police chief. He answered truthfully, "I'm fine, doing

well."

Chief Liu then asked, "What brings you here this time?"

Liang Jun, who had never given gifts before, felt a little embarrassed and said, "I'm so grateful to Uncle Liu for what happened last time; I've come to

express my gratitude."

"Oh?"

Chief Liu became interested in the young man before him. At his level, he received daily

expressions of gratitude, but those people were all江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people from the underworld), adults, and naturally...

That's another matter, but how could a boy like Liang Jun, especially a rural boy, know how to

express gratitude to those who helped him? He was genuinely surprised.

He felt that someone must have instructed Liang Jun to do this, so he asked, "Little boy, who sent you

here? What's there to thank?"

Liang Jun replied, "If it weren't for Uncle Liu, I don't know what kind of injustice I would have suffered. Uncle Liu could have chosen not to

help me, but he was very worried about me and helped me like his own child. I'm all grown up now,

so naturally I know how important this is. If I didn't come to thank him, I would feel very uneasy."

What Liang Jun said was certainly true, but an ordinary person certainly wouldn't express it so clearly. Although it was all plain language,

it was expressed very sincerely and appropriately, which made Director Liu even more suspicious that someone had given Liang Jun this idea.

However, he said, "No need to thank me. We're all family."

Liang Jun, unsure how to respond, drank some water. After a few minutes, he stood up

and said, "Uncle Liu, I'll go back now. I won't bother you any longer."

Director Liu nodded and said, "Alright. Go back and study hard. I don't like young people with poor grades."

These words sounded like those of an elder, but they were also a warning to Liang Jun, telling him not to misbehave and cause himself

endless trouble.

Liang Jun nodded repeatedly, saying, "I will definitely remember what you say, Uncle."

He then took out the teapot and said, "I'm just a kid, I don't know

what Uncle Liu likes, so I'm taking the liberty of giving you this teapot. I wish you good luck in winning at mahjong."

Originally, Director Liu wasn't particularly interested in a teapot; it was just a craft item, an ordinary thing.

However, Liang Jun's words gave it meaning—the meaning lay in the word "win," a lucky

blessing. So, Director Liu couldn't help but laugh. Liang Jun left Director Liu's office and went out onto the street,

taking out his phone and calling Director Liu. Director Liu asked, "What's wrong, young man?"

Liang Jun said, "Uncle Liu, there's tea in that teapot."

Director Liu casually opened the teapot lid and was

shocked .

Director Liu's expression turned serious again.

Liang Jun returned to his lodgings. In the courtyard, he went through the set of military boxing techniques Huang Xi had taught him,

then practiced the moves repeatedly. Before he knew it, it was dark. Now, his self-discipline in practicing had greatly

improved. He knew that everything depended on himself now; if the same incident happened again, there wouldn't be

anyone to help him so conveniently.

Liang Jun finished his practice and looked up, suddenly feeling two dark figures flash before his eyes. He looked closely but saw

nothing He stood there puzzled, unsure whether he was seeing things or what was going on.

Just then, his phone rang. He answered it, but there was no one on the other end

. He called out "hello, hello, hello" several times into the receiver, but no one answered. He muttered, "Who is it? What's going on?"

Still no one answered. Liang Jun simply ignored it, turned off the phone, and went inside. He then discovered that

the house had been ransacked, indicating that someone had been there.

Liang Jun's heart skipped a beat. It seemed someone was watching him. He recalled the dark

figure that had flashed before his eyes earlier; he'd thought it was just his imagination, but it was real—someone was right in front of him, he just hadn't

seen them clearly. He quickly went to the kitchen, pulled out a tattered bag filled with odds and ends, and reached

inside to check. He was relieved to find his treasures were still there. He stood there, stunned, wondering who had

come to his house while he was away. He considered every possibility, but couldn't recall who could have stolen his

things . Could it be him?

He didn't dare sleep a wink all night. The next day, before he even went to school, an uninvited guest arrived at his door.

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