DLSRWAR Chapter 27 Only then will you have the chance to leave Sangcheng.

The young man in the black leather jacket parked his motorcycle by the roadside at the school gate. He set one foot on the ground and lifted his hand to remove his helmet, revealing a handsome face.

Big Fatty and his friends happened to be at the school gate as well. When they saw Ye Hancheng arriving on the motorcycle, their eyes lit up with excitement. They rushed over, gathering around the sleek, trendy motorcycle and began touching it. “Wow, Brother Han, this bike is so cool!” Big Fatty exclaimed.

Ye Hancheng shrugged casually. “It’s not too bad.”

In comparison, he still preferred the Maserati sports car his father had given him.

“Brother Han, is it tiring to carry that helmet? Let me hold it for you,” Wu Yu offered with a flattering tone.

Seeing their interest, Ye Hancheng dismounted and handed the helmet to Wu Yu.

Deng Yuanze’s eyes were also full of envy. “Brother Han, can I sit on it and see how it feels?”

What boy didn’t like cars and bikes?

Especially when it was the kind of flashy motorcycle that turns heads and shows off the moment you take it out.

Ye Hancheng noticed Qin Yumian and waved dismissively. “Feel free to try it out.”

With that, he walked straight towards Qin Yumian.

“Sports rep, why are you with him again?” Ye Hancheng frowned and glanced at the boy standing beside Qin Yumian.

Xue Qingxing seemed somewhat intimidated by Ye Hancheng and took a couple of steps back to stand behind Qin Yumian.

Qin Yumian responded with a calm tone, “Why shouldn’t I be with him?”

Ignoring the young man, Qin Yumian walked into the school.

Xue Qingxing stole a glance at Ye Hancheng before following Qin Yumian through the school gate.

Ye Hancheng had originally planned to chase after her, but the security guard stopped him, telling him to park the bike in the lot. A motorcycle as flashy as his parked on the roadside could easily be stolen, and the school wouldn’t be responsible for that.

“Your bike looks quite expensive. It’s better to park it in the lot, little classmate,” the security guard said earnestly. “And where’s your school uniform? You can’t enter the school without it.”

Ye Hancheng: “…”

Ye Hancheng unzipped his leather jacket, revealing the school uniform underneath.

The security guard gave a thumbs-up and said, “The weather report says it’s going to be thirty degrees today.”

While most people would find even one jacket too warm, this little classmate was wearing two. The guard couldn’t help but sigh: It’s great to be young.

Ye Hancheng shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it to Big Fatty, then hopped onto his motorcycle and rode it to the parking lot.

Big Fatty looked at the jacket from all angles. “But Brother Han, I can’t even fit into this.”

Wu Yu, still holding Ye Hancheng’s helmet tightly and refusing to let go, chimed in, “Brother Han just wanted you to hold it, not wear it.”

“Huh? Brother Han’s jacket looks brand new. Even the tag’s still on it,” Big Fatty noticed. He flipped the tag over to see the price and suddenly felt like he couldn’t do math.

He started counting from the last digit, “Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands… Fuck?”

Big Fatty suddenly realized he wasn’t holding an ordinary leather jacket but something worth over 200,000 yuan.

Tears of poverty welled up in his eyes. “This thing is crazy expensive! Is it lined with gold?”

When Ye Hancheng arrived at the classroom, Big Fatty and Wu Yu hurried over to him, one holding the leather jacket and the other holding the helmet.

Big Fatty handed the jacket over reverently. “Brother Han, your two hundred thou—uh, I mean, your leather jacket.”

Ye Hancheng gave him a puzzled look, took the black leather jacket from Big Fatty’s hands, and casually tossed it onto a chair.

Big Fatty’s heart skipped a beat. It was as if what Brother Han had tossed was not just a leather jacket, but his very heart and soul.

Over 200,000 yuan! And he just tossed it aside like that?

Wu Yu chimed in, “Brother Han, I wiped the helmet clean, inside and out. Not a speck of dust on it.”

Ye Hancheng: “…”

“If you like it, just keep holding onto it.”

Wu Yu’s eyes lit up. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Despite his words, he hugged the helmet even tighter.

Ye Hancheng, uninterested, replied, “It’s fine, just hold onto it.”

He glanced around the room and frowned. “Where’s the sports rep?”

The student in front of him turned around and replied, “Old Zhao’s daughter came to visit. The sports rep is babysitting.”

Ye Hancheng raised an eyebrow. “Babysitting?”

His wife couldn’t even take care of their own child, and here she was babysitting someone else’s?

“Hey, Brother Han, where are you going?”

The office.

“Nannan, don’t cling to your Big Sister Mianmian. Come over to Mommy,” Zhao Xia said to the little girl sitting in Qin Yumian’s lap.

“No,” the little girl replied, clutching a watercolor pen as she scribbled randomly on a sheet of paper. When she heard her mother’s words, she immediately threw down the pen and wrapped her arms tightly around Qin Yumian’s neck. “I want my big sister to play with me.”

Zhao Xia frowned, speaking sternly, “But your big sister needs to go to class. You need to be good and not disturb her studies.”

“It’s alright, Teacher Zhao. I’ll stay with Nannan until she finishes her drawing, then I’ll head to class,” Qin Yumian gently pinched the little girl’s cheek and said softly, “Nannan, you promised me, didn’t you?”

Nannan looked down at her fingers, hesitating.

“Children who don’t listen will have their noses grow longer,” Qin Yumian teased, making a motion in front of Nannan’s nose. “A long nose wouldn’t be very pretty, would it?”

Nannan quickly covered her nose with her hands, replying in her sweet voice, “I don’t want a long nose.”

Qin Yumian nodded, her tone soft. “Our Nannan is so obedient, your nose will stay just the same.”

The little girl declared proudly, “Nannan is the most obedient!”

Nannan was still in kindergarten, and the drawing she wanted to make only needed flowers, grass, and a little house.

Holding Nannan’s tiny hand, Qin Yumian carefully guided her, teaching her how to draw beautiful flowers stroke by stroke.

Zhao Xia looked at Qin Yumian’s delicate profile, and for some reason, her eyes felt a bit misty. She murmured, “Little Yan used to teach you to draw like this too.”

Qin Yumian paused from teaching Nannan to draw, momentarily lost in thought as she remembered that gentle woman who had once held her in her arms, teaching her to draw with a voice as soft as the spring rain in Jiangnan.

Noticing the change in Qin Yumian’s expression, Zhao Xia quickly realized she had misspoken. She awkwardly shifted the conversation. “Has Chen Lanping been bothering you lately?”

Qin Yumian snapped back to reality and shook her head. “No, she hasn’t.”

Zhao Xia said, “Starting next semester, Chen Lanping probably won’t be teaching your class anymore.”

Qin Yumian looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes. “Is she being transferred to No. 1 High School?”

“Ninety percent sure,” Zhao Xia replied. As a colleague of Chen Lanping, she had more accurate information about her plans to transfer to No. 1 High School than the rumors circulating among students like Yang Mao. “She has an old classmate working in the education bureau. As long as her work record is clean, with a little help from her friend, there’s a good chance she’ll get the transfer to No. 1 High School.”

Qin Yumian frowned slightly. “If she transfers, who will teach our class English?”

Zhao Xia didn’t give a direct answer, only saying, “The school will make arrangements. Don’t worry about it. Just focus on your studies. Your father was the top scorer in our city’s college entrance exams. I don’t expect you to reach his level of brilliance, but you should at least aim to get into a top-tier university. This way, only then will you have the chance to leave Sangcheng.”

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Author’s Note: Today, it’s Big Orange who didn’t manage to say more than three words to his wife, hahaha!

#Mini Scene#
Big Orange (sitting on his motorcycle): Wife, look at me, look at me! Am I handsome?

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