Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The entire conference room fell into a brief silence, so quiet that it seemed as if even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard. This oppressive atmosphere made people feel suffocated, and everyone was silently guessing what Principal Zhou would say next.

However, after a while, various questioning voices were heard in the conference room.

"How is this a punishment? Why does it look like a reward?" A young voice broke the silence, with obvious dissatisfaction and questioning in the tone.

"Yeah, how can such a punishment convince the public?" another voice echoed, full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"I don't accept it!" An angry voice suddenly sounded, full of determination and firmness. "This way of handling the problem will not solve the problem at all. I ask for reconsideration!"

"Yes! How can this be possible!" More people began to join the debate. Their voices rose and fell, like a surging torrent, stirring in the conference room.

Principal Zhou stood there quietly, his eyes calm and deep. He seemed to have anticipated this situation and was not shaken by the doubts of the crowd. He raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"This is the decision from above. Don't you think there is something wrong with your thinking? Did Zhong Yuemin do anything wrong? No. Zhong Yuemin just did what he should do. He loves this country more than any of us." Principal Zhou's voice rang out again.

Everyone fell silent. Although some people were still dissatisfied, no one refuted Principal Zhou face to face.

Zhong Yuemin sat on the sofa at home, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in his hand. The aroma of the tea rose up, as if it could take away a trace of boredom in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin glanced at the little Haichen who was babbling on the ground and trying to stand up, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Although the little guy was staggering, there was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if saying: "Dad, I can do it!"

Just as Zhong Yuemin was immersed in this tranquility and warmth, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door. Then, Song Xiangjun's impetuous face appeared in his sight. She leaned against the door frame, panting, as if she had just finished a marathon.

"Zhong Yuemin, come with me quickly!" Song Xiangjun's voice was filled with anxiety and unquestionableness.

Zhong Yuemin frowned, put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong with Teacher Song? What happened?"

Song Xiangjun took a deep breath and calmed down. "The principal has something urgent to discuss with you. He said the result of your last incident has come out."

When Zhong Yuemin heard that it was about school, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He was tired of dealing with the school during this period of time. The cumbersome rules and regulations and inexplicable accusations made him feel exhausted.

"Don't go."

"You, how could you do this? Come with me now!"

"Teacher Song, if you want me to rest, then let me rest. If you want me to go back, then let me go back. How can it be so easy?"

Song Xiangjun stamped her feet. "You, you really make me anxious to death. Come with me quickly." After saying that, she pulled Zhong Yuemin and walked out.

To be honest, Zhong Yuemin really didn't want to go, no matter how the school treated him. But seeing Song Xiangjun's anxious look, he had to let go of his resistance.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhong Yuemin stood up and patted Xiao Haichen's head gently. "Daddy is going to be out for a while, you have to be good and obedient!"

Xiao Haichen understood what his father said and smiled innocently. Zhong Yuemin felt warm in his heart and turned around to push the motorcycle out. "Teacher Song, are you riding my motorcycle? Or what?"

Song Xiangjun was slightly startled, and she was struggling internally. Riding a motorcycle would indeed allow her to reach her destination faster, but it also meant that she would have close contact with Zhong Yuemin.

Song Xiangjun had always wanted to keep her distance from Zhong Yuemin, and she was inevitably a little resistant to such an intimate move, but she didn't really want to refuse.

"I, I'd better ride your motorcycle! It's faster this way." Song Xiangjun finally made a decision. She took a deep breath and tried to appear calm.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded. He walked to the motorcycle and started the engine skillfully. With a roar, the motorcycle slowly drove in the sun. Song Xiangjun sat on the back seat, holding Zhong Yuemin's back tightly with both hands, and her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

The motorcycle was traveling back and forth in the alley, and the wind blew across their cheeks, bringing a slight coolness. Zhong Yuemin drove very steadily, trying to keep the motorcycle at a steady speed. He looked back at Song Xiangjun from time to time to make sure she was sitting safely.

Song Xiangjun tried to relax herself, feeling Zhong Yuemin's solid back and steady driving.

Song Xiangjun clung to Zhong Yuemin's back, feeling the warmth and sense of security coming from him. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she felt extremely relieved at the moment. An inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart.

Song Xiangjun closed her eyes and let the wind blow through her long hair and cheeks, as if it could blow away the hesitation and worries in her heart.

The sunlight shines on the gate of Yanda University, casting a golden halo on this ancient yet vibrant institution of higher learning.

Zhong Yuemin drove his motorcycle slowly over and parked it steadily in the small yard next to the house. The motorcycle shone brightly in the sun, as if telling the story of its owner's unruly and free spirit.

Song Xiangjun got off the motorcycle. Her eyes stayed on the small courtyard for a moment, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes. "I was wondering why I had never seen your motorcycle in school!"

Song Xiangjun smiled gently, and seemed to have a strong interest in Zhong Yuemin, a man who always brought surprises.

Zhong Yuemin turned around and faced Song Xiangjun with his signature smile on his face. "Oh! Teacher Song, I have no choice! Someone as outstanding as me is always envied. The young people in the school are afraid that I will steal their limelight, so I had to hide the motorcycle here." He sighed exaggeratedly, but his face was full of pride.

Song Xiangjun couldn't help but laugh when she heard this. "Zhong Yuemin, you are so shameless! You gasped when I told you you were fat."

Song Xiangjun rolled her eyes at him, but her tone was doting. The atmosphere between the two seemed particularly warm and harmonious against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Song Xiangjun led Zhong Yuemin through the school corridor, each step seemed steady and powerful. At the end of the corridor, the door of the principal's office was open, and golden sunlight slanted into the room, adding a bit of softness to the originally solemn space.

Zhong Yuemin's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he was obviously puzzled by this sudden acceleration of his heartbeat.

Walking into the principal's office, Zhong Yuemin's eyes were instantly attracted by a familiar figure. Li Ting was sitting on the sofa opposite the principal, with a faint smile on her face, as if she had already expected Zhong Yuemin's arrival.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Li Ting, and his surprise became even greater. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Li Ting, why are you here? Why are you everywhere? Whenever you show up, there's always something bad going on."

After hearing what Zhong Yuemin said, Li Ting's face flashed with helplessness. She sighed and said, "Captain Zhong, what you said makes me so sad. But I came here today for something serious."

Zhong Yuemin frowned. He didn't like Li Ting's attitude of laughing it off, so he said in a firm tone, "Stop, I don't want to hear so much from you. Today's incident should have nothing to do with you, right?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Zhong Yuemin's tone.

Li Ting smiled slightly, seemingly unaffected by Zhong Yuemin's words. She shook her head gently. "That's not necessarily true."

As Li Ting finished speaking, Zhong Yuemin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and it was inextricably linked to the appearance of Li Ting.

At this time, the principal stood up from behind his desk, his eyes swept between Zhong Yuemin and Li Ting, and finally fixed on Zhong Yuemin. He said in a deep voice, "Student Zhong Yuemin, I called you here this time because I do have an important matter to discuss with you."

"Aren't you going to announce the results of my handling? Do you still need to discuss it with me?" Zhong Yuemin was full of doubts and a little confused at this time.

Principal Zhou smiled slightly, as if he saw through his thoughts. "Your treatment is to be exempted from the thesis defense and stay in school directly..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuemin's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly interrupted Principal Zhou. "What? Stay in school? Aren't you going to punish me? Why now..." He widened his eyes, his face full of confusion and bewilderment. Zhong Yuemin really didn't want to be a teacher!

Principal Zhou looked at Zhong Yuemin's reaction and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly. Song Xiangjun on the side couldn't stand it any longer. She stood up suddenly and slapped Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder. "Zhong Yuemin, don't be so ungrateful!"

Zhong Yuemin was staggered by the sudden slap. He turned around to look at Song Xiangjun, only to see that her eyes were slightly red, and it was obvious that she had been worried about him for the past two days.

"Teacher Song, I..." Zhong Yuemin wanted to explain, but he swallowed the words back. He knew that any more explanations would be in vain.

Seeing this, Principal Zhou coughed lightly to ease the atmosphere. "Yuemin, your talent is obvious to all. Although this matter has some twists and turns, we also see your courage and responsibility. Staying in school to teach is a recognition of you and also an expectation for your future."

Zhong Yuemin was silent for a moment. The doubt and unwillingness in his heart made him unable to help but ask in a provocative tone: "Principal Zhou, can I refuse?"

Principal Zhou and Song Xiangjun looked at him at the same time, their eyes revealing unquestionable determination. Song Xiangjun even frowned, as if ready to slap him again at any time.

Zhong Yuemin immediately felt a chill. He swallowed and knew that he could no longer be so willful.

"Okay, okay, I promise."

Zhong Yuemin nodded helplessly, but secretly delighted in his heart. He thought that although staying in school to teach was not his original intention, being able to become a colleague with Song Xiangjun was not a bad thing.

Just as he was thinking happily about the "free" life he was about to enter, Principal Zhou spoke again, shattering his fantasy.

"Yuemin, the school has another task for you, and you must complete it." Principal Zhou's words revealed an unquestionable majesty.

"What? There are still tasks? What for?" Zhong Yuemin was stunned. He was just thinking about what to do during the several months of vacation, but he didn't expect that he would have to accept a mission.

The sun shone through the treetops, dappling on the paths of the campus, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and soil. Principal Zhou stood up, looked at Zhong Yuemin, who looked confused, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Zhong Yuemin, the school has decided to form an archaeological team, and you, as a member of our school, are also on the list of this archaeological team." Principal Zhou's voice was gentle and firm, as if a warm current flowed into the hearts of several people, but with a hint of irresistible majesty.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes widened, as if he had heard something incredible. He turned to look at Song Xiangjun, who was also shocked, and their eyes met in the air, and they could see the confusion and doubt in each other's eyes.

"Principal Zhou, are you sure? I'm a physics student, and you want me to do archaeology? Whose idiot came up with this idea?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction and helplessness in Zhong Yuemin's voice. He really couldn't understand this sudden decision.

Principal Zhou shook his head slightly, still keeping that smile on his face. "Zhong Yuemin, this is a decision from above, and we have no choice. However, I believe in your ability, and you will definitely be able to handle this mission."

At this time, Li Ting, who had been standing next to her, spoke up in a serious and earnest voice. "Zhong Yuemin, watch your words. This is the school's decision, and also the country's decision. This archaeological mission is of great importance, and you must ensure the safety of the archaeological team."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, then he stopped teasing. He understood that although Li Ting's words were brief, they were very important. This decision was obviously not made on a whim, but was the result of careful consideration and approval.

"But...I..." Zhong Yuemin wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. He knew he had no right to refuse and could only accept this sudden task.

"When do we set off? How many people are there in the archaeological team? I can't do it alone, right?"

"It should be just these two days. You don't have much time to prepare. Otherwise, why would you be exempted from the thesis defense? But don't worry, although we can't send personnel directly, don't you have a group of people in training? You can bring them with you."

"Are there any weapons?"

"Yes, someone will give it to you when you leave the country."

"Then I have no problem."

When only Song Xiangjun and Principal Zhou were left in the principal's office, Song Xiangjun asked in dissatisfaction, "Uncle, what are you thinking? How can you let Zhong Yuemin go to study ancient things?"

Principal Zhou frowned and looked at Song Xiangjun. "Xiangjun, are you too concerned about that boy? You are about to get married, so don't have any inappropriate thoughts."

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I'm not going to pay attention to you." After saying that, Song Xiangjun quickly slipped away.

Principal Zhou looked at her back, shook his head and sighed.