The snacks were distributed.
The teachers also got free, and searched a clean place to sit down on, and started snacking themselves while chatting with each other.
Everyone one was present there except two professors surnamed Lin and Qing, and obviously the principal.
The principal was in the car, excusing himself because of his health like it should be. And the two professors...
" Hey, stop it. Don't fucking put your everything in my box. " An angry professor Lin shouted at professor Qing, who was putting most of his snacks from his packet to Mr. Lin's.
" Eat, eat. You are getting so skinny..... What, your principal of a father don't feed you well ?" Mr. Qing joked.
The only answer he got was a fierce glare from Mr. Lin.
They were sitting in a quiet place, isolated from everyone but the chirpings and rustle of wind. Both the men were engrossed in eating not noticing someone's gaze from behind the bushes. After a while, when that person saw nothing unusual happening there, he went somewhere else bored.
As soon as that person went away, professor Qing who was so engrossed in his snacks suddenly looked up and gazed at professor Lin sitting right in front of him. Feeling the other's gaze he also looked up but before he could even lift his head properly, he was crashed down on the ground.
Professor Qing has pinned him down, throwing both of their packets on the ground, the contents mixing with soil. He looked straight in professor Lin's eyes with a rather searing look. He wasn't moving any more, just gazing at the person pinned by him.
Because of the sudden attack, professor Lin was not able to react on time and as a result was thrown down with a thud, hurting the back of his head. Unable to understand the sudden change of mood, he furiously shouted at the person above, " What are you doing ?"
Professor Qing didn't said anything only gazing at him. The other one also stared at him with cold eyes, not relenting a bit.
Being stared at by those sharp eyes, professor Qing laughed without humour then said in a low, deep voice, " Mr. Lin, are you really so clueless as you pretend ?"
And then, he released him, not saying another word. After rising, he even extended his hand to Mr. Lin as if the one pushing the other was someone else and he was helping him instead in getting up.
Professor Lin didn't take his hand and after rising went straight back to where everyone else was by himself not even looking back.
Whereas professor Qing stood there unmoving, without any sort of expression on his face. He looked at the place where from behind the bushes, the strange person was peeking, and after confirming that no one has seen the incident, went back himself too.
Not too much distance away, a group of four people were staring at each other awkwardly.
Who could they be if not Anning and the gang. After the last argument, no one has said even a single word yet. Kritika, thinking it would take some years for them to speak again, broke the ice herself.
Kritika, " Umm.... Guys, let's stop staring at each other and let's have the snacks. I am hungry..... Please ?"
Following her, Raya said, " Yeah. Let's eat. "
Saying this, she passed her water bottle to kritika. Anning thought,
Ain't she have her own water bottle ?
Seeing Anning's incredulous expression, Kritika explained, " Oh we are sharing each other's water bottle's content. Mine one has chocolate shake in it, and her one's have water. "
Hearing this, Anning made a sound of understanding. Baizhi also opened her own packet and started to eat, instinctively passing it to Anning after taking a bite.
Anning looked at her and Baizhi realised what was she doing. But it was too late, pulling her hand now would seem too obvious, thus, she kept her hand outstretched but looked away.
Anning smiled inwardly and was about to pick something when another hand beat her at it. Startled by the intrusion, she looked up at that hand and the pale beautiful wrist which said nothing else but holding it.
But when she looked at the face the hand was attached to, she quickly threw these thoughts out of her head, reprimanding herself. That hand was of, of course, the headache she was running from.
Sizi.
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