Chapter 38: My life is over

“So everyone sitting in our circle knew about it,” Qiao Sang said, speechless.

“It’s better to share happiness than to keep it to yourself,” Fang Sisi said with a smile.

Qiao Sang ultimately couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Hahahaha, you have a point.”

“Hahahahaha…” Fang Sisi also burst out laughing.

Although she had told many people about this, every time she told it, it still felt so funny.

The two of them giggled foolishly for a while, and when they were tired of laughing, Qiao Sang asked, “Why doesn’t Lao Ban just buy a bottle of Root Gel to use?”

Root Gel is extracted from the Root Pot.

Every time a Root Pot closes its eggshell to sleep and then opens it when it wakes up in the morning, a trace amount of gel flows out, which is called Root Gel.

This gel has the miraculous effect of promoting hair growth, saving much more time and effort than hair transplantation.

“A bottle of Root Gel is worth half of Lao Ban’s salary. Hair transplantation is much cheaper,” Fang Sisi said.

Indeed, things involving extraordinary creatures are ridiculously expensive these days.

Although hair is a middle-aged man’s life, Lao Ban still has a wife and children to support, so it’s impossible for him to spend a large sum on a bottle of Fern Root Gel for himself.

Thinking about it this way, Qiao Sang felt that Lao Ban was quite pitiful.

Teacher Ji, who taught the third period Pet and Nature class, liked to ask questions, especially to students with poor grades.

In the past, Qiao Sang was often called upon, but since she was absent recently, the pressure was distributed among a few people whose rankings were close to Qiao Sang’s.

“The Spotted Bud evolves into a Poison Powder Jasmine in the Lianke Region,” Teacher Ji said, stating the correct answer to the second fill-in-the-blank question on the test paper. After speaking, he reached up to adjust his glasses and asked, “Then who knows what the evolved form of the Spotted Bud is in the Liaoxi Region?”

Some Pets have fixed evolved forms, while others evolve into different forms depending on different evolution materials and environments.

The Spotted Bud is the latter; currently, it is known to have four different evolved forms under different environmental conditions.

The students sitting below all lowered their heads, staring intently at their test papers, afraid that if they looked up, they might accidentally make eye contact with Teacher Ji.

This test paper was distributed last week, and Qiao Sang didn’t have one. She was leaning sideways, looking at Fang Sisi’s paper with her.

Teacher Ji’s eyes looked towards the area where Qiao Sang, Fang Sisi, Guo Linze, and a bunch of academic underachievers were gathered.

Guo Linze instantly tensed up. He had been called upon to answer questions quite a bit recently. His eyes darted around, and he caught sight of Qiao Sang sitting to his front left.

“Qiao Sang, you don’t have a test paper, do you? You can use mine,” Guo Linze said softly, patting Qiao Sang’s shoulder.

They’ve been talking about the test paper for over ten minutes, and you’re giving it to me now?

Qiao Sang wanted to refuse. As she looked up and was about to turn her head, her eyes met Teacher Ji’s.

“Qiao Sang, you answer it.”

Qiao Sang: “…”

Guo Linze, you scheming man!

“Ice Powder Jasmine,” Qiao Sang replied, standing up.

Teacher Ji, seeing her answer, asked again, “What about in the Xi Lv Region?”

“Grass Powder Jasmine,” Qiao Sang said.

“Very good answer. Sit down,” Teacher Ji nodded with satisfaction and asked, “Does anyone know in which region the last type, Water Powder Jasmine, evolves?”

Qiao Sang sat down, turned around, and snatched the paper from Guo Linze’s desk, smiling, “Then I won’t be polite.”

Guo Linze was caught off guard. He tried to press down on the test paper with his hand, but couldn’t hold it down, and his hand hit the desk, making a considerable noise.

“Guo Linze, stand up and answer.”

Guo Linze: “…!”

Soon it was break time.

“Qiao Sang, the homeroom teacher is calling you,” the study committee member, Ma Xiao, walked over.

What was destined to come, eventually came.

Qiao Sang put down her book and went to the office with a completely different mood than last time.

“You’ve been absent for so many days. Come and fill out the leave slip,” Lao Ban said, opening a drawer and placing a leave slip on the table.

Qiao Sang’s eyes uncontrollably looked at Lao Ban’s head.

It was still a wig. She wondered what was underneath the wig…

“Qiao Sang,” Lao Ban called Qiao Sang’s name, his tone somewhat dangerous.

Qiao Sang quickly picked up the pen and started filling out the leave slip.

“Is your mom okay?” Lao Ban asked.

Qiao Sang was stunned for a moment, then replied, “She’s fine.”

Once the leave slip was filled out, Lao Ban picked up a notebook placed nearby and put it in front of Qiao Sang. “You’ve fallen behind a lot in your review progress these past few days. This is my previous student’s notes. He scored 632 on the high school entrance exam. Take it home and study it well.”

The total score for the high school entrance exam was 650, so scoring 632 was indeed not low.

Qiao Sang was silent for a moment and did not refuse. This was indeed what she needed most right now.

“Thank you, Teacher.”

Lao Ban waved his hand, signaling that she could leave.

Qiao Sang felt a mix of emotions. Lao Ban might have some flaws, but who doesn’t? At least he was beyond reproach when it came to his students.

Even if the reason he lost his precious hair was because of her, he wasn’t taking revenge on her now.

Qiao Sang felt extremely emotional and asked with concern, “Teacher, is your hair okay?”

Lao Ban’s expression froze, and he stood stunned.

After a while, Lao Ban took a deep breath and said, “Would your mother really keep you from school for such a long time because she was sick?”

Qiao Sang: “…”

…

…

After school, Qiao Sang decided to confess directly to her mother when she got home.

The consequences of some things being said by her versus being said by Lao Ban would definitely be different.

Who would have thought that her mother hadn’t returned home yet when she arrived?

“Fire Fang Dog, you mop here, I’ll mop there,” Qiao Sang said, handing a wet rag to the Fire Fang Dog and pointing to the right half of the living room.

Qiao Sang had already planned it out: when her mother came home and saw the room clean, the floor mopped, and dinner cooked, any anger she had would dissipate considerably.

“Ya!”

The Fire Fang Dog responded cheerfully, stepping on the rag with one paw and getting to work.

The Fire Fang Dog placed its right paw on the rag, then pushed hard with its left paw, sliding forward a distance with the rag.

“Ya.”

“Yaya~”

It kept barking happily while mopping.

Even though it was physical labor, the Fire Fang Dog seemed to be playing a fun game.

What a good child.

Qiao Sang was filled with satisfaction, picking up the mop and starting to mop the left half of the living room.

In the twilight, the pale orange light streamed through the glass onto the floor, illuminating the girl and the Fire Fang Dog.

Everything was so quiet and beautiful.

The Fire Fang Dog happily stepped on the rag, moving faster and faster, sliding quicker and quicker.

“Bang!”

A loud crash broke the tranquil moment.

Qiao Sang looked up and saw shattered porcelain all around the Fire Fang Dog.

Qiao Sang’s heart sank. Without thinking, she dropped the mop, ran to the Fire Fang Dog, picked it up, and checked it, asking worriedly, “Are you okay?”

“Ya!”

The Fire Fang Dog barked loudly and wagged its tail, indicating it was fine. It pointed its paw at the shards of celadon on the ground.

“Yaya ya.”

“Yaya.”

“Yaya.”

After explaining, the Fire Fang Dog felt a bit guilty, and its ears drooped.

“It’s okay if the vase broke, as long as you’re okay.”

After comforting the Fire Fang Dog, Qiao Sang’s gaze returned to the shards on the ground.

She remembered that her mother had brought this back from a trip to the Lianbo Region. The bottom of the vase seemed to have the signature of a Yu Beast Master her mother liked…

“Click.”

Just then, the door opened.

Qiao Sang turned to look at her mother’s face, and four words appeared in her mind.

My life is over…