Lop-eared Guard ( Official Translation)

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Lop-Eared Guard – 50

27th Nov 2022

By: Fel, Jie

Shao Wenchi’s primary school security was extremely strict. The school was mostly made up of prominent aristocratic children, so they would not be able to handle the responsibility should any danger come across them. 

But nothing was 100% foolproof. If someone wanted to, they would be able to find an opportunity.

During the second class every afternoon, the cleaning staff would take out the whole day’s garbage from the back door of the school playground. And every second class on Wednesday afternoons was when Shao Wenchi’s class had P.E.

Children at this age were active and noisy. P.E. was usually only scheduled to be 20 minutes of physical training, and the other 20 minutes was left for the students to free play.

Lu Shangjin’s car was parked a few dozen meters away from the back door of the school, his eyes falling on Jiang Xiaohong as she wobbled towards the back door. 

As the situation on Jiang Xiaohong’s suspension had yet to be announced to the whole school, the cleaner still greeted Jiang Xiaohong with a smile, “Miss Jiang, how come you’re coming from back here?”

Her shoulders shuddered hard, she tried hard to calm herself and let out a dry laugh, “There’s a student’s home in this direction. Since I didn’t have any class to teach, I paid them a visit.”

The cleaner pushed the garbage out the back door where there was a large trash bin in front of the door. He lowered his head and propped up the lid, putting bag after bag of daily garbage neatly in, half his body reaching into the can.

Jiang Xiaohong took this time to call Shao Wenchi over. 

Wenchi was completely unguarded towards his homeroom teacher, even though his gege had told him never to leave the school grounds without his bodyguard by his side.

Jiang Xiaohong took Wenchi’s small hands and led him to where Lu Shangjin was parked.

Lu Shangjin gave her a sum of money to have her bring Wenchi out before the glandular hunters pursued the lead.

She guessed that Lu Shangjin was a glandular hunter, having a gun held to her throat and yet having to do as she was told. 

Furthermore, the reward given by Lu Shangjin was a salary she couldn’t earn from even ten years of teaching. She and her daughter need not worry for their survival anymore. 

Other people’s children were uncomparable to your own gold and valuables. Just bite the bullet and forget about it; consciousness won’t feed you. 

In the short few dozen meters over, Jiang Xiaohong’s heart welled up with anxiety. 

Wenchi looked up. Blinking his eyes, he asked, “Teacher, why didn’t you come teach us? Why haven’t you given out this time’s composition yet?”

Jiang Xiaohong often read well-written essays out to the class, commenting carefully on how well it was written. Wenchi liked the composition class the most. 

This little spider’s talent for composition was higher than his peers, his young and tender words always giving shine to things that others couldn’t see. When other children wrote about helping grandmothers cross the road and making up some trivia to make up the numbers, he wrote about ants on a maple leaf.

Jiang Xiaohong asked him before, and Wenchi said, even if he suddenly laid down on the road to stare at something, gege would never scold him. Instead he would crouch next to him quietly waiting, and when he stood up, he helped him pat the dust off his clothes.