Ch50 - Five small saplings that had matured into strong and healthy trees!
Translator: Reiyu; Editor: Pyrrhae
On this day seventy years later, the old principal had finally become aware of the fact that he was already dead. Now that he had personally seen that the students he saved all those years ago were doing well, his resentments were significantly reduced. Not only did he regain his appearance from when he was living, but he also came back to himself.
He paced back and forth on the stage, gazing fervently upon the students and teachers below before glancing at the school leaders and the five old people on stage.
"They're so big now..." The old principal looked upon the five old people with a happy face full of gratification.
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As if watching over five small saplings that had matured into strong and healthy trees!
"It's not wartime anymore, is it?" The old principal guessed to himself, crying and laughing.
Lin Feiran, who cried very easily, now felt his eyes burn. But he did not want to cry here, so he bit his lip and fought the tears welling in his eyes.
At this time, Gu Kaifeng suddenly flicked Lin Feiran's cheek with a finger. "RanRan, you're crying again?"
Hearing Gu Kaifeng's words, Lin Feiran could not hold back anymore and two tears, which he had been suppressing for a long time, fell and spattered against his uniform pants.
"Were you moved by the speech?" Gu Kaifeng quickly pulled a tissue from his pocket and pressed it into Lin Feiran's hands. Lin Feiran's silence served as his admission. He took the tissue then wiped his eyes and blew his nose.
Lin Feiran, who had been forced to absorb Yang energy, could no longer see ghosts. With the old principal on stage having vanished, he did not feel as much like crying. The alumni representative had also finished her speech, so now it was the student representative's turn to speak. The script was formal and stereotypical, and it helped further calm Lin Feiran's emotions.
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"I'm fine," Lin Feiran whispered. His voice was a little nasal and sounded even softer than usual.
When Lin Feiran cried, his watery eyes became exceptionally bright, and his dampened eyelashes appeared especially black. Most people were uglier when crying than when not, but when Lin Feiran cried, he was even more good-looking than usual. He both incited sympathy and invited abuse.
Would he cry as much in bed? Gu Kaifeng kept glancing at Lin Feiran, his heart tumultuous. In his mind, he was already imagining 108 ways to make Lin Feiran cry in bed!
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"What are you looking at..." Lin Feiran was uneasy under Gu Kaifeng's naked stare.
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