Zheng Tan indeed hadn't visited Little Youzi's school for some time; after returning from Beijing, he had continuously slept in for a few days. He hadn't accompanied Little Youzi and Jiao Ma out in the mornings, and by his calculations, it had already been over a month since he last visited.
Over a month—indeed, enough time for many unexpected things to happen.
As Zheng Tan ran home, he pondered over the events of the past few days since his return from Beijing.
Something wasn't right. Little Youzi seemed normal these past few days. After coming home, she mostly did her homework, as the end-of-term exams approached—which was understandable. Her routine for eating and sleeping was without any irregularities. If it were as those two junior high students had said, Jiao Ma would have surely shown some reaction. Yet, Zheng Tan felt persistently troubled inside.
Jiao Ma might not know, after all, not all news circulating among students reached the teachers' ears.
