C18 It Was a Female Ruffian

They used to email each other, and sometimes, if they did, they would talk every night, sharing news of each other.

Hsu Xiangwan would tell her teacher about her recent troubles and problems. The teacher would also patiently use positive and positive words to enlighten and guide her.

They wouldn't be able to talk to each other for a month. She didn't dare to disturb her teacher, and she wouldn't send emails.

She had asked her teacher for other contact information, phone numbers, or Wechat, but her teacher had tactfully rejected them.

The teacher said that sometimes, distance could make a person beautiful, and she did not want Hsu Xiangwan to feel burdened. So, it was better to maintain such a distance and distance.

She was disappointed and frustrated, but she could only remain silent.

She had thought of all kinds of possibilities. Perhaps her teacher's kindness was thick and heavy. Perhaps, her teacher had also helped many other students. If every student came to disturb him like she did, wouldn't her teacher be exhausted? So he should know something. He had to learn how to use distance to measure his relationship with others.

She had thought about the teacher's appearance countless nights. Perhaps, she was a gentle and kind female teacher who wore glasses. Just like her mother and sister, she could always be the beacon when she was confused.

As she grew older and got used to the tone of the teacher in the email, she believed that this teacher was not a female teacher but a male teacher.

She had the impression that the male teacher, too, was a gentle, well-read man with thick glasses, dressed in a rather old-fashioned checked shirt, and perhaps a little bald.

Imagination was always good, and infinitely arbitrary, and she could always put the image of the teacher into her imagination, into the image of a gentleman who thought himself perfect and too handsome to be human.

She sighed lightly and touched the hot notebook that was plugged in, her eyes staring straight ahead. [When will this teacher, who only exists in my imagination, send me an email?]

I really want to say hello. Teacher, how have you been?

...

"Is there anyone? Open the door!" A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Landlord!"

Mr. Landlord?

Why did Mr. Landlord come to her house so late at night?

Judging from his tone, he did not come with good intentions.

"Girl, it's time to pay the rent for next month."

Hsu Xiangwan was a little dazed. Wasn't there still a few days left? Why was she rushing her so much? Was she bullying her?

She had experienced this kind of unfair treatment many times since she was young. Because she came from a single-parent family, the teachers and classmates in the school did not like her very much.

People always liked to pick the softest persimmon. Even if they crushed it, no one would support her. So, this was how the phrase 'bully the weak' came about.

As for the neighbors, if they didn't step on Ye Xiao when he was in trouble, they would be considered as benefactors. A lonely woman raising a child on her own. One could imagine how difficult it was for her.

She didn't have many friends. Only a few of them could truly help her.

She didn't want others to see her helpless face.

Why did the landlord come so many days earlier to ask for rent? Wasn't it because she was just a little girl who was weak and easy to bully?

She picked up the cigarette that she had bought for a long time and put it in her mouth. Her movements of lighting the cigarette butt with a lighter were smooth and natural, and then the tattoo on her shoulder was deliberately exposed.

After opening the door, the first thing she did was to spit out the cigarette in her mouth.

"It's not even the thirtieth yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"

The landlady was obviously shocked by the smell of the cigarette. She thought there was a man living in the house, but when she took a closer look, she realized that it was the girl opposite her who was smoking.

She used her palm to fan the smoke. Only then did she seriously look at the tenant opposite her.

She was obviously a weak little girl. However, her arm was covered with tattoos, and she was smoking and drinking. Humph. It was obvious that she was a troublemaker who liked to fight.

Hsu Xiangwan's hair was messy on her shoulders and in front of her forehead. It was lying quietly on her eyelashes and nose bridge. Her lazy and indifferent ruffian-like attitude made the landlady think that she was a streetwalker who was not to be trifled with.

She blamed her old man a little. Didn't they agree to rent it to a girl? Why would he rent it to such a girl? When she had nothing better to do, her friends would come and sit at her house, and the house would be ruined.

The landlady met her gaze and wanted to say a few more words, but she was completely shocked by the fierceness in her eyes. Unfortunately, she could not find the right words to describe this fierceness subconsciously. It was as if this house belonged to her and she was the tenant.

The lady didn't want to accept it. She didn't want to be suppressed by a little girl. She put her hands on her waist and said in a weird tone,

"Lady, it is not good for you to smoke in the house, is it? Besides, what's the difference between the 30th and the 25th? It would be here in a blink of an eye. If you give it to us in advance, we can still kick you out in advance. If you think it's appropriate today, just give it to me. I happen to be free today..."