Chapter 82 - Teacher Shi I
It was snowing heavily in the middle of winter outside the window, but the room had enough heating. It was even hot enough to wear shorts. Coupled with three rounds of spicy barbecue and small beer, Director Mark Li felt that the whole world suddenly became artistic, and there was something even more charming—Mr. Han was not there.
Since they had to film in a school, they, of course, needed to deal with the school management organization. There were many messy things that needed to be stamped. The assistant director ran out into the cold wind with two piles of plateau red and fell tragically ill within a day, so Bai Xi He was “very kind” and lent him his bodyguard.
Director Mark Li burst into tears when he heard the news. Such a good thing, which achieved multiple goals with one stone, was rare in a hundred years.
Mr. Han was tall and well-dressed, with a very elegant and handsome appearance. He pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fair and slender fingers. Coupled with his magnetic low, hoarse voice, he was very suitable for working with the Logistics Department, Security Department, and Academic Affairs Department, dealing with old aunties from various institutions, and he was always responsive to their requests.
When he was resting at night, Bai Xi looked through the thick stack of faculty and staff lists on the bed and really couldn’t understand why he received such a thing.
“I’ve already looked at it, but there are no clues,” Han Zhuo said.
Bai Xi asked doubtfully, “Is there no one surnamed Shi? Not one?”
“Yes, but one was a twenty-year-old intern teacher, female; and the other was roughly the same age and gender, but he was not a teacher, rather a librarian named Shi Xiangguang,” Han Zhuo answered.
“The age and gender match. Regardless of whether he was a teacher or not, you have to go check it out,” Bai Xi said, flipping through two pages of the list and continuing to ask, “But are you really sure Linda didn’t lie?” Even if the underground warehouse was tightly monitored at that time, under the same conditions, since she could say the words “Teacher Shi,” she should also have been able to say his full name. There was no reason to only tell you a surname.
“Is it possible that Linda didn’t know his full name at all?” Han Zhuo hypothesized.
“A daughter who doesn’t know the full name of her father, who has been with her day and night for more than ten years?” Bai Xi couldn’t imagine, “Wouldn’t this be too weird?”
“I don’t think it’s unreasonable, but in this world, nothing is unexpected,” Han Zhuo said. “I will go to the library to take a look tomorrow and let you know if there is any news.”
“I really wanted to go out with you,” Bai Xi fell on him with the quilt covering his body, very annoyed. Because Director Mark Li was so amazingly powerful, Mr. Bai had now developed to the point where his head started to hurt whenever he heard “movies,” “literature,” “drama,” and the like, especially “Shakespeare” and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
Mr. Han was very satisfied with this unexpected gain and successfully brought Teacher Steve back to the first place. He lowered his head and kissed the soft lips, reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp. The night gradually became deep and peaceful, and Bai Xi slept soundly. The only bad thing was that he had a dream of being frivolously touched by a tentacle monster all night long—it was so sci-fi and obscene. As a result, he was not in a good mood after meeting Director Mark Li the next day and unilaterally concluded that the source of his nightmare was the twisted and post-modern space props on the set.
“Yes, yes, Xiao Bai is right across from me,” Mark Li answered the phone and motioned to his assistant to make coffee for Bai Xi. He was beaming with joy. Sure enough, he no longer screamed for his mother to come to visit him in the desert. This made him happy. Ms. Zhuang on the other end of the phone was very happy because she could finally fall in love with Dean Niu with peace of mind.
However, when she called Niu Daxiang, no one answered, and he automatically hung up three or four times in a row, which made Zhuang Yan a little dissatisfied. The nurse at the hospital told her that the director would not be able to go to work until the afternoon and had something to do in the morning.
“Maybe he was preparing a gift for you.” The little nurse knew the relationship between the two and heard the displeasure in the tone of the overbearing female CEO, so she hurriedly coaxed her.
“You little girls are really good,” Zhuang Yan complained with a smile. “Forget it, ask him to call me back as soon as possible after he goes to work.”
The nurse agreed and sent a text message to the dean. Liang Yi glanced at the flickering screen, put the phone back in, and continued to report work to the person on the phone. He didn’t mention Han Zhuo and Bai Xi, only that Shi Tian seemed to be investigating information about L University through Feng Qi’s relationship recently.
“You know, there is a lot of aerospace information and excellent space researchers there. After all, L City is quite close to the satellite launch base,” Liang Yi said. “I don’t know what Shi Tian’s ultimate purpose is, but this matter is obviously beyond the scope of his responsibility.”
“I will arrange to handle this matter,” the other party said, then asked again, “Also, how are Zhou Yong’s daughter and wife?”
“The condition is good. I have controlled Mrs. Zhou’s powers, and Zhou Jing’s bones are gradually recovering,” Liang Yi said. “They won’t affect Zhou Yong’s work status. In fact, among the management of the institute, he’s one of the few people who could refute Feng Qi face to face, so I suggested that he be given more power gradually.”
“Besides these?” the other party continued to ask. “Is there anything else to report?”
“There is one thing, but I am not sure at the moment,” Liang Yi smiled slightly. “It’s also related to Shi Tian. He seemed to be researching zombie viruses recently, so we may need to increase supervision to prevent him from making another trouble.”