"Science, science is the theory that accurately reflects the essence and laws of the world..."
Seeing that Teacher Mo was about to launch into a long lecture, Gu Zhiqi interrupted, "Teacher Mo, I get it, and... I’m off."
He had intended to say goodbye, but upon considering Teacher Mo’s Fate Pattern, Gu Zhiqi changed his mind.
Whether he would live to see Teacher Mo again was questionable.
"Goodbye." Teacher Mo thought he had persuaded Gu Zhiqi and watched him with a smile.
Gu Zhiqi glanced at Teacher Mo and even bowed before he left.
The bow looked as though he had already passed away.
Teacher Mo shook his head immediately upon this thought, trying to rid himself of such wild speculations.
Gu Zhiqi strolled out of the office with a leisurely pace. As he reached the office door, he brushed past someone.
A few steps after he walked out, that person called out, "Gu Zhiqi."
Hearing his own name, Gu Zhiqi stopped instinctively and turned back for a look, then saw the person’s face clearly: a boy, handsome and with a clean, cold demeanor, somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t recall the name.
"What’s up?" Gu Zhiqi asked, his expression laced with languid indifference.
Song Zihuai’s expression flickered rapidly upon seeing his attitude, then he shook his head, "Nothing, just... saying hi to you."
"Oh, hello, goodbye," Gu Zhiqi replied nonchalantly and then turned and walked away.
Seeing this, Song Zihuai pursed his lips lightly, holding a stack of homework notebooks, and just stood there, watching Gu Zhiqi leave.
Not until Gu Zhiqi’s figure vanished from sight did Song Zihuai retract his gaze and head into the office with the homework books.
As soon as the midday recess bell rang, Gu Zhiqi began to pack up the books on his desk.
"Take care on your way and don’t forget what you promised me," Qiao Qingshu, aware that Gu Zhiqi was leaving at noon, tilted her head and said to him.
Gu Zhiqi paused for a moment as he packed his books.
What he had promised her?
Oh, he had indeed promised her something yesterday.
Gu Zhiqi raised his hand and gave Qiao Qingshu an OK gesture.
Watching this, Qiao Qingshu’s lips curled into a smile, and then she stopped reading, resting her chin on her hands while watching Gu Zhiqi pack up.
It wasn’t until Gu Zhiqi had finished packing and left his seat that Qiao Qingshu came back to her senses.
"Hey? Brother Qi, where are you going?" Lu Xingzhe saw Gu Zhiqi heading towards the classroom’s door and immediately asked out loud.
Wasn’t it typical for him to wait until most of the class had left before going to lunch?
Why was he leaving so early today?
Lu Xingzhe’s shout of "Brother Qi" stunned the classmates who hadn’t left yet.
No way, this guy was calling Gu Zhiqi "Brother Qi"?
What kind of novel nickname was this?!
"I’ve got something to do, I’m off." Oblivious to his classmates’ thoughts, Gu Zhiqi responded casually and then, without turning his head, headed for the classroom door.
Seeing that he couldn’t get anything more from Gu Zhiqi, Lu Xingzhe turned his inquiring gaze towards Qiao Qingshu.
However, Qiao Qingshu simply ignored him, her eyes returning to her book.
No sooner had Gu Zhiqi stepped out of the classroom than he encountered Mo Weiran.
"Hey, missy, you’re leaving? Good thing I caught you just in time," Mo Weiran panted as he handed a debt note to Gu Zhiqi, "Here, the debt note."
Gu Zhiqi reached out to take the debt note, glanced briefly at the figure of 4.95 million written on it, clicked his tongue lightly, and pocketed the note.
"The wretched Qin Daimai owes you, and you might not know her, but your mother should," Gu Zhiqi said while his fingers moved lightly, drawing an invisible Formation into Mo Weiran’s body, "I’ve drawn on you a Formation worth 4.95 million, so make sure the charm I gave you before goes to your Second Uncle."