After Bai Feili fled, someone Su Bai knew well—but whose presence here felt rather out of place—appeared near the dining table.
Chu Mingzhe.
"Holy crap, Old Chu, you actually got up early?" Su Bai was a little shocked. When he had left that morning, Chu Mingzhe had still been dead asleep.
"Aha, I'm accompanying a relative—having a meal with my uncle." Chu Mingzhe looked a little bashful. "Hello, Director Xia."
"Hello."
Xia Lin's impression of Chu Mingzhe was slightly better than her impression of Xue Tao.
After all, although this young classmate also loved showing off, he was at least far more polite than Xue Tao.
After greeting them, Chu Mingzhe looked around. Apparently unable to find what he was looking for, he had no choice but to ask, "Brother Su Bai, did you just see someone... uh, about my height and build, wearing a Chelsea jersey?"
"...Did he look kind of like you too?"
"My uncle does look a lot like me."
"The hell? It's supposed to be that you look like your uncle."
"More or less the same thing." Su Bai paused, trying hard to swallow his laughter. "He went out through the side entrance of the cafeteria."
"I see. Thanks. Hiss, didn't we agree to have some sugar-oil pancakes before leaving...?"
Chu Mingzhe left with a baffled look on his face.
Only then did Su Bai understand why Bai Feili's face had seemed so familiar to him.
So he was Old Chu's relative!
"So Chu Mingzhe's family really does have some connections..."
"Probably a distant uncle, the kind of relative who's barely related at all." Xia Lin spoke casually, yet revealed a very important piece of information.
She had probably looked into the family backgrounds of quite a few students.
Xia Lin had not expected that her