For Zi Ling's Mother, no matter how long it had been since she last returned, when those deeply buried memories resurfaced one by one, it was no exaggeration to say that she could find her way to the Dean's Office even with her eyes closed.
--Xiao Ling, you ran off with your younger siblings to cause trouble again. No dinner for you tonight!
--Stand outside the door. Stand there until midnight!
--Your skin's itching again, is that it? You want to taste the feather duster, don't you? Turn around and stand straight!
"So many years have passed, yet nothing has changed. They still keep a feather duster by the door..." Zi Ling's Mother picked up the feather duster outside the Dean's Office and muttered with a smile, "Who are you trying to scare, you old hag?"
The door to the Dean's Office was not fully closed. Zi Ling's Mother pushed it lightly, and it swung open.
But the Dean was not inside.
She blinked, then tiptoed into the office... There was actually another small room inside, the Dean's bedroom.
Ever since she was very, very young, Zi Ling's Mother had felt that the Dean was a workaholic who always seemed to have endless energy.
At that moment, she heard some movement coming from the small room inside.
She gently pushed the inner door open a crack and saw the Dean sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over... The smell of Yunnan Baiyao drifted over.
The Dean began tearing open a pain-relief patch, but she seemed unable to find the right spot. She failed several times.
"Old hag, need some help?" Zi Ling's Mother pushed the door open, leaned against the frame, tilted her head, and asked.
"Help? It would be enough if you didn't anger me to death."