New semester, Zhou Jiao diligently goes about her work, conducting herself with propriety.
The more undercurrent brews beneath, the more she spends a lot of time in the student department serving everyone, always smiling and not speaking in school.
Zhou Jiao understands better than anyone that the most trying times have arrived.
After multiple returns between the Big Courtyard and school, one accidental weekend before seeing the school had no events, they all agreed to go home together.
On the way back, a few people passed by a large mall, astonished to find the length of the queue beyond imagination.
Even the carefree Wan Dayong shouted, "What’s going on? It’s been half a month since I went home, and suddenly there are so many people. Is there some major event recently?"
"We came in and out along with you, who knows."
"Listen, there are quite a few regional dialects."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at them, shook his head silently.
"What’s up? Do you know? Right, you two often go home and must know the inside story."
Seeing many glowing eyes gazing at him, Zhang Guoqing felt pressured, looking around and whispered, "Residents from nearby cities and counties."
After speaking, seeing they were still puzzled, he didn’t say more, pointing to the high-priced restaurant not far away where there were even more people, and several could be seen hastily covering their stomachs.
Yi Jiefang nodded in understanding, "No wonder my mother said recent relatives came to visit, let me go see them. Seems they’re here for pickpocketing."
Wan Dayong asked nervously, "What relatives? Not distant ones, right? You better not be careless about it."
Several people including Ding Datou stared at Yi Jiefang.
"What? Can they be chased away once here? Seems like it’s my mother’s cousin. I don’t know the exact situation."
"Our courtyard guesthouse is fully booked." Zhang Guoqing interrupted coolly, making Wan Dayong and the others shiver instinctively.
"Oh no, so many outsiders flooding in, my uncle is going to be incredibly busy."
Zhou Jiao noted Geng Daguo’s straightforwardness, surprised he exclaimed loudly, drawing cold glares from nearby listeners. This foolish child!
"Let’s go, talk when we get home."
Seeing Zhou Jiao signaling with her eyes, everyone quickened their pace in understanding.
Upon leaving the intersection, Ding Datou suddenly slapped his head. The resounding smack startled the others into glaring.
He chuckled seeing them, whispering, "With more people, would criminals sneak in to cause trouble? Thankfully, there’s a sentinel at the courtyard gate."
Zhou Jiao’s heart skipped a beat, finally understanding why she’d been feeling anxious. Influenced by past instincts, she thought warmer weather attracted more tourists. How could she forget about the roles affluent people play, ensuring no wicked minds would exploit the chaos?
Earlier this year, the provincial city department store already lacked goods; why should Beijing ensure a steady supply? Unsatisfied hearts exist, and what acts would they take?
Zhou Jiao scanned the surroundings, seeing the buses driving down the street, with large airbags attached—her skin crawled with goosebumps.
Lowering her gaze to hide her panic, she lost interest in their murmured conversations, quickening her pace back to the Big Courtyard. Along the way, she pondered repeatedly about prevention.
Walking in the home, Zhou Jiao disregarded everything else, seeing the chubby Ping’an joyfully emerge from the living room, anxiously hugging him.
"You’re back? I’ll go add a dish."
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