Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: The Sword Hanging Over Their Heads Finally Falls Cruelly

Xi Zuzi lightly curled her lips: "Tell me."

Xi Rubao shook her phone, dancing with excitement:

"Mr. Wu and his mistress fled abroad last night, just moved into their new house, but early morning the circuits deteriorated and caught fire, and their house burned down."

"They were unfamiliar with the place, had no one to call for help, and just suffocated inside."

"The kid was innocent and lucky, got detained for observation at the airport last night due to a fever, thus survived. His parents committed sins, leaving the child to grow up in an orphanage."

"Do you think Mr. Wu and his mistress colluded back then to intentionally kill his ex-wife’s child?"

"Ah, regardless of whether they did or not, I love this ending where they burned with his mistress."

"Sis, am I being too schadenfreude? I just can’t help it."

In the classroom, Xi Rubao’s chain of excited noises caused a crowd to gather around to listen to the gossip, all began to clap in unison:

"Count me in for the schadenfreude!"

"Though it’s a bit unkind, the Ancestor in heaven will surely forgive us, right?"

Seeing the genuine emotions of these kids eagerly waiting for the grand finale, Xi Zuzi smiled slightly:

"Hmm. The debts we owe hang overhead like a sword, bound to fall eventually."

At first, the words seemed ordinary, but upon careful thought, everyone couldn’t help but feel a deep respect.

No one can escape the debts they are supposed to bear.

Punishments of law and society are not as grave as paying one’s debts early voluntarily.

Otherwise, the sword in the shadows will fall sooner or later.

The gray-haired old professor enters with lesson plans, only to find everyone wearing expressions of profound metaphysical contemplation.

He pats his hair: "Ahem, though finals are coming up, there’s no need for such tension. I’ve already highlighted the key points... Anyway, if you sort out the Pangu Tomb, you’ll at least pass."

Everyone: "..."

Professor, if we can unravel such a complex tomb, we’d all graduate with PhDs.

The old professor scans the room, suddenly recalling: "That student who took leave and missed half a semester, what was it Gu something Gu something Fire, isn’t he away exploring tombs? Wait till he returns for materials."

Everyone: "..."

Are the top student’s notes that easy to get? Plus, professor, the top student is Gu Jingyan, not Gu something Fire.

Xi Rubao however is carefree: "Nobody can borrow cousin Jing Yan’s notes, Herbal Fish will surely get them, Ancestor Sister, Qian Man, just wait for my finals!"

Wu Qianman: "BaoBao, you’re a medical student, history is just an elective, why such enthusiasm?"

Xi Rubao blinked: "Grandpa promised if I make the top three in the finals, I’ll get a VIP trip to the hot spring villa for three days and nights! So I’m charging ahead in electives too. Soaking in hot springs while it snows, aren’t you guys excited?"

"..."

In a study atmosphere full of enthusiasm, the finals approach day by day.

That evening, Xi Zuzi was accompanying kids during their evening self-study.

Gu Jingyan, weary and dusty, pushed open the classroom door and entered.

Having followed the Ancient Tomb Exploration Team working in the dark underground for over a month, the boy’s complexion was a bit pale, yet there was an unspeakable layer of dust over him, his body had become sturdier, but his clothes had become much older, his hair grown long to his ears for lack of grooming, his chin full of unshaven stubble.

The once elegant young man now possessed a weathered presence.

The classmates didn’t recognize him at first, but soon gasped with surprise and joy: "The top student is back? Notes! We need exam notes top student brother!"

Gu Jingyan ignored the flocking male and female classmates.

He coldly brushed through the crowd, his gaze falling on Xi Zuzi in the last row of the classroom.

Pressing his lips together, he spoke: "There’s been an incident at home, why are you guys still here?"