Twisted Dreams-Chapter 93 - 65: The Contrasting Saint Zhang Shi’ai
South Sea, outside a small supermarket at Tianhe Building Materials Market.
Zhang Shi’ai walked out holding two bottles of water, twisting her waist as she headed toward the big truck.
She took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to the driver, smiling:
"Here, Brother Shan."
The truck driver was a man in his forties.
Named Hong Shan.
He was short, burly, and had been working in labor-intensive jobs for years.
Hong Shan took the water and cheerfully said:
"Thanks, miss. Almost got everything, right?
Get on, if we hurry, we can arrive by 7 PM."
At this moment, Zhang Shi’ai’s phone rang.
Zhang Shi’ai answered the call, walked to the side, and whispered:
"Congratulations, Yuxi, you’ve finally leveled up.
Yuxi, I’ll finish things up by the day after tomorrow at the latest.
You can help the master first, I’ll try to return early."
Chen Yuqi and Zhang Shi’ai became so close over this period that there was nothing they couldn’t discuss.
Apart from some secret competition for Li Yang’s favor, they were already close friends.
Half like that of plastic surgery type.
As partners, understanding each other was important.
Both Chen Yuqi and Zhang Shi’ai knew a bit about each other’s abilities.
After Chen Yuqi leveled up, she could gather the Power of Faith to help Li Yang strengthen his soul, which was crucial information Zhang Shi’ai also knew.
Zhang Shi’ai hung up and got on the truck.
After the truck left the market, a second-hand Santana discreetly followed behind.
Inside the second-hand Santana.
Wei Ming was still reminiscing about the sweet, enchanting smile Zhang Shi’ai showed when handing water to the truck driver.
Different from her seductive demeanor during live streaming, it was very pure.
He got himself lost in thoughts.
If he were the truck driver, it would be wonderful to drink water handed by such a beauty.
It would be even better if it was water the beauty had tasted.
Liang Yu glanced teasingly at Wei Ming:
"Smitten by her?
Don’t be fooled by a woman’s appearance."
Wei Ming, his daydream interrupted by Liang Yu, was slightly annoyed:
"I think Zhang Shi’ai might just like to act flirtatious on the surface but inside she’s just an ordinary girl.
She’s a female streamer; these days, what dancing streamers don’t toe the line?"
Liang Yu sneered coldly:
"This kind of woman isn’t any good.
I’ve seen lots of two-faced bitches who easily switch between innocent and sexy.
You can’t even count the fish in their ponds.
Don’t expect a wild woman on the outside to have a pure heart.
There are plenty of women who are pure on the outside but wild inside.
A woman like Zhang Shi’ai, countless foolish men would abandon their families and go bankrupt for her.
As an Extraordinary, she doesn’t lack money; seducing men and enjoying sex is her pleasure."
As he spoke, Liang Yu gave Wei Ming a meaningful look:
"Guess if that truck driver has slept with her? Just a slut."
Wei Ming felt a chill in his heart.
It seemed reasonable.
How could someone who acts so provocatively in live broadcasts be pure?
The words "evil" and "lewd" popped up in Wei Ming’s mind.
Liang Yu stopped discussing it with Wei Ming.
He focused intently on driving.
As a detective, tracking someone was child’s play, though it required energy and full concentration.
Liang Yu said:
"Did you check what I asked you to check?"
At that moment, Wei Ming’s phone rang just in time.
It was a text message.
Wei Ming looked at his phone, displaying a curious expression:
"Zhang Shi’ai bought five hundred bedrolls and five hundred mattresses."
Wei Ming continued browsing through his phone and said:
"Pork, chicken, beef and mutton, rice, flour, grains, and oil."
Wei Ming gazed incredulously at the truck ahead:
"Why did she buy so many daily supplies? What is she planning?"
Wei Ming was looking into Zhang Shi’ai’s spending record for today.
Because Zhang Shi’ai didn’t use online payments, only cash, to know what she bought, they had to dispatch the sheriff for onsite verification.
Liang Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously:
"She could be planning anything.
For instance, secretly training a group of combat personnel."
Wei Ming was stunned:
"Shouldn’t we call for backup?"
Liang Yu pondered for a moment:
"Call the local sheriff at any time."
...
The car kept driving until late evening.
They exited the highway, with cars on the road becoming increasingly scarce.
This was no longer South Sea but a mountainous area some distance away from South Sea.
The night grew thicker, and Wei Ming became increasingly uneasy.
Secretly training a group of fighters?
This kind of place is quite likely!
Will they really be in no danger?
Liang Yu said in a deep voice:
"There are no more vehicles or shelters for us to hide here.
They have already spotted our car lights.
We’re about to be discovered."
Wei Ming asked:
"Then what do we do? Turn back? Safety first!"
Liang Yu replied:
"They’ve already spotted us, leaving recklessly might provoke their killing intent, let’s follow them first."
The truck drove along the mountain road into a village, stopping at the entrance.
From afar, figures could be seen moving around.
Wei Ming’s heart was in his throat, as he reached for his gun from his jacket and disengaged the safety.
The vehicle moved slowly to the village entrance.
The scene before him left Wei Ming stunned.
By the roadside at the village entrance was a slope, and on the slope was a simple building.
The entire village was dimly lit, with only that mansion-like building illuminated.
Upon closer inspection, a wooden plaque on the iron gate had large characters written on it.
[Shi’ai Hope Primary School].
The driver, Huang Shan, along with the elderly and women were busy cheerfully unloading supplies from the truck.
A group of frail, thin children flocked around Zhang Shi’ai, as they headed towards the school with him.
The innocent laughter of children, the playful banter of the women, and the urging of the elderly lent a different kind of peace to the night.
Wei Ming and Liang Yu exchanged looks; could Zhang Shi’ai have bought these things for the children in poor mountainous areas?
An elderly man in a worn Zhongshan suit, dressed decently, approached their car.
He knocked on the door, warmly saying:
"Hello, I’m the village chief here.
Are you friends of Teacher Zhang?
Teacher Zhang mentioned bringing two friends this time, driving a gray car."
As expected, Zhang Shi’ai had noticed them long ago.
Liang Yu was the first to react, smilingly saying:
"Yes."
The village chief quickly opened the car door:
"It’s so late already, come on up for dinner, it’s ready.
The slope is difficult, the car can’t make it up."
Liang Yu and Wei Ming got out of the car, and the village chief personally led them up the slope, sighing as they walked:
"We’re heading into winter, thanks to Teacher Zhang’s support, the children can attend school in winter."
Wei Ming asked in confusion:
"If not for Zhang Shi... Teacher Zhang, can’t the children attend school in winter?
The school is at the village entrance, not having to rush down mountain roads, surely there’s no fear of being snowbound."
The village chief replied:
"You two aren’t aware.
Yu Lu Village is the best-off village in the area.
Children from the surrounding villages also attend school here.
In summer, it’s easier; people bring potatoes from home, and the school helps to prepare meals.
In the evening, they can walk home after class.
In winter, it’s not feasible; it’s too cold, and the roads aren’t easy to navigate.
To attend classes, they must stay at the school.
With so many children, meals and lodging are issues."
The village chief further lamented:
"It’s tough, the young men from the village work outside, only returning once a year during the Spring Festival.
It’s just the women and us elderly folks, left to look after these children."
Wei Ming reached the slope, standing at the school gate looking down.
The entire village was dark, evidently lacking electricity or having poor power.
It’s hard to imagine this is the best-off village in the area.
Even harder to imagine in this day and age, such a group of children still exists.
Aren’t today’s elementary students supposed to be living a life of drinking milk tea after waking up, and playing Kings of Glory when bored?
Liang Yu suddenly asked:
"Did Teacher Zhang ever mention where she got the money to buy all these things?"
The village chief was taken aback:
"Aren’t you colleagues of Teacher Zhang, all teaching in the city?"
Liang Yu fell silent.
The village and the children are unaware that Zhang Shi’ai’s money is earned from performing borderline dances, right?
He felt his own face hurt, hurt by his own hands.
During the day he said, Zhang Shi’ai was a debauched and despicable person, but at night he found out she had always been sponsoring a poor mountain school.
What kind of person is she if not a wicked and corrupted one, then what am I?
Even the school was named after Zhang Shi’ai.
He’s seen contrasts before but never a saintly persona overturner.
"Dear colleagues, why don’t you come in? Dinner is soon ready."
A gentle voice echoed at the school gate, causing both Liang Yu and Wei Ming to shudder.
They slowly turned around to find a beauty who could leave any man breathless, standing with her arms crossed, staring coldly at them.
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PS: I no longer dare to post two Chapters at once. The last Chapter was reviewed, and if it were censored, it would have been too troublesome.
