Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Jiang Siming, unable to withstand the small guilt in his heart, ultimately decided to be straightforward with Yin Zirou and said, "Ms. Yin, I’m actually not a teacher. I’m just a parent, sneaking into the school to have a look."

Yin Zirou, twirling a lock of hair behind her ear, smiled and said, "I knew that long ago."

"Then why did you still call me Teacher Jiang?" Jiang Siming was surprised. Yin Zirou’s pretty lips curved into a dignified and graceful smile.

"Even though you’re not a real teacher, your piano skills are more than enough to be my teacher. Isn’t it reasonable for me, who wants to be your disciple, to call you teacher?" So that’s how it is. Jiang Siming thought he was in trouble, but now that it’s out in the open, he feels better and doesn’t have to feel like he’s doing something wrong all the time.

"It’s not excessive. You can call me whatever you want." Jiang Siming felt greatly relieved.

"Isn’t your name also fake? Do you plan to keep it hidden from me forever?" Yin Zirou smiled slyly at Jiang Siming.

"Cough, of course not, my name is Jiang Siming." Jiang Siming was very embarrassed, wishing he hadn’t used an alias earlier. It’s all because of watching too much "Love Apartment," being brainwashed by Lu Zijiao.

Yin Zirou glanced at the big basket in Jiang Siming’s hand and asked in surprise, "Teacher Jiang, did you buy so many vegetables? Are they for just one person?"

Jiang Siming nodded and said, "Yes, I can eat a lot. My girlfriend and I, she eats very little, so it’s mostly me eating." Looking at the small basket in Yin Zirou’s hand, which contained only a few potatoes and tomatoes, it made Jiang Siming seem like a big eater (laughing and crying).

"I see you’re carrying so much. Let me help you with some of it," Yin Zirou said. Jiang Siming was about to say no, but couldn’t resist Yin Zirou’s insistence, so he gave her some light vegetables while he continued to carry fish and wild rabbits.

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Yin Zhirou shook her head with a smile and said, "No need, I live in this neighborhood, it’s just a few steps away."

"You live alone? You bought so little food." Jiang Siming asked curiously.

Yin Zhirou nodded and replied, "Yes, I live in Suzhou, but I teach in Shanghai alone."

Jiang Siming glanced at the surrounding environment. This market area had a mix of people and was somewhat remote. He was really worried about a girl living here on her own.

Moreover, she even had heart disease. God knows how her family could be at ease.

"Can your family be at ease letting you live alone? What if you have an attack?" Jiang Siming said.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Yin Zhirou’s face, but she finally shook her head and said, "It’s okay, as long as I take my medicine, I’ll be fine."

Seeing that she didn’t want to talk about it, Jiang Siming didn’t push further.

The two walked out of the market. At the entrance of the market, there was a male beggar squatting and begging, with a crippled child on his back.

Passersby, seeing the crippled child, couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, and most of them gave money.

The kind-hearted Yin Zhirou walked over and took out the remaining loose change from her shopping, handing it to the beggar.

But the beggar, seeing that the woman only gave a dozen or so yuan, and noticing Jiang Siming’s expensive attire, was not satisfied.

"Thank you, thank you, kind person, can you give me a little more? My child hasn’t eaten for a long time."

Yin Zhirou’s face turned a bit embarrassed. She searched her pockets and found that she only brought a few dozen yuan for shopping today, and after spending, she had only a dozen or so yuan left, which she had already given to the beggar.

Jiang Siming was about to take out some money, but upon hearing what the beggar said, he withdrew his hand from his pocket. He also keenly noticed from the side that the male beggar had secretly pinched the disabled child behind him.

Then, the disabled little boy pitifully said to Yin Zhirou, "Sister, I haven’t eaten for a long time. Can you give me something to eat, sniff sniff..."

Yin Zhirou’s sympathy overflowed, and she said to JiangSiming, somewhat embarrassed, "Teacher Jiang, can you lend me two hundred yuan? I’ll pay you back when I get home."

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "If you were borrowing money for something else, I’d lend you any amount, but not for this."

Yin Zhirou was taken aback and asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Because giving money to someone like him is just not worth it." Jiang Siming felt more and more that there was something off about the male beggar. His ’Emperor of Shadows’ skills told him that everyone’s expression and eyes reflected their true intentions.

The male beggar’s eyes and expression told Jiang Siming that this man was absolutely not a beggar. When the male beggar heard Jiang Siming say this, a look of venom flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by a look of ’pity.’

"Sir, my son and I are already so pitiful, why do you have to say such things? We may be beggars, but we are human beings too. How can you discriminate against us like this? The world is so unfair, we are truly unfortunate..." The male beggar’s ’wailing’ attracted the attention of passersby, and many began to point and stare at Jiang Siming and Yin Zhirou.

"What’s going on?"

"Do you need to ask? Didn’t you hear what the beggar said?"

"It must be that this couple is discriminating against the beggar, thinking they are better than everyone else."

"The world has truly declined. What right do they have to think they are better than beggars? I think they are even worse than beggars!"

"They are the dregs of society!"...

The voices of disapproval around her made Yin Zhirou feel as if she were sitting on pins and needles. As a teacher, how could she endure such gossip? "Teacher Jiang, I beg you, lend me the money. I will pay you back double, even five times."

"Ah~" Jiang Siming sighed and said, "I know you are in a difficult situation now, but if I give it to you, it would be like aiding a tyrant. It will only fuel the arrogance of such a petty person."

"Everyone can hear me! He even calls me a villain. My son and I are struggling in this society, merely wishing for three meals a day and to survive. Is it so wrong that society can’t tolerate us? Oh, my wife, why did you abandon us so cruelly? Take me with you, I can’t bear it anymore, wail wail wail..." The male beggar rolled on the ground, his words touching and sorrowful, easily evoking sympathy from passersby.

It just so happened that Qian Xiaojia, who was filming an outdoor program, was passing by. Seeing the commotion, he immediately ran over with his phone.

He was stunned for two seconds when he saw Jiang Siming, then whispered to the outdoor assistant by his side, "Isn’t this person Ming the mixed-breed?"

He used to call him "Ming God," but after Jiang Siming gave him a stern talking-to, he changed his nickname.

"It’s him! Definitely!" The assistant confirmed.

Qian Xiaojia immediately showed an excited expression.

"You have your day too, I will ruin your reputation right now!"