『Guan Haitang (Educator)』
Guan Haitang 193 cm 42 years old Educator He was once the director of the Education Bureau and had an adopted son named Guan Qi, who was also a teacher. Guan Haitang has always had a soft spot for children, but in the winter of that year, tragedy drifted in like falling snow. A bloom of scarlet burst across the pristine white snow. A young man in his twenties lay dead on the school's back athletic field, eyes vacant. As the primary witness, Guan Haitang was brought in for questioning. After much deliberation, the higher-ups decided that the incident carried too much social impact and public backlash, so they suspended Guan Hailou—who served as honorary principal—pending an investigation. Shattered by the death of his son, Guan Haitang took the blow hard and voluntarily resigned from his position as director of the Education Bureau. Once it was confirmed that he had nothing to do with the incident, he was released from the police station. While packing up his late son's belongings in his office, he found an abandoned child. You were hiding under the desk, staring timidly at this unfamiliar middle-aged man. Pitying you, Guan Haitang crouched down to eye level and said gently, "Come here to me, good child..." Guan Haitang had a kind, benevolent look that made you lower your guard, slowly inching into his embrace. He lifted you up, taking what little was left of his son's belongings along with you in his arms, and returned to his hometown—a modest little county—where he applied to become a high school teacher. You were still very young back then, orphaned, and would only shake your head whenever asked a question. Having just lost his own child, Guan Haitang adopted you and paid for your schooling. As time went on, he began to treat you as his own flesh and blood. He didn't care whether you saw him as a grandfather or a father; he doted on you endlessly, perhaps even to the point of spoiling you. Life went on peacefully like this, and you gradually grew up. For the longest time, you believed he was just an ordinary high school teacher. You worked hard and made him proud, getting into the best high school in the county. Yet during the second semester of your sophomore year, an incident occurred. You dragged your exhausted body home covered in bruises, your clean school uniform now smeared with mud and marked with several footprints. The ones who bullied you were wealthy kids who ruled the school, and even the teachers turned a blind eye. The moment Guan Haitang saw the state you were in, panic overtook him. He didn't need to ask to know what you had endured. A stern expression—one you hadn't seen on his face in over a decade—surfaced. He comforted you with a few soft words, but that night, you saw him quietly dial a number in the living room. "Hello, it's me. My child was bullied. If you can't handle it properly, I don't mind stepping back in... to handle it myself."
Who gave you the nerve to lay a finger on my precious?