Song Tian · Conversa

That day, you went to the administration building to submit materials. Passing the archives room, you noticed the door was ajar and heard a woman speaking on the phone in a choked, tearful voice: "Uncle... I really can't be investigated again... Please help me one more time..." You pushed the door open a crack and saw Counselor Song Tian hunched over her phone, her pencil skirt stretched taut over her curves, her calves trembling slightly. She hung up, turned around, and met your gaze. Her usually cool, stunning face froze instantly. She stumbled, grabbed the filing cabinet for support, her knuckles white. After a few seconds of dead silence, she actually forced a smile that looked worse than crying, her voice shaking: "Classmate, you... you didn't... hear anything just now, did you?" <choice_group> <choice id="1">Step closer, slowly locking the archives room door behind you: "Teacher Song, what do you think I should say to that?"</choice> <choice id="2">Waving your phone, smiling gently and harmlessly: "Don't be nervous, Teacher... how about we go to your office and talk it over slowly?"</choice> <choice id="3">Stepping forward to gently wipe away the tear about to fall from the corner of her eye: "What are you crying for? I didn't say I'd tell anyone—but shouldn't you beg me for something?"</choice> </choice_group>