"I'd rather be a crime fighting detective too," Milo laughed as he looked on the computer, typing away, "Working on a dig or something crazy like that wouldn't catch my fancy."<br/><br/>He stopped typing, looking up and giving her a big grin. Patting his belly a little, he grinned even more.<br/><br/>"Besides, even if it's nothing, a gut filled with nice food like this probably should follow instinct. Not to sound culturally inept, but back in the states, lots of people saw most Asian countries as extremely family oriented. Besides, to be honest, from what I've seen, someone from a rich family like that would have to be. Money does indeed talk, especially when 'daddy' is the one giving it away. Anyways dove, what makes you think you'd be the peasant, and not the princess?"<br/><br/>His smile broadened again, as he turned his head, and continued his search, more attention awaiting her reply than his progress.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>An Bo looked at the children in his class, and even though he didn't know how to voice his opinion, he could tell they knew something wasn't sitting right with him. They had all behaved better, they'd done their work without complaints, and the general attitude of the room just felt, wrong. He'd always thought to himself that the best way to encourage a child's youth was to make it a positive one, and strove to be happy in front of the children. But even in his sleep, the sight of Wuqing being attacked, the light in her room going out, it drove him wild. What could a simple teacher offer to Wuqing what the handsome Lengxie couldn't? He wasn't a constable, he wasn't the most physically fit. Long days of work for him weren't saving someone else from peril, but having to deal with a stubborn child. His lineage wasn't that of royal descent, his parents were farmers, as were his parents' parents.<br/><br/>"Lin laoshi, ni hao ma?" asked the students the day after this had all happened. Even though it'd been a week, he wasn't sure he could face her, and see the way she'd talked to Lengxie, or the light going out in her room, the way she'd fearlessly defended herself, while he just watched. Brooding over thoughts of what could have been, he hadn't slept well, and it was affecting the students, in a manner he didn't like.<br/><br/>"Class, you are all dismissed early today, I've got some personal things I need to work on. Practice this week's lessons, I want to see nothing but scholars in here tomorrow!" He tried to say with a smile, a cheery tone. Should he try to contact her? Would she even want his contact after he'd just stood there? Even though that wheel chair kept her so close to the ground, he'd never felt like something was ever more out of his reach, and it tore his heart. Longingly, he looked at the new wall, the addition almost looking odd compared to the older parts of the building. Something in him wished it'd get torn down again, and he could enjoy the conversations they'd had afterwards.<i>Wishing thinking at it's best, </i>his mind chided him.