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    The Hand of Confession, Slightly Trembling

    The Hand of Confession – Chapter 404

    by Little Panda

    Volume 12: Former Boss Reduced To A Garlic-Peeling Little Sister

    Second Floor

    Before school let out in the afternoon, Director Liu pushed the door open and walked in. “Are all the teachers here?” she said. “Perfect. There’s something I need to announce.”

    Everyone looked up at her.

    “I won’t waste your time with pleasantries,” Director Liu said. “I’ve been listening in on all your classes today, and I have a preliminary understanding of your general skill levels. Some of you performed well, but others were quite poor. It’s alright, though. A bad performance today might just be due to nerves. You’ll have another chance tomorrow…” Here, her tone shifted. “By the way, have you finished writing your lesson plans? May I see them?”

    Two of the women’s expressions immediately stiffened. Dingdang, her eyebrows flying and colors dancing​1, pulled out the lesson plan Shen Maomao had forced her to write and placed it confidently on the desk for inspection.

    Director Liu looked over them all, her expression neither good nor bad. She simply said, “Everyone go home and get a good rest tonight. We’ll have another meeting tomorrow morning to discuss teaching matters.” With that, she left.

    Only after her footsteps had completely faded did one of the women in the office suddenly speak. “Even as teachers, we still have to face the fear of having our homework checked by a teacher…”

    Another said, her voice fraught with worry, “What are the consequences for not writing one?”

    “It should be fine, right? We barely have enough time to investigate clues, where are we supposed to find the time to write this? The game wouldn’t make it that hard on us, would it?”

    Dingdang propped her chin on her hand, listening to them deceive themselves and others​2. She found it rather amusing.

    School let out a short while later. As the head teacher​3 of Class One, Shen Maomao had to lead the children to the gate to wait for their parents.

    The entrance was swarming with students. The weather was gloomy, looking as if it was about to rain.

    It finally made her recall the fear of being dominated by the black umbrella the last time she’d entered this game. Fortunately, the rain held off until the very last student was picked up. But the sky pressed lower and lower, casting a grayish-yellow filter over their surroundings. A storm was bound to break soon.

    Dingdang didn’t dare be alone, so she accompanied Shen Maomao to see the children off. After sending the last one, Chen Meihan, on her way, they went to the shop to fleece it for another handful of goods before heading back.

    They both had their things with them, so there was no need to return to the office. They cut around the left side of the teaching building and went straight for the dormitory.

    Just as they reached the main entrance of the dormitory building, raindrops began to fall from the sky. Standing under the rain-blocking eaves​4, Dingdang said with relief, “Good thing we got back so quickly! Otherwise, we’d be getting hammered by the rain right now.”

    Raindrops the size of beans​5 pelted the ground with a series of pats, splashing up one mud speck after another. A fierce wind bent the nearby willow trees, their trunks, not yet thick enough, swaying back and forth as if they would snap in the next second.

    Shen Maomao turned and walked into the building, and the first thing she saw was the black umbrella, still dripping, right outside their door.

    She glanced to the side, confirming that the other dormitory rooms also had black umbrellas by their doors.

    It was an old friend. Seeing it so suddenly even gave Shen Maomao a sense of familiarity.

    But Dingdang didn’t recognize it and jumped in fright. “Whose umbrella is this? Why is it at our door? What’s it for?”

    “It’s a thing that can take your life,” Shen Maomao said.

    Dingdang’s hand, which had been reaching for the umbrella, trembled. She casually pulled it back. “Then who put it here?”

    “I don’t know. Better not to touch it for now.” She couldn’t remember if you could mess with the black umbrella man in this dungeon.

    Ignoring the umbrella, the two pushed the door open and went inside. Dingdang, who was behind, immediately shut the door as if some flood and fierce beast​6 were at her back.

    Shen Maomao sat on her bed and watched her. Dingdang spoke up. “Great God​7, that umbrella is seriously creepy. The rain had just started when we came in… so where did the water on it come from?”

    “Oh,” Shen Maomao said, neither salty nor bland​8, completely unhurried. “In any case, don’t touch it. Let’s wait a night and see what happens.”

    The rain still hadn’t stopped by nightfall. When the two went to the bathroom together, they discovered that the umbrellas outside the neighboring rooms were all gone. Only theirs remained, the water from its surface having spread across the floor in a trail like a small snake.

    People have a desire to follow the crowd​9. For most, the most comfortable way to survive is to blend in and not be different. So when Dingdang saw that the rooms next door, and the ones next to them, and the ones across the hall, and next to them, and next to them, were all without umbrellas, she couldn’t hold back her unease.

    “Are we really just going to ignore it?” Dingdang took one step and turned her head back three times​10, her eyes fixed on that umbrella.

    “If you want to take it, take it yourself,” Shen Maomao said.

    Dingdang was honest. “I don’t dare!”

    “Then don’t take it.”

    “…” Is it really that simple?

    Her take-it-or-leave-it​11 expression made it impossible for Dingdang to stay tense. What’s the big deal? It’s just an umbrella. Is it going to stab me to death? Is it going to eat me?

    If Shen Maomao knew what she was thinking, she would have told her—Yes, it really can.

    …

    The rain finally stopped in the latter half of the night. The clamor of the downpour gradually faded, and the entire world fell silent. Aside from Dingdang’s even, heavy breathing, there wasn’t a single sound.

    It’s not time yet.

    Shen Maomao stared at the dark ceiling, emptying her mind of all miscellaneous​12 thoughts.

    As she waited, a damp, cold vapor wrapped around her body. Beside her, Dingdang turned over in her sleep, instinctively hugging her blanket tighter and mumbling, “So cold…”

    It was indeed cold. So cold that Shen Maomao’s body began to shiver uncontrollably, as if she’d had a basin of cold water thrown on her in the middle of a winter gale. She desperately wanted to move, to keep herself from freezing to death.

    But Shen Maomao didn’t move.

    She could sense danger, but she didn’t feel the threat of death.

    This damp, cold vapor didn’t seem to want to harm them.

    Before long, a shuffling​13 sound started up in the hallway, like some kind of crawling animal moving slowly forward.

    The thing didn’t stop at their door. Instead, it continued onward. Then, with a click, the door to one of the other dorm rooms was opened.

    Shen Maomao pricked up her ears​14, listening carefully to the surrounding sounds. But the shuffling had already vanished, replaced by the light laughter of a child.

    “Hee hee—”

    “Come and play—”

    “Come and play!”

    Immediately after, footsteps appeared in the hallway, moving away in tandem with that shuffling sound.

    Once all the sounds had disappeared, the damp, cold vapor receded from their bodies, leaving as silently as it had arrived. The room’s temperature returned to normal. Shen Maomao’s chilled brain began to think again.

    She had a feeling the vapor had been protecting them. How else could she explain it coming, staying for a while, and then leaving without harming or waking them?

    From the sounds, she could determine that the thing outside was some kind of crawling creature that could make the sound of a child. And the footsteps had appeared with it, which meant it wasn’t the creature transforming into a human, but a player being led away.

    As for the vapor, it didn’t take much thought to guess it came from the umbrella.

    Combining that with what Chen Meihan had said—perhaps this black umbrella also wanted to reclaim its former glory, but was powerless against the new thing that had appeared. So it could only seek help from the players…

    At this thought, Shen Maomao sat up and began feeling her way in the dark​15 to put on her shoes.

    Dingdang suddenly spoke from beside her. “Where are you going?” Her voice was quiet, but it lacked the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up.

    “When did you wake up?” Shen Maomao asked her.

    “When the child was laughing. It scared me awake.” She asked again, “Where are you going?”

    Shen Maomao answered truthfully, “To the second floor.”

    Dingdang sat up too, surprised. “Didn’t Director Liu say we’re not allowed to go to the second floor?”

    “We have to go, sooner or later.”

    “Then I’ll go with you.”

    “No need. I can handle it myself.”

    “That’s not it… I’m scared to be here by myself.”

    “…” Shen Maomao felt she was getting a small taste of what Lou Jingmo must have felt when faced with her back in the day.

    In the end, the two of them went upstairs together.

    Before leaving, Shen Maomao snatched the umbrella from by the door into her hand.

    This move made Dingdang shoot her a look, but the current environment wasn’t suitable for talking, so she could only suppress her confusion for the time being.

    Logically, the hallway should have been darker than the dorm rooms, which had windows. But after leaving their room, their vision actually became clearer.

    The water stains on the black umbrella had completely vanished. It felt dry and warm to the touch, but it offered far less of a sense of security than when it had been cold and damp.

    The two walked on light hands and feet​16 toward the stairwell. They had checked it out before; a huge iron fence gate had been installed on the stairs leading to the second floor. Normally, a rusty lock hung on the gate, preventing anyone from going up. But now, the gate was open. The lock on it had disappeared without wings​17, like a silent invitation.

    Dingdang, walking behind, couldn’t help but tug on her sleeve.

    Shen Maomao looked back. She didn’t need to think to know what she was asking: Are we really going up?

    She gave her a nod and, as she stepped over the threshold, glanced up.

    The gate was slightly taller than a normal door. A gate meant only to restrict pedestrians clearly didn’t need to be this high. It was built this tall, obviously, to allow certain things to pass through freely.

    She stretched out her arm, pushed off with her legs, and leaped high into the air, tapping the very top of the frame.

    Dingdang’s eyes flew open in terror, afraid she would make a loud noise when she landed and alert the monster upstairs. But the scene she imagined didn’t happen. Shen Maomao was as light as a feather, and the sound of her landing wasn’t even as loud as their footsteps.

    Shen Maomao rubbed her fingers together. As she’d expected, she found the exact same slime that Director Liu had smeared on Dingdang.

    So, that meant the monster’s upright height was about two meters. When it walked, its head would just touch the top of the doorframe. She just didn’t know how big its volume was—though it probably wasn’t small.

    She held her hand out to Dingdang. Dingdang stared at her with a dumbfounded look​18, having no idea what she was doing.

    Shen Maomao pried open her palm, placed the object inside, and then started up the stairs. This time, she didn’t even make a sound as she walked.

    Dingdang couldn’t see what it was, so she brought her hand close to her face and squinted. It turned out to be a white feather.

    She knew what this was. No wonder Shen Maomao hadn’t made any noise when she jumped; she had used an item.

    Now she was handing the item to her, clearly hoping she would use it too.

    Dingdang didn’t hesitate over the item and immediately crushed the feather.

    The moment the two reached the top of the stairs, they could hear a heavy breathing that didn’t belong to either of them, as well as a sound like something chewing.

    The second floor was much clearer than the first, and also much dirtier. A long, wide trail, almost half the width of the hallway, was etched into the floor. On either side of the trail was a thick layer of dust. To the left, there was a row of human shoe prints.

    From this information, they could already guess the creature’s general shape—huge, long, and thick…

    Half of Dingdang’s body went numb. She clamped her hands tightly over her mouth, not daring to make the slightest sound.

    Shen Maomao walked ahead of her, her eyes darting around, searching for anything that might be the black umbrella.

    But she found nothing. The hallway was empty.

    Then it must be in one of the rooms—or Chen Meihan lied to me.

    But it wasn’t a big problem. Shen Maomao hadn’t expected to solve everything in one go. She had only come out this time because she was certain that the thing had just captured its food and was eating, so it wouldn’t be too alert to its surroundings. But the doors here were old and in disrepair​19; opening one would create a howl like ghosts crying​20, which would definitely beat the grass and startle the snake​21, provoking a counterattack from the boss.

    Perhaps she’d have better luck if she came back at another time and tried to get into the other dorm rooms.

    She followed the trail on the ground until it turned a corner and entered dorm room 206.

    The sounds of chewing and bone-crunching from inside were exceptionally clear. The boss was now just a single door away from them. Shen Maomao pressed her head against the door, listening for a moment.

    Dingdang’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would stop. She was terrified something would burst through the door and give her a headshot big gift package​22. She even took two steps back, her toes pointed to the left, ready to run at the first sign of trouble.

    But thankfully, nothing happened. Shen Maomao turned back and made a gesture, signaling that she wanted to check the right side.

    Buildings like this usually had three staircases: one in the middle and one on each side. Looking down from the second floor, they discovered that the side staircase on the left was just a wall, with no gap to exit through. Clearly, only the central exit remained.

    At a time like this, Dingdang still had the presence of mind to think: Good thing we checked this out beforehand. If we ran this way while being chased by the monster, wouldn’t that be suicide?

    After confirming this, the two returned by the original path. Only when they got back to the main staircase did they realize the gate had been locked by someone.

    Dingdang’s legs went weak. She could only look at Shen Maomao helplessly.

    Completely unruffled, Shen Maomao pulled a little black clip​23 from her pocket. She reached her hands through the gap between the bars to grasp the lock, then inserted the thin clip into the keyhole. After fiddling with it for a moment, there was a click, and the lock opened.

    Shen Maomao pulled the gate open. With a loud clang, the sound of a door opening came from upstairs a few seconds later, followed by a shuffling crawling sound.

    She yanked Dingdang, whose reaction was half a beat slow​24, and pushed her out first. She followed right behind, quickly shutting the gate and fastening the lock. Then, pulling Dingdang by the hand, she took off at a dead run​25.

    When they got back to their dorm room, Dingdang opened the door while Shen Maomao propped the black umbrella against the wall again before slipping inside.

    Just before she entered, she heard the sound of the thing opening the iron gate.

    Once the door was shut, the two of them were plunged into total darkness, unable to even see each other’s position.

    Something crawled past their door quickly, then paced back and forth outside.

    They stood silently in the room, open-eyed and blind​26. After waiting for more than half an hour, the sound finally disappeared.

    Dingdang’s legs gave out, and she plopped onto the floor.

    Shen Maomao reached out, feeling her way forward a couple of steps, and picked up her phone from the desk. She pressed the screen, and it lit up.

    The room was suddenly much brighter.

    In the dark, Dingdang could sit sprawled on the floor​27, but with the light on, she immediately became conscious of her appearance. She scrambled up, patted down her clothes, and sat on her bed. “That was too intense…” she whispered. “I was about to be scared to death…”

    Shen Maomao lay quietly, not speaking.

    Dingdang was already used to her silence. To calm her racing heartbeat, she continued, “Great God, how do you know how to pick a lock? You didn’t get sent here for that, did you? You don’t look the type…”

    Shen Maomao turned over, uncharacteristically answering her question. “A friend taught me.”

    Getting a response, Dingdang grew even more animated. “What kind of friend? Is he a great god too? I knew it, great gods usually only make friends with other great gods…”

    Shen Maomao said no more.

    Dingdang changed the subject. “You’re so brave! I was about to die of fright, but you actually dared to lean in and listen? What did you hear? Can you tell what kind of monster is in there?”

    Shen Maomao was getting annoyed. “Go to sleep,” she said.

    “Oh… okay.” Dingdang lay on her side and fell asleep in a second, soon letting out little snores.

    The rest of the night passed without incident. Shen Maomao also dozed for a little while before being woken by her alarm.

    The Chinese language teacher had many classes and a heavy workload, but she had written two lesson plans in one go yesterday, so she wasn’t too busy at the moment.

    After breakfast, Dingdang went to the office. Shen Maomao went straight to the classroom and was surprised to find someone had arrived even earlier than her—it was Chen Meihan.

    Shen Maomao sat down in front of her and said, “It’s not there.”

    Chen Meihan didn’t understand. “What’s not there?”

    Shen Maomao repeated, “The umbrella is not there.”

    A look of surprise crossed Chen Meihan’s face. “Impossible! It has to be in there! I can feel it!”

    Shen Maomao stated her purpose. “Then you’ll come with me to find it.”

    Fear instantly crept into Chen Meihan’s eyes. “No way… I’ll definitely die if I go!”

    “In that case, forget it,” Shen Maomao said.

    Chen Meihan couldn’t believe she was being so agreeable. “Why did you agree so readily?” she asked suspiciously.

    “Our goal is to leave the dungeon. We can do that even without helping you.”

    Chen Meihan’s voice rose. “If you help me, I’ll help you! Isn’t that much faster than you guys searching for clues bit by bit?! When I become the boss, I can just wave my hand and send you all away!”

    “Too much trouble,” Shen Maomao said.

    Chen Meihan was so angry she was practically bouncing. “It’s not trouble! It’s not trouble at all! That thing isn’t that scary, just disgusting! And it’s in its egg-laying period right now, so it’s very weak and easy to beat! If your people keep feeding it, it’ll recover quickly, and then we’ll never have a chance to turn things around!”

    “Oh.”

    Chen Meihan nearly coughed up blood. She started muttering like Xianglin Sao​28, “You’ve changed… You used to like me so much… This is making me so mad, so mad…”

    Shen Maomao ignored her. She returned to the lectern and sat down, preparing to catch a couple of late kids to give them a show of strength upon arrival​29.

    Chen Meihan was a small person with a big ghost’s cunning​30. She talked about cooperating, but she had no sincerity at all, writing her blank checks​31 left and right. So Shen Maomao had no intention of working with her.

    The monster in this dungeon wasn’t a particularly powerful one. The only issue was that she hadn’t found where the exit was yet, which was why Shen Maomao hadn’t immediately resorted to a physical exorcism​32.

    As expected, a few students were late today. She let the first few in, but kept the last two to arrive standing at the front.

    The two little radish heads​33 who came in last protested, “They were late too! Why are you only making us stand here as punishment?”

    “Because I said I’d only keep the last two,” Shen Maomao said.

    The little radish heads’ eyes filled with hot tears​34. “Why?” they asked, aggrieved.

    “Because I’m your head teacher,” Shen Maomao said coldly. “I don’t care why you were late, and I don’t care how many people were late today. I only catch the last two.”

    Director Liu floated past the doorway like a ghost. Seeing the situation, she asked through the door, “Teacher Lou? Did the children misbehave?”

    Shen Maomao gave a faint nod. “Yes, they were late.”

    “Then you continue educating your students,” Director Liu said. “I’ll go check on the other teachers. Remember to teach your lesson, don’t fall behind on the teaching progress…”

    “Okay,” Shen Maomao said.

    Director Liu floated over to the next class, and Shen Maomao could still hear her voice. “My, why are all these children so sleepy? Teacher Li, you need to wake them up…”

    Shen Maomao walked over and closed the door. She turned to the entire class and said, “Remember this. Late or not, I will always catch the last two students. If you don’t want to be outdone, you’d better come earlier tomorrow morning. Of course, you don’t have to be too early. Class starts at eight, so arriving around seven-thirty is fine. Got it?”

    “Got it—” the children answered in unison.

    The two little radish heads stood at the front with their backpacks on, looking wronged, for the entire period. Shen Maomao only let them return to their seats just before the class ended.

    The next class was English. Shen Maomao didn’t know the English teacher very well, but at least she hadn’t managed to knock all the kids unconscious. So Shen Maomao didn’t say much more and left.

    Only after she was gone did a wave of discussion erupt in the classroom. Most of them were saying Shen Maomao was mean, calling her unreasonable, and giving her all sorts of nicknames.

    Amid the chatter, Chen Meihan slammed her hand on her desk and roared, “You’re all so noisy! It’s so annoying! Can you let me have some peace and quiet?!”

    The classroom immediately fell silent. No one dared to speak again.

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    Footnotes

    1. Hanzi: 眉飞色舞 | Pinyin: méi fēi sè wǔ | Context: Literally: ‘eyebrows fly and colors dance’. An idiom describing an exultant or overjoyed expression.
    2. Hanzi: 自欺欺人 | Pinyin: zì qī qī rén | Context: An idiom for self-deception or burying one’s head in the sand.
    3. Hanzi: 班主任 | Pinyin: bānzhǔrèn | Context: The teacher in charge of a specific class, responsible for both academic and administrative matters for that group of students.
    4. Hanzi: 挡雨檐 | Pinyin: dǎng yǔ yán | Context: The part of a roof that overhangs the wall to provide shelter from rain.
    5. Hanzi: 豆大的雨珠 | Pinyin: dòu dà de yǔ zhū | Context: A common idiom to describe very large, heavy raindrops.
    6. Hanzi: 洪水猛兽 | Pinyin: hóngshuǐ měngshòu | Context: A metaphor for something extremely terrifying or disastrous.
    7. Hanzi: 大神 | Pinyin: dàshén | Context: A common slang term, especially in gaming and online communities, for an expert, master, or highly skilled individual.
    8. Hanzi: 不咸不淡 | Pinyin: bùxiánbùdàn | Context: An idiom describing a lukewarm, indifferent, or noncommittal attitude.
    9. Hanzi: 从众欲 | Pinyin: cóngzhòng yù | Context: The psychological urge to conform to the group; herd mentality.
    10. Hanzi: 一步三回头 | Pinyin: yībùsānhuítóu | Context: An idiom describing someone who looks back repeatedly, often out of reluctance, worry, or longing.
    11. Hanzi: 不拿拉倒 | Pinyin: bù ná lā dǎo | Context: Literally: ‘if you don’t take it, then forget it’. A colloquial and dismissive phrase meaning ‘take it or leave it’ or ‘suit yourself’.
    12. Hanzi: 杂七杂八 | Pinyin: záqīzābā | Context: Literally: ‘mixed seven, mixed eight’. An idiom for a collection of various, often disorderly, things; odds and ends.
    13. Hanzi: 沙沙 | Pinyin: shāshā | Context: Onomatopoeia for a rustling or shuffling sound, like leaves blowing or something dragging along the ground.
    14. Hanzi: 竖起耳朵 | Pinyin: shù qǐ ěrduo | Context: An idiom for listening attentively.
    15. Hanzi: 摸着黑 | Pinyin: mōzhe hēi | Context: Literally: ‘feeling the blackness’. To move around in the dark by touch.
    16. Hanzi: 蹑手蹑脚 | Pinyin: niè shǒu niè jiǎo | Context: Literally: ‘light hands, light feet’. An idiom for walking stealthily or on tiptoe.
    17. Hanzi: 不翼而飞 | Pinyin: bùyì’érfēi | Context: Literally: ‘to fly without wings’. An idiom meaning to vanish into thin air.
    18. Hanzi: 一脸懵逼 | Pinyin: yī liǎn měng bī | Context: Literally: ‘a face of dumbfounded cunt’. A very common, vulgar internet slang term for being utterly confused, bewildered, or stunned.
    19. Hanzi: 年久失修 | Pinyin: niánjiǔ shīxiū | Context: Literally: ‘age long, lose repair’. An idiom describing something that has fallen into disrepair due to age and lack of maintenance.
    20. Hanzi: 鬼哭狼嚎 | Pinyin: guǐ kū láng háo | Context: Literally: ‘ghosts cry and wolves howl’. An idiom describing terrifying sounds, often wailing or screaming.
    21. Hanzi: 打草惊蛇 | Pinyin: dǎ cǎo jīng shé | Context: An idiom meaning to act rashly and alert the enemy to your presence or intentions.
    22. Hanzi: 爆头大礼包 | Pinyin: bàotóu dà lǐbāo | Context: Sarcastic internet slang, particularly in gaming, for being instantly killed by a headshot, as if being presented with a deadly ‘gift’.
    23. Hanzi: 小黑夹子 | Pinyin: xiǎo hēi jiāzi | Context: A bobby pin or a similar small hair clip.
    24. Hanzi: 反应慢了半拍 | Pinyin: fǎnyìng mànle bàn pāi | Context: A common phrase meaning to be slow to react or a bit dense.
    25. Hanzi: 撒腿狂奔 | Pinyin: sātuǐ kuángbēn | Context: Literally: ‘let loose one’s legs and run wildly’. An idiom for sprinting or running away at top speed.
    26. Hanzi: 睁眼瞎 | Pinyin: zhēng yǎn xiā | Context: A term for someone who is oblivious to what’s right in front of them, or in this case, someone who is literally unable to see despite their eyes being open due to complete darkness.
    27. Hanzi: 四仰八叉 | Pinyin: sìyǎngbāchā | Context: Literally: ‘four up eight splayed’. An idiom describing someone lying on their back with limbs spread out, often in a relaxed or ungraceful manner.
    28. Hanzi: 祥林嫂 | Pinyin: Xiánglín sǎo | Context: Xianglin Sao is a famous tragic character from ‘The New Year’s Sacrifice,’ a short story by the renowned author Lu Xun. She is known for her repetitive, mournful complaining about the loss of her son, and her name has become a byword for someone who complains incessantly about their misfortunes.
    29. Hanzi: 下马威 | Pinyin: xiàmǎwēi | Context: Literally: ‘dismount horse power’. An idiom for an initial display of power or authority to intimidate others upon arriving in a new position or place.
    30. Hanzi: 人小鬼大 | Pinyin: rén xiǎo guǐ dà | Context: Literally: ‘small person, big ghost’. An idiom for a child who is precocious, shrewd, or acts much older than their age.
    31. Hanzi: 开空头支票 | Pinyin: kāi kōngtóu zhīpiào | Context: Literally: ‘to write a blank check’. An idiom for making empty promises that one has no intention of keeping.
    32. Hanzi: 物理驱鬼 | Pinyin: wùlǐ qū guǐ | Context: A modern slang term, often used humorously, for dealing with a supernatural problem using physical force (e.g., beating it up) rather than spiritual or magical means.
    33. Hanzi: 小萝卜头 | Pinyin: xiǎo luóbo tóu | Context: An affectionate or sometimes dismissive term for young children.
    34. Hanzi: 眼含热泪 | Pinyin: yǎn hán rè lèi | Context: An idiom for being on the verge of crying.

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