Chapter 955: Chapter 955: A Day as a Teacher (24)
Qiao Lian’s hazy consciousness cleared up,
he suddenly sat up, pulling down his clothes that had sohow rolled up, covering his thighs.
“Teacher, you’re back.”
He got up from the sofa, looking at her with flushed cheeks.
Chuzheng handed him a bag: “Go change your clothes.”
“Oh.”
Qiao Lian took the clothes and went into the room.
A minute later, Qiao Lian ca out looking the sa.
Chuzheng looked at him: “Why didn’t you change?”
The boy stood at the door, hesitated, and said softly: “Teacher… I don’t like short sleeves.”
Chuzheng: “…”
It’s so hot, and you don’t wear short sleeves, then what?
Chuzheng recalled that since the first ti she t Qiao Lian, he was always wearing long sleeves, whether it was shirts or pants, he never had short ones.
“Just make do for now.” Chuzheng said.
Qiao Lian shook his head, not wanting to change.
“Then just wear it like this.” Chuzheng said impatiently.
Qiao Lian looked at the clothes he was wearing.
The fabric clung closely to his body, and it carried a fragrance, yet it didn’t look like sothing a girl would wear.
“Teacher, why did you give a new phone?” Qiao Lian held his phone, standing in front of Chuzheng.
“…”
This question is a long story!
I just won’t say it.
Chuzheng showed no abnormality on her face, casually saying: “Just wanted to change it, you don’t like it?”
“Did you wash my old one by mistake, Teacher?” The boy looked at her, his eyes carrying a hint of certainty.
Chuzheng: “…”
Freaking out.
Who the hell told you to leave your phone in your pants and not take it out!!
“I’m going to prepare lessons.”
Chuzheng got up and walked toward the room.
Qiao Lian grabbed her wrist.
Qiao Lian’s fingers were a bit cool, touching Chuzheng’s skin, bringing a hint of chill.
“Teacher.” The boy’s fingers tightened: “Thank you.”
Chuzheng pulled her hand back, patted his head: “Mm, be good.”
Chuzheng quickly retreated into the room, exhaling a breath.
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As a teacher, Chuzheng was quite dedicated.
Preparing lessons until she forgot the ti——not wanting to go out to face the Good Person Card.
Afraid he might ask about the phone being washed again.
She has a reputation to uphold.
Chuzheng put down her pen and walked to the door, first listening to the noises outside.
She carefully opened the door, glanced outside, the living room was empty.
Chuzheng: “…”
Chuzheng went out, the clothes on the balcony were gone, and the shirt was placed on the sofa.
He actually ran away.
Oh shit!
Chuzheng kicked the sofa, storming back into the room.
She had just sat down when her phone rang.
Incoming call——Qiao Lian.
“What?”
“Teacher, I’m lost…” Qiao Lian’s voice was accompanied by a slight breeze.
Chuzheng was quite angry initially, but with Qiao Lian’s voice, which had a hint of softness and grievance, she couldn’t muster any anger.
Chuzheng hung up the phone, scratching the sofa in frustration.
Your own Good Person Card, you pamper it yourself.
Can’t be angry.
Stay calm.
Chuzheng finally found Qiao Lian at a fork in the road.
He was holding a bag, standing on the street, looking around helplessly like a lost child.
Chuzheng ca up from behind, naturally holding his hand.
The boy was slightly startled, turned his head to et Chuzheng’s gaze: “Teach…er.”
He instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but stopped the next second, offering no resistance, letting the girl in front of him hold his hand.
“If you don’t know the way, why did you co out?” Chuzheng said with a bit of anger.
The boy lowered his head and explained softly: “I wanted to repay you for taking in and make you dinner…”
“We can order takeout.”
“…It’s not the sa.”
“What is there…”
In the roar of King’s Account, Chuzheng swallowed her words.
“Let’s go back.”
Qiao Lian nodded, letting Chuzheng lead him forward.
His gaze fell on their clasped hands, and it was unclear what he was thinking; even back in the dorm, Qiao Lian was still sowhat flustered.
“Qiao Lian, what are you doing? Not cooking?”
“Huh?” Qiao Lian snapped back, finding himself standing in the entryway; he took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen: “I’ll be ready soon, Teacher, please wait a bit.”
The kitchen in the dorm had been used by the original owner, but once Chuzheng arrived, it had never been used again.
Su He?
All she knew was how to mooch food and drink, never to work.
Qiao Lian skillfully cleaned up the kitchen before starting to cook dinner.
“Teacher, let’s eat.”
Chuzheng ca over from the sofa, glancing at the dishes on the table.
They were common dishes, but they slled quite pleasant.
“Do you often cook?”
“…Mm.” Qiao Lian served Chuzheng a bowl of porridge: “There’s no one at ho, so I have to cook for myself.”
“No servants?” The Qiao family isn’t short of money.
Qiao Lian shook his head.
Out of the blue, Chuzheng blurted out: “Is your dad bullying you?”
Qiao Lian paused, looked up at Chuzheng, and slowly shook his head.
Chuzheng scrutinized him with suspicion; Qiao Lian lowered his eyes: “Teacher, it won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
Qiao Lian’s cooking was indeed good, better than most takeouts.
After eating, Qiao Lian cleaned up.
Chuzheng, full and satisfied, leaned half against the sofa, the fan blowing beside, feeling utterly comfortable.
Qiao Lian hesitantly approached the sofa: “Teacher, class starts tomorrow.”
“Mm.”
Chuzheng replied absentmindedly.
Not eager to attend class.
“I…”
The TV switched to a fighting scene, and the volu drowned out Qiao Lian’s voice.
He stood by for a while, then turned into the room.
Qiao Lian sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window.
He sat for more than two hours.
Chuzheng pushed the door open and entered: “Qiao Lian.”
Qiao Lian stood up: “Teacher.”
Chuzheng walked over, took his hand, and placed a key in it: “The dorm key, don’t lose it.”
“Teacher?”
“If you don’t want to go back, stay here with .” Chuzheng took the opportunity to ruffle his hair comfortably for a while before reluctantly saying: “Sleep early.”
Qiao Lian clutched the key, standing bewildered in the room.
Qiao Lian really planned on leaving.
He didn’t want to go back.
Going back, Father Qiao wouldn’t easily let him go.
At school, Father Qiao would still consider his image and not make too much trouble.
But he didn’t plan on staying here.
He planned to stay at Lu Zhou’s place, who had a house outside, where Father Qiao wouldn’t find him for a while.
But he didn’t expect Chuzheng to give him a key…
In the end, they are just teacher and student.
Why?
Qiao Lian couldn’t sleep the whole night, and when he got up, he saw two sets of clothes outside, a long-sleeved shirt, and pants.
The table was still prepared with breakfast.
Nothing like when he was at the Qiao household.
He would always face a cold, empty house upon waking, no one to prepare clothes or breakfast for him.
Qiao Lian sat at the dining table, lost in thought.
After a long ti, he turned on his phone, edited a ssage, and sent it.
[Qiao Lian: I think my teacher likes .]
Lu Zhou saw the ssage during lunchti.
He was almost scared to death by it.
[Lu Zhou: Which teacher of yours?!]
[Qiao Lian: The one you’ve t.]
[Lu Zhou: ???]
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