After seeing their new workplace, everyone was happy about it, and till the night, they spent their ti setting up.
The next day...
After all ten alarms went off, Andrew was still asleep.
His excuse for sleeping in today was that it was raining outside; since he couldn’t go for a morning run anyway, he might as well keep sleeping.
However, the weather on Saturday remained overcast and rainy, without a glimpse of the sun.
Andrew, who had finally managed to wake up early, had his plan to accompany Scarlett out for the weekend dashed.
"Scar, it’s raining outside. About going out..."
"We’ll talk about it next ti. There’s plenty of ti." Scarlett said faintly from the study, her mood not at all disappointed.
In reality, she didn’t care whether they went out or not. As long as Andrew was by her side, anywhere was the sa.
"Then Scar, since it’s the weekend and we’re resting, how about I teach you how to cook?"
Scarlett turned to look at him upon hearing this, her tone carrying a hint of complaint, "So you still rember that?"
"I definitely rember everything I promised Scar!" Andrew declared solemnly.
But Scarlett wasn’t an innocent and easily fooled college student; she wasn’t buying it, "Why do I feel like you just rembered this on the spot? I never heard you ntion it on a regular day."
"Hey, well, I was a bit busy the last few days, so I didn’t have ti to teach Scar you."
"Smooth talker, you always have excuses."
Scarlett rolled her eyes at Andrew crossly, then said to him, "Since you’re going to the supermarket to buy ingredients anyway, drive to the school once and bring back the U-disk with my lesson plans from my drawer."
"Okay."
"Be careful on the road, rember to use an umbrella. Your hand hasn’t fully healed yet; don’t let the rain soak it."
"Oh!" After getting the office key, Andrew drove to the school first.
The autumn weather in Blackthorn City was drizzly, and the campus looked sowhat deserted.
Andrew parked the car and walked into Scarlett’s office. He was about to use the key to open the door but found that it wasn’t locked.
"Did the Counselor forget to lock up last night?"
Andrew imdiately guessed that Suzanne must have forgotten to lock the door when she left last night, as Professor Scarlett was too ticulous to forget sothing like locking the door.
He went in and retrieved the U-disk from the drawer Scarlett had ntioned. Just as he was about to leave, his hand happened to brush against the mouse on the desk, and the screen of the desktop computer on the desk suddenly lit up.
"Huh? Scar didn’t shut down the computer?"
While Andrew was surprised, his eyes imdiately noticed a video player hidden in the taskbar below.
Instantly, two little figures appeared in Andrew’s mind, one was the kind Professor Scarlett, and the other was the wicked Catherine.
Kind Professor Scarlett, "Absolutely not! This is my secret; it’s not right to look."
Wicked Catherine, "Little brother, look quickly! This is a rare opportunity to learn Professor Scarlett’s secret! You can use this to control Professor Scarlett later! Heh heh heh!"
After a fierce internal struggle, the wicked Catherine ultimately won and took control of Andrew.
"I’ll just take one look. Professor Scarlett probably won’t know."
Andrew gently moved the mouse and clicked on the video player below. The scene that appeared made even Andrew, the old pervert, blush deeply.
"No way! Professor Scarlett likes watching this kind of thing?"
Just as Andrew was shocked, the office door was suddenly pushed open, scaring Andrew into quickly closing the video.
When he looked up, it was his Counselor, Suzanne.
"Hey? What are you doing here?"
"Uh... that, I ca to help Professor Scarlett get a USB drive."
Andrew replied flusteredly, trying to maintain his composure and act like he knew nothing, "Well, Suzanne, I’ll be going now."
Just as he took a step, Suzanne called him back, "Wait a mont."
Suzanne narrowed her eyes, looking at Andrew and the open computer on Scarlett’s desk, a mischievous smile gradually spreading across her lips, "You were peeping at Professor Scarlett’s computer, weren’t you?"
"Hahaha, how could I do sothing like that?" Andrew laughed awkwardly as he tried to explain. But his expression had already completely betrayed him.
"Oh, don’t be nervous. I won’t tell Professor Scarlett. You can just look, because I’ve peeked at her computer several tis before."
"..." Andrew was speechless for a mont, not knowing what to say.
Why did his Counselor seem even less proper than him?
After Suzanne finished speaking, she suddenly looked around vigilantly, then whispered to Andrew, "Last ti we went to eat lobster, Sister Scar was there, so I couldn’t tell you that secret. Do you want to hear it now?"
"Cough!!!"
Andrew suddenly coughed seriously, "Counselor, I think it’s better to drop this matter, it’s not very appropriate."
Suzanne didn’t expect Andrew to be so serious, so she dropped the idea, "If you don’t want to know, fine."
Just as Andrew was about to walk out of the office, he suddenly closed the office door again, walked up to Suzanne, and said, "Hey, Suzanne, I suddenly feel like I know too little about Professor Scarlett. I think I do want to hear it."
"..."
Suzanne imdiately retracted her previous evaluation of Andrew.
After a mont of contemplation, she whispered to Andrew, "Although Sister Scar usually looks aloof, she is actually a lustful girl on the inside."
"No way. Is Professor Scarlett as improper as you say? I feel like you’re just talking about yourself, Teacher Suzanne?"
Andrew looked at Suzanne with disdain, feeling she was unreliable.
"I’m not talking nonsense! Besides, Sister Scar is already twenty-seven. Isn’t it normal to have such thoughts? Moreover, I also know that Sister Scar likes to watch those little fresh at video clips."
"You even know that? Did you give those to Professor Scarlett?"
Andrew looked at the other person in shock.
Suzanne, having been asked the real situation, beca a bit awkward and coughed, "No, I asked her for them."
"Wait, shouldn’t Professor Scarlett deny it?" Andrew felt that based on his understanding of Professor Scarlett, she should deny it and pretend not to know in this situation.
"Because I saw it with my own eyes. She made promise to keep it a secret before she was willing to give them to ."
"..." Indeed, lust knows no gender.
Andrew didn’t linger. After grabbing the USB drive, he went to the supermarket and then returned to the apartnt.
"Why were you out for so long?" Scarlett ca out from the kitchen when she heard the door open.
"There were quite a few people at the supermarket, so it took a while." Andrew casually told a lie.
"Oh, then it’s just in ti, it’s almost noon. Teach how to make lunch; it might take a long ti to do it myself."
Scarlett didn’t suspect anything, walked to the kitchen, tied on an apron, and prepared to start cooking.
Since the bandages on Andrew’s hand couldn’t be removed until tomorrow, today was perfect for him to focus on teaching Scarlett.
While teaching Scarlett how to wash ingredients, Andrew noticed she was quite ticulous, even more thorough than how he washed.
However, when it ca to chopping vegetables, Andrew couldn’t watch anymore.
Scarlett held the knife in her right hand and pressed the vegetable with her left hand, but just as she was about to cut down, her left hand let go. How could she possibly cut well like that?
Recalling the lemon slices from last ti, Andrew didn’t dare to imagine how many lemons Scarlett must have wasted to cut out so many neat pieces.
"Scar, chopping isn’t done like that. Your left hand needs to keep pressing the ingredient, otherwise the knife will definitely slip when you cut it down."
"Oh."
Scarlett listened and pressed her left hand down, but the flat surface of her fingernail rested on the vegetable, making Andrew almost burst out laughing, "You’ll cut your hand like that!"
"Let teach you hands-on."
Andrew felt that just telling her wouldn’t be effective, so he prepared to step in directly.
But Scarlett refused, "No need. You just tell , and I’ll follow along."
She felt that if she couldn’t even follow instructions while Andrew was teaching right next to her, she would truly be useless. It was just chopping vegetables; there was no need for hands-on instruction.
"It’s not clear enough just by talking."
"It’s fine, I can understand. You just tell ."
Scarlett still sternly refused, but unexpectedly, Andrew beca serious this ti.
"Scar! Can you stop being so stubborn at a ti like this? Shouldn’t you listen to when I’m teaching you?"
Scarlett was slightly stunned. It was the first ti she had seen Andrew face her with such serious resolve, ’Why is this Little Fellow suddenly lecturing ? Wasn’t he always quite afraid of ?’
The next mont, Andrew leaned close behind Scarlett and extended both hands to hold her two small hands.
This sudden change caught Scarlett completely off guard; she instantly forgot to breathe, and her body stiffened.
He... why did he lean so close? I didn’t agree to this.
Andrew’s entire focus was on teaching Scarlett how to chop vegetables; he wasn’t thinking of anything else, "When chopping, Scar, you curve your hand like mine and press it against the ingredient, using your knuckles to brace against the blade. That way, you won’t cut your hand."
As he spoke seriously, he guided Scarlett’s hands-on.
Andrew felt that Scarlett had ssed up cooking several tis before. If she failed again this ti, it would completely crush her self-confidence, so he taught with extre seriousness.
However, Scarlett’s thoughts were completely scattered, and all her attention was on Andrew.
’This Little Fellow is so close to . Will he suddenly pick up? Or suddenly kiss ? And again fucked .’
’And his serious and focused look right now is actually a little handso, and his voice has a hint of magnetism.’
The hot breath Andrew exhaled brushed against Scarlett’s neck, making her body feel sowhat flushed.
Indescribable images began to surface in her mind.
"Chopping should be done like this. It’s actually very simple."
"Mm."
"Scar, why don’t you try it yourself now?" Andrew released Scarlett’s hands and stepped aside.
"Mm." But after responding with an ’Mm,’ Scarlett remained frozen in place, not having snapped out of it.
Not until Andrew called out again: "Scar?"
"Oh!!!" Scarlett responded as if startled, finally coming back to her senses, a blush of sha coloring her cheeks.
’What... What was I thinking?!’ It’s all Suzanne’s fault! She filled my head with all this ssy stuff.
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