Chapter 392: Chapter 446: The Transfer Student Chapter 392: Chapter 446: The Transfer Student Breathing in her fragrance, Chen Nan felt his mouth go dry and could not help swallowing.
“Gulp…”
Chen Nan was standing behind Lan Yuqin, his posture akin to being sprawled across her back, and although the sound of his swallow was slight, the proximity was so close that Lan Yuqin, who was not deaf, instantly detected the anomaly.
She abruptly turned her head and cast a glance at Chen Nan, only to see him staring blankly, unblinkingly looking down.
Looking at what?
Lan Yuqin subconsciously looked down and discovered that the top button of her neckline had co undone, presumably during her tussle with Wang Dazhong.
The originally calm-faced Lan Yuqin instantly blushed with her cheeks dyed in crimson.
“You… you should be writing!”
As Lan Yuqin covered her chest with her hand, she fiercely glared at Chen Nan.
“Uh… Write, write.”
Flushed with embarrassnt, Chen Nan’s heart felt ashad, feeling that he was shaless and despicable, how could he have forgotten the matter at hand!
“That… let’s continue writing,” Chen Nan said guiltily.
Having fastened her button, Lan Yuqin rolled her eyes at Chen Nan and said irritably, “Keep those eyes of yours honest, and if you dare to look again, I’ll gouge them out and feed them to the dogs!”
Scratching his head with a smile, Chen Nan took her hand holding the pen and started writing on the paper.
“Humans have spirit, and when we write, we must unite mind and spirit, write with our hearts to infuse these characters with emotion, so that the words we write have a unique charm.”
After writing a few characters with her hand, Chen Nan said, “Close your eyes, try to settle your mind, continue to write with your hand based on feeling. When you feel that your hand and the pen have beco one, you will have found your own charm.”
As he spoke, Chen Nan let go of her hand and sat down beside her.
Lan Yuqin took his advice and closed her eyes, using her senses to write on the paper.
“Don’t have any distractions in your mind, rember the way I wrote just now, the direction of the strokes, and the pressure of the brush. Soon you will find your own style,” Chen Nan encouraged while Lan Yuqin focused, her eyes closed, writing on the paper beside him.
Gradually, she seed to enter a state of transcendence, and the characters she wrote slowly began to bear her unique charm.
She had now beco one with the pen in her hand, her mind void of thought, a clear emptiness, each character she wrote governed by her subconscious, brought forth through feeling.
At this mont, she herself did not know what she was writing.
Maybe what she wrote was her inner voice, maybe it was sothing she had longed for day and night; in any case, it was the most profound impression in her mind.
At first, Chen Nan only saw her writing incoherently.
Stroke by stroke, it didn’t even resemble characters, not even radicals; but gradually, seemingly influenced by her subconscious, she wrote two characters—”jerk.”
Chen Nan was speechless.
Couldn’t this beautiful teacher be a little more civilized? What on earth was she thinking to write such vulgar words?
As she repeatedly wrote “jerk” for about ten minutes, Chen Nan’s eyes widened once more.
Because Lan Yuqin had written two more characters.
Chen Nan!
Jerk Chen Nan!
“Damn, do you have to hate this much?”
Chen Nan muttered to himself, feeling utterly helpless. Was his image in her heart really this bad?
Suddenly a bell rang, and Lan Yuqin’s mobile phone rang.
She woke up from her ethereal state, put down the pen, and quickly took out her phone, frowning slightly before answering, “Principal, what’s the matter?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be right there.”
After a brief response on the phone, Lan Yuqin hung up and turned to Chen Nan, saying, “The principal needs ; says there’s a new student to be placed in our class, I need to go check it out.”
Chen Nan nodded, “Alright then, I should head back to the classroom too.”
“Yeah, teach again when you have ti,” Lan Yuqin said as she prepared to pack up her calligraphy, but upon looking at the table, she was taken aback.
Damn Chen Nan!
Did I write this?
Lan Yuqin felt sowhat embarrassed and quickly gathered up the paper, “That… don’t take it to heart, okay? I didn’t an to curse at you, I don’t know what happened, it just ca out like this.”
“What’s been written is surely your true feelings.”
Chen Nan put on a hurt expression and sighed, “Alas, to think this is how you perceive in your heart, truly heartbreaking!”
Lan Yuqin rolled her eyes at him, “Quit your gibbering, do you also want to apologize to you?”
“How could I? How could I!”
Chen Nan shook his head, waving it around, “It’s enough that you don’t scold , teacher, I wouldn’t dare expect an apology.”
“I can’t be bothered arguing with you, it wasn’t intentional anyway. Get going quickly, I still need to see the principal!”
Lan Yuqin said bluntly, and although she felt a bit guilty inside—after all, the person had kindly taught her calligraphy, and she had cursed at him—she certainly wouldn’t apologize to Chen Nan, because she knew very well that he wouldn’t get angry or even take it to heart.
“I’ve finished learning calligraphy, been cursed at, and now you’re rushing out,” Chen Nan lanted, “My dear beautiful teacher, you’re so heartless!”
“Dear your head!”
Lan Yuqin grabbed him and began to drag him out, saying, “If you slick talk again in the future, see how I’ll punish you.”
Chen Nan scratched his head and smiled without saying anything.
…
When Chen Nan returned to the classroom, there were only ten minutes of nap ti left.
He didn’t bother catching up on schoolwork, instead sitting there chatting with the two school beauties. When they asked what Lan Yuqin had called him for, Chen Nan said he had gone to teach her calligraphy.
As for the matter with Wang Dazhong, he didn’t ntion it at all; after all, it wasn’t anything to brag about.
“Silly, by saying that, you’re practically Lan teacher’s master now. If she ever makes us copy the school rules, you have to stand up for !” Su Qingqing laughed sweetly, her two dimples making her face exceptionally charming.
Chen Nan tapped her on the head lightly, “You and your mischievous ideas, never thinking of good things, always the bad.”
Su Qingqing stuck out her tongue and giggled.
Soon it was ti for the fifth period.
This was Lan Yuqin’s Chinese class, so not a single student in the class dared to be late. They were all seated nicely at their desks early on, waiting for the beautiful teacher to enter the classroom.
About ten seconds later, Lan Yuqin arrived at the classroom.
Following behind her was a young man who looked to be about twenty years old.
The students in the class were all puzzled, curious about what this man was there for, but Chen Nan’s expression turned solemn, his eyes fixated on the young man, his brows slowly furrowing.
Because he had noticed sothing unusual!
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