Chapter 19 has no other meaning.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people standing by the pool were stunned.

Xiao Tang blinked blankly, tilted her head up, and stared at the tall man.

But... he already has a father.

Wen Zhi blinked her long eyelashes, looking somewhat bewildered, her expression mirroring Xiao Tang's.

Zhu Zhenghao was also quite startled by this statement, staring blankly at his friend who had made such a startling remark.

What happened?

He usually doesn't meddle in other people's business, but when he does, it's a big deal.

Stared at by three pairs of eyes, Song Juelan finally realized how shocking her words had been.

His throat bobbed involuntarily, and he explained in a low voice, "What I mean is, I can participate in this event as another parent of Xiaotang."

Hearing Song Juelan's explanation, Wen Zhi's tense nerves finally relaxed.

The nonsensical statement that Song Juelan just made sounded like a ghost story.

Zhu Zhenghao also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems the world hasn't gone mad yet.

"No problem, just fill in your information here." He pulled out a registration form and pointed to the parent information section.

This activity requires parents to participate because some projects require two people to work together. In special cases like Wenzhi's, it's no big deal to make an exception.

Wen Zhi took the registration form and glanced at Song Juelan hesitantly: "Won't this be too much trouble for you?"

He signed up for the event to increase Song Juelan's income, but he never expected that he would have to trouble Song Juelan to participate in the event as well.

“No trouble at all, I was going to go help anyway,” Song Juelan said calmly.

Zhu Zhenghao, who was standing next to him, gave him a strange look.

This is unbelievable! He clearly asked Song Juelan if he was going, and Song Juelan replied crisply, "No time." Now his attitude has changed faster than the weather.

Wen Zhi took the registration form, walked to the bench, sat down, placed the form on her lap, filled in her information, and then handed it to Song Juelan next to her.

The handwriting on the registration form was neat and legible. In one of the parent information columns, the name "Wen Zhi" was written.

Song Juelan stared at the two characters for a moment before slowly putting down his pen and writing his name in the other column.

The two names are very close together, with very different font styles, yet they have a strange sense of harmony.

He wrote his phone number in the blank space, closed the pen, and handed the registration form and pen back to Wen Zhi.

Recalling the somewhat offensive remark he had just blurted out, Song Juelan hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and misspoke."

He didn't want Wen Zhi to feel that his words were disrespectful to him.

Wen Zhi smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it."

Even so, he was indeed startled when he heard that rather ambiguous statement.

Fortunately, Song Juelan didn't really want to be the child's father.

Looking at that faint smile, Song Juelan's Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly before he subtly looked away.

He certainly didn't mean anything by it.

Wen Zhi filled in all the remaining blanks, checked them over again, signed her name at the bottom, and then took the registration form to the front desk to pay the fee.

The employee on duty at the front desk today is the same employee who answered Wenzhi's questions about swimming lessons on the day the swimming pool opened.

As Wen Zhi walked over, the receptionist immediately recognized the striking young father and greeted him warmly.

Wen Zhi smiled politely at him and handed him the registration form: "Hello, I would like to register for this parent-child activity."

The receptionist took the registration form with a smile, looked down to check it, and her smile froze slightly when she saw another name in the parent information section.

Is there something wrong with his eyes?

Otherwise, how could Coach Song's name be seen on the registration form?

The receptionist put down the registration form with a complicated expression, pressed a few buttons on the cash register, and then looked at Wen Zhi with a smile: "How do I pay?"

Wen Zhi took out her phone to pay, but was startled by the amount displayed on the cash register screen.

This short, few-day parent-child activity cost about the same as two months of swimming lessons.

As he paid, he was having second thoughts.

This number is much colder than the one Song Juelan showed last time.

Back in the pool area, he saw Xiaotang waving her chubby arms at him from the water.

Wen Zhi walked to the edge of the pool, bent down, and watched the little frogs splashing in the water with interest: "What's wrong?"

"Zhizhi, I can swim now!" Xiaotang shook her head proudly, eager to show off the results of her lessons.

Wen Zhi glanced at Song Juelan beside her and said with a smile, "Really? Let me see."

Xiao Tang lay on the float, her two short legs kicking forcefully underwater a few times, and she swam forward a short distance, wobbling along.

Although he can't leave the kickboard yet, his swimming style is very standard and quite impressive.

Although Wen Zhi didn't understand what kind of pose it was, she still praised, "Xiao Tang is great!"

Zhu Zhenghao, who was watching from the sidelines, also gave a thumbs up: "You learn so fast, you'll be able to let go of the float in another month, right?"

He couldn't help but glance at Song Juelan beside him.

I never expected that someone like Song Juelan, who had zero teaching experience, could actually teach Xiaotang so well.

As expected, for top students, there's no such thing as doing something badly, only not wanting to do it.

Little Tang in the water was praised a few times, and she raised her head and happily kicked the water with her little legs.

Wen Zhi patted Xiao Tang's head and continued Zhu Zhenghao's words, "If you let go of the float, you can swim as coolly as Brother Jue Lan."

The word "handsome" reached Song Juelan's ears, and her heart skipped a beat.

He silently compared the word "handsome" with Wen Zhi's compliment on others as "good-looking," and felt that the former was slightly better.

"Huh, have you ever seen him swim?" Zhu Zhenghao asked, sounding somewhat surprised.

Since the start of classes, Wen Zhi has almost always arrived in the afternoon, while Song Juelan only swims for a while at noon, so Wen Zhi should have never seen him.

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, and the only time she had ever seen Song Juelan swimming flashed through her mind.

—It was that time I stood outside the swimming pool and peeked through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled, "I've never seen it, but I can imagine it."

When this topic came up, Zhu Zhenghao immediately puffed out his chest proudly and boasted, "Coach Song is indeed a very good swimmer. He has been training since he was a child and has won several awards. He has also gained a lot of fans, and he can't keep up with all the love letters he receives."

"Really?" Wen Zhi's curious gaze fell on Song Juelan.

He thought Song Juelan had just found a casual part-time job, but he didn't expect her to be so professional.

No wonder Song Juelan is so tall and has such a great physique; it turns out he trained from a young age.

Zhu Zhenghao wanted to continue sharing, but suddenly received a slightly warning look from Song Juelan and immediately stopped talking.

After class, Wen Zhi helped Xiao Tang ashore and took out a towel to dry her off.

Song Juelan stood by the pool, looking in the direction of the two, when she suddenly saw Zhu Zhenghao next to her winking at her.

"Hey, several more people have been asking me about you. Should I give them your contact information so we can get to know each other?"

He had previously worried that Song Juelan would be too busy to find a partner while helping out at the swimming pool, but it turned out that his worries were completely unnecessary.

From the first day of business, people kept coming to him to inquire about Song Juelan, and several trash cans were filled with small slips of paper with his contact information written on them.

Song Juelan didn't even lift his eyelids, coldly uttering two words: "You dare."

Zhu Zhenghao certainly didn't have the guts, but he couldn't help asking, "You really don't plan to date?"

In the past, it could be said that it was to avoid delaying studies, but now that the college entrance examination is over, what need is there for remaining chaste?

"It's pointless," Song Juelan said succinctly.

Zhu Zhenghao was speechless.

For someone like Song Juelan, dating is indeed meaningless.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like for Song Juelan to fall in love with someone.

"Don't you have a type you like?" Zhu Zhenghao pressed on relentlessly.

Song Juelan didn't speak, his gaze sweeping over the figure by the pool.

Wen Zhi sat on the bench, her head down as she sorted through the things in her bag. Her long eyelashes, like small fans, cast soft shadows on her eyelids.

Zhu Zhenghao followed his gaze, expecting to see Song Juelan's ideal type, but instead only saw Wen Zhi.

"Huh, Mr. Wen hasn't gone back yet." Without thinking of anything else, he looked around and saw Xiao Tang, who had just finished class, run to the shallow water area and was playing on the slide.

When he turned around again, he saw a man sitting next to Wen Zhi, talking to her.

The distance was a bit far, so the exact words couldn't be heard, but the person was sitting very close to Wen Zhi, with a smile on their face, clearly trying to strike up a conversation.

Song Juelan's brows furrowed instantly, and without thinking, she was about to step in that direction.

Zhu Zhenghao quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Get him out of here." Song Juelan frowned, staring at the man, feeling somewhat displeased.

Zhu Zhenghao found it somewhat absurd: "Why?"

Song Juelan frowned and glanced at him, feeling that he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Wen Zhi's child is already so big, and that man is still trying to chat her up. Isn't he just causing trouble for Wen Zhi?

Zhu Zhenghao couldn't understand what Song Juelan was thinking, so he could only hold his arm tightly, afraid that he would really rush over.

He tried to reason with Song, the academic genius who was clueless about social etiquette: "You said it yourself, it's not easy for Wenzhi to take care of the child alone, it's a good thing that she can meet new people."

Song Juelan paused, suddenly frozen in place.

A note from the author:

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Thanks to Xiao Yu for the landmine~

Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!

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