Chapter 104 Emotional Debt

The day after Duan Mingxiao left, Cong Chun looked listless, like a lifeless cabbage that had been exposed to the sun in the field.

Even Guan Ran, who shared a dorm room with Cong Chun, noticed that something was wrong with him and cautiously inquired what was wrong.

Cong Chun shook his head seriously, but couldn't help yawning. He simply told Guan Ran that he hadn't slept well last night and that she shouldn't worry about him.

The next second, Guan Ran's expression turned strange. She quickly and carefully observed Cong Chun, and seemed a little nervous.

Cong Chun didn't seem to be sick, and there were no external injuries on his body. Perhaps he really didn't sleep well last night.

Guan Ran silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Zelong is now much more well-behaved and rarely speaks sarcastically anymore.

He seemed to have been given a dressing down, and he stopped playing games downstairs during this period, going to bed early, and even on Saturdays and Sundays he would leave early and come back late to rest.

That day at the Baroque Western restaurant, Du Zelong was pinned to a plate, and his entire right cheek was burned.

Fortunately, the porcelain plate holding the steak had been on the table for a while, otherwise Du Zelong would probably have been disfigured.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about Duan Mingxiao. The Duan family had donated several buildings to Yanda University, so it was obvious whose side the university would take.

Du Zelong has always been a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. He never expected that Cong Chun, who came from a remote city, would have such a powerful backer supporting him.

That day, after Du Zelong was admitted to the hospital, his father not only did not care about him, but also slapped him.

He was warned to behave himself at school. Du Zelong was afraid of the Duan family's reputation. After learning more about Duan Mingxiao in private, he became even more afraid.

So for the past few days, the other party has been avoiding Cong Chun in the dormitory.

However, Cong Chun failed to notice Du Zelong's subtle emotions and the occasional glances he would steal at her.

Cong Chun still thought that the young master was very capable and had made Du Zelong better.

If the young master weren't a professional race car driver, he would definitely be a great teacher; he would certainly be able to teach his students very well.

Without giving it much thought, Cong Chun put on his coat, grabbed his books, and prepared to go to class. It was a light gray coat, somewhat old; Cong Chun had worn it for a long time, and the clothes had gone from ill-fitting to fit perfectly. There was a Mickey Mouse silhouette on the back of the coat.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Cong Chun's clothes were deliberately distressed.

During the large class this morning, Cong Chun saw a familiar face: Lu Tinglan, an external psychology teacher, came to give them a lesson.

The man was wearing a black shirt, and a pair of very beautiful hands were visible at the cuffs, but his skin was sickly pale and the veins on the back of his hands were very prominent.

Lu Tinglan wore gold-rimmed glasses, giving him an air of refined and asceticism.

Many people below looked at the new teacher with curiosity. Lu Tinglan was attractive at first glance. Unlike the old professors in the school, young teachers can easily win the favor of everyone.

And students in almost all majors cannot do without psychology.

In addition, Lu Tinglan's voice is deep and gentle. Although he is an external teacher, his courses at Yanda University are very popular. The classroom atmosphere is relaxed, the teacher is good-looking, and the courses are easy. As a result, Lu Tinglan's courses are so difficult to get into that they are top-tier.

As soon as Cong Chun entered the room, he met Lu Tinglan's gaze as she was organizing documents on the podium.

He originally wanted to say hello, but then he remembered that this was at school and Lu Tinglan was about to start class.

Cong Chun pursed her lips and remained silent, while Lu Tinglan smiled amicably at Cong Chun. The man's smile behind his glasses was slightly cool but did not reach his eyes.

A while ago, a male teacher with an exceptionally striking appearance came to Yenching University, which was the subject of much discussion among the students. Some even said they had seen reports about Lu Tinglan in newspapers.

In short, Lu Tinglan is impeccable in terms of resume, family background, and even appearance.

Cong Chun took his book and sat in the third row from the front, in a seat near the window, where the view was excellent.

The class monitor, Xu Jiayan, happened to be sitting next to them. He was very enthusiastic and could exchange a few words with almost all the students.

Immediately afterwards, a head of flamboyant pink hair walked in through the door, impossible to ignore.

Ji Ruhui was wearing a printed short-sleeved shirt, which was quite fashionable. He was keen on dressing himself up. In short, the girls he liked had to be pleasing to the eye, and he also had the same requirements for himself.

The boy was playing on his phone when Ji Ruhui lazily lifted his eyelids, saw Cong Chun not far away, and walked over.

There were a few rich kids in the class who often hung out with him and saved him a seat in the large lecture hall, but Ji Ruhui took a different turn and walked to Cong Chun's side.

This class was originally a general education class, and the classroom was very large, a tiered classroom, where many professionals attended together.

Ji Ruhui smiled at Cong Chun, but dared not say much, his tone unusually polite.

The boy stared at Cong Chun and Xu Jiayan and asked them a question.

"Can I sit between the two of you?"

Cong Chun nodded. Ji Ruhui in front of him was the young master's friend, so of course he should help him in any way he could.

Xu Jiayan, who was standing to the side, was very enthusiastic. When he saw Ji Ruhui sit down, he tried to talk to Ji Ruhui, but Ji Ruhui ignored him completely.

Xu Jiayan was rebuffed and could only awkwardly take out his phone to chat with others.

Ji Ruhui raised an eyebrow and subconsciously curled the corners of her lips. What do you call this?

To prevent any potential problems for Ah-Can, since the person Ah-Can likes is Ji Ru-Hui's brother, he must protect him no matter what.

Below the stage, Cong Chun was taking notes diligently.

On stage, Lu Tinglan spoke slowly, but her gaze would occasionally linger on Cong Chun for a few seconds.

Lu Tinglan stood on the podium. The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with excellent body proportions, and a faint smile always played on his lips.

When he saw Ji Ruhui and Cong Chun talking, the man's eyes darkened for a moment, but it was fleeting and unfathomable.

At noon, at the school gate, Lu Tinglan's gaze fell on the boy in front of him. Sang Bai was blocking his car, looking like he was ready to die.

Sang Bai frowned, her eyes slightly red, as if she had just been crying. When the boy saw Lu Tinglan get out of the car, he immediately went to greet her, his tone still somewhat aggrieved.

"Brother Lu, why haven't you come to see me lately?"

Lu Tinglan's face was terribly cold, her brows furrowed.

"Didn't I tell you not to come looking for me if I haven't contacted you?"

Although the man's tone was calm, it carried a deep sense of warning.

"Who told you I was here?"

Sang Bai truly liked Lu Tinglan, and he would try his best to learn whatever tricks she wanted to see.

He endured the disgust he felt when working with others, hoping that one day this outstanding man would notice him.

Unfortunately, Lu Tinglan didn't appreciate it; he considered anything he didn't need to be a burden and a hassle.

Lu Tinglan stared at Sang Bai's face as if he were looking at a dead object.

Useless thing, might as well die.

Unfortunately, Sang Bai couldn't see the murderous intent in the boy's eyes.

Sang Bai was secretly delighted that Lu Tinglan had finally glanced at him.

If you beg him more, maybe he'll come back to you.

Unfortunately, there was no warmth in Lu Tinglan's eyes, only a chilling coldness.

Not far away, Ji Ruhui stood next to Cong Chun. The boy had an earphone on one ear and was making a voice call with Duan Mingxiao.

Ah-chan is really something, why is he even wary of him?

However, Xiao Congchun is indeed quite cute. You should ask her if she has any older or younger sisters when you have time.

The next second, Ji Ruhui suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Lu Tinglan not far away, as if watching a good show.

Why is there a strange boy next to Lu Tinglan? Is he crying?

Cong Chun also noticed, but he glanced at it and then looked away.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Ruhui curled the corners of her lips and muttered something as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong with Brother Lu? He's always getting into romantic entanglements with other women."

Ji Ruhui spoke softly, but Cong Chun could hear him clearly.

Seeing Cong Chun hesitate for a moment, Ji Ruhui's eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of smugness.

The ultimate love bodyguard, who else but me?

When Ah-Can returns from abroad, I must give him a few limited-edition supercars, or I can lend him my newly modified race car to play with.

He's been so diligent in protecting his sister-in-law, even a horse owner should reward him with some hay.