Chapter 12 has honestly and sincerely hired a French tutor.

Gu Zeming pushed open the door, his eyes dark and brooding, and strode into the dormitory.

Liang Shu looked up from the computer screen, his gaze momentarily fixed.

The person in front of me was like a rotten log soaked in the rainy season, exuding a damp and cold aura.

Liang Shu felt a chill run down her spine, but couldn't help asking curiously, "Why are you acting so strangely today? You look creepy, are you in a bad mood?"

Gu Zeming glanced at him, said nothing, and casually tossed the sack into a corner.

Liang Shu shrugged. His roommate was good in every other way, but he was too repressed. When he was in a bad mood, all he did was pick up trash. In critical moments, he had to rely on Liang Shu, his love strategist, to come up with ideas.

Liang Shu: "Although Jiang Chuyu likes you, it's not good for you to always be so aloof. Listen to me, a man needs to be a little more flirtatious to have a future. Look at junior Lin Jiashu, he's pretty good at it."

"Oh?" Gu Zeming went to the balcony to wash his hands, then returned inside, opened a bottle of soda, and slowly drank it. "If I remember correctly."

Liang Shu pricked up his ears.

Gu Zeming: "You've been single for twenty years, you confessed your feelings twice in high school and failed once in college, and you've never even held a girl's hand."

Liang Shu blushed: "How did you know?"

Gu Zeming: "You were shouting in your dream so loudly that the whole dorm could hear you."

Liang Shu: "..."

Liang Shu: "Damn it."

His attempt to show off backfired, and Liang Shu became withdrawn.

The dormitory became quiet as a result.

As Gu Zeming drank his soda, the image of Jiang Chuyu smiling at other men flashed through his mind, and the restlessness he had been deliberately suppressing resurfaced.

He put down the soda and went straight into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, and cold water poured over my head, instantly soaking my clothes. It gave me a kind of masochistic pleasure.

Only when he was in so much pain that he could barely breathe could he clearly recall her appearance.

Gu Zeming leaned against the wall with one hand, panting with his head down.

Liang Shu was right. Stripped of all pride and glamour, and stripped of all glory and numerous labels, he was just an ugly male ghost who wanted to possess her completely.

The fingertips felt moist and warm to the touch.

The skin she touched yesterday was burning.

Gu Zeming tilted his head back, letting the water flow over his Adam's apple and meander down along the lines of his abdominal muscles.

The rhythm of her chest heaving gradually spiraled out of control, her mind filled with images of her smiling at others.

The consequence of letting her have too much freedom is that she falls for other people again and again.

He should lock her up, brand her with his own mark, and make her accept only his care every day.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, as if he could feel her breath lingering around his ear, warm and soft, with a faint sweet fragrance.

A dozen minutes later, the restlessness subsided, and Gu Zeming reached out to turn off the shower and changed into a clean set of sports pajamas.

Today is payday at the Western restaurant. He came out of the bathroom and habitually opened his email to check the bill, only to see that familiar account again.

After being snubbed twice, the other party didn't give up; instead, they became more persistent and this time even took the initiative to ask for his resume and contact information. Judging from their wording, they were clearly a novice headhunter with little recruitment experience.

After browsing the attachments, Gu Zeming threw them directly into the recycle bin.

He was in a terrible mood and had no time to deal with the headhunter's persistent pestering.

The phone buzzed.

He glanced down at it.

Qin Jiyuan sent me a photo.

The background is a private room in a restaurant.

There were dozens of people appearing on camera.

Without any text or notes, it could easily stir his emotions.

Gu Zeming stared at the men and women sitting side by side in the group photo, his brows furrowed and his fingers tightening.

Without almost any hesitation, he saved the video, cropped out everyone around Jiang Chuyu, leaving only her.

He touched her eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks through the screen with his fingertips, and smiled gently, finally satisfied.

*

Back in her dorm, Jiang Chuyu took a hot shower and turned on her computer.

She had already prepared herself to be blocked by Gu Zeming, but when she opened her email, she saw that the email she had sent earlier was read.

Jiang Chuyu breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ten fingers tap lightly on the keyboard.

She couldn't wait to introduce the tutoring job to Gu Zeming.

He works so hard picking up trash every day, yet he doesn't earn much money, wasting his good looks and physique. As a wealthy woman from A University, his junior, and a staunch supporter of his abs, shouldn't she step in to rescue him and give him a better job opportunity?

Given that Gu Zeming prefers to read messages but not reply, this time, she decided to tailor-make a job posting for him, giving him a reason he couldn't refuse.

Jiang Chuyu was editing and deleting files on the computer.

We are looking for a French tutor.

Requirements: Good-looking face, 187cm tall, model figure, eight-pack abs, long fingers, sexy lips, good stamina, good at charming people, GPA of 4.0 in all subjects, French C1 or above, received school-level scholarship, proficient in music theory, piano grade 10...

Note: Ideally, the candidate should be Gu Zeming, a third-year student in the Aerospace Engineering major at University A.

Salary: Negotiable

Location: Room 1203, NOVA International Apartment, next to the High School Affiliated to University A.

Interview time: Saturday morning at 10:00 AM.

After editing the last punctuation mark and pressing Enter, Jiang Chuyu hesitated for a moment before clicking Send.

There's no turning back now; at worst, Gu Zeming will just block me.

Since he's always been indifferent to her, things can't get any worse.

Jiang Chuyu turned off her computer and calmed herself down a bit.

While I was typing just now, my mind wandered too much, and my heart was racing.

After a few minutes of rest, I took a quick nap, and the new week began with me feeling half-dead again.

After class on Wednesday, Jiang Chuyu took out her phone to check her email status.

The result shows: Unread.

I sighed softly, put away my phone, and went to the cafeteria for lunch with my roommate.

During the journey, I received a message from Li Sen.

[Love Letter is being re-released today. Are you free tonight? Let's watch it together!]

A few days ago, when the two were taking a walk, they talked about their favorite movies. She mentioned "Love Letter," and Li Sen unexpectedly remembered it.

Jiang Chuyu: [I want to go, but I have a French elective class tonight, what a pity.]

Li Sen: [Is this Teacher Li's class?]

Jiang Chuyu: [Eh? You know our French teacher?]

Li Sen: [Yeah, I took his class when I was an undergraduate. It was really interesting. I suddenly miss the feeling of auditing his classes back then.]

Jiang Chuyu thought for a moment and asked, "Would you like to attend another class?"

Li Sen: [That's exactly what I was thinking.]

Jiang Chuyu: [I'll save you a spot.]

Li Sen: [What would you like to drink? I'll bring you a drink from the bar on my way.]

Jiang Chu: [Double berry juice, thank you.]

Li Sen: [Okay, see you later.]

Being friends with intelligent people who are emotionally stable and gentle is truly a joyful and relaxing experience.

Seeing that she was constantly looking down at her phone, Caiyan leaned over and asked, "Who are you chatting with? You seem so happy."

Jiang Chuyu put away her phone and replied, "A new friend I just met."

Caiyan: "Male or female?"

Jiang Chuyu: "Male."

Her expression was so calm that even Caiyan was taken aback.

Seeing this, Shi Qing asked curiously, "What kind of friend are you?"

Jiang Chuyu: "We're just ordinary friends right now."

Shi Qing, who held conservative views, was startled by these words. "But don't you like Senior Gu? Why are you with another man..."

Jiang Chuyu said nonchalantly, "Because my mom wants me to be with him."

Some things are best left unsaid; she doesn't want to explain any further.

After dinner, Lin Yun and Shi Qing went straight back to their dormitory, while she and Caiyan went to the lecture hall together.

As dusk approached, with about ten minutes left before class, the two sat down against the wall.

My phone vibrated.

Jiang Chuyu glanced at it.

Li Sen: [I've arrived at the front gate.]

Jiang Chuyu stood up, looked towards the door, waved to Li Sen, and suddenly her pupils dilated.

She saw another familiar figure.

There were many people around, and the students coming and going all seemed to be in a hurry.

Gu Zeming walked slowly into the classroom, followed by several male classmates.

There were too many students taking this course, from different colleges and majors. She was lazy before and didn't know Gu Zeming, so she hadn't paid much attention. It turned out that he had chosen the same French course as her.

Several female students nearby were whispering among themselves, mentioning his name several times.

"So handsome! No matter how many times I see that face, it's still breathtaking!"

"Taking French classes is truly a blessing; you can earn credits and see handsome guys at the same time. It's so wonderful."

"If he sits next to us later, I'll go all out and ask him for his contact information!"

He was lost in thought.

Li Sen was already walking towards her, and at the same time, Gu Zeming seemed to have noticed them as well.

Caiyan, who was beside him, jumped up like a spring and shouted in the direction of Gu Zeming and the others, "Ashu, over here!"

? ? ?

There's no need to be so enthusiastic!

Jiang Chuyu was powerless to stop her roommate's actions, which were so swift.

For a moment, she seemed to lose her composure, then took her bag aside, offered Li Senteng a seat, and smiled gently and harmlessly: "Is it alright if you sit here?"

"Mm." Li Sen handed her the juice and sat down next to her.

Jiang Chuyu took a deep breath and turned her gaze to Gu Zeming.

He and Liang Shuzheng walked over.

She swallowed hard, appearing calm on the surface, but inwardly she was already devastated and wanted to end her own life.

Finally, they stopped at the table. Gu Zeming's gaze fell on her, his face somewhat gloomy.

Today he was dressed simply in jeans and a plain black cotton T-shirt, with his backpack casually slung across his body, and his sneakers were always impeccably clean. His expression was aloof, and he exuded a cool and distant handsomeness.

Normally, Jiang Chuyu would have taken a few more glances at it.

But today...

Jiang Chuyu: He has become honest.

Liang Shu looked at the only empty seat left in their row and said with disdain, "You called us all this way, but you didn't save us any seats?"

Caiyan grinned, "Who said there aren't any? Our back row is empty, isn't it?"

"How can that be the same?" Liang Shu clicked his tongue lightly, as if he wanted to say something more.

Gu Zeming said, "Sit down."

Liang Shu choked and obediently sat down in the back row.

The cushion creaked softly, causing the table to shake as well.

Jiang Chuyu's eyelids twitched, and she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

I was hesitating whether to say hello.

Li Sen sensed the awkward atmosphere and asked in confusion, "You two know each other?"

Jiang Chuyu hesitated for a moment, about to speak, when she heard Gu Zeming behind her say, "I know him."

Li Sen turned his head: "Shall I introduce myself?"

Gu Zeming succinctly stated: "Her senior."

Li Sen: "Oh, I'm a first-year graduate student in the Department of Finance. You can call me senior brother, just like Chu Yu does."

Gu Zeming: "I've never seen you around her before, did you just meet her?"

Li Sen: "Yes, last Sunday."

Gu Zeming: "Oh, four days."

The two started chatting, initially about her, but later shifting to French and finance.

Jiang Chuyu remained an observer, unable to get a word in edgewise.

After starting his graduate studies, Li Sen rarely encountered anyone with whom he could have in-depth conversations about finance, and who shared his intellectual and academic achievements. After chatting for two minutes, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you also a finance major, junior?"

Liang Shu, who was standing next to him, chimed in with a smile: "No, my buddy is an aerospace engineer."

Li Sen paused, a look of surprise on his face.

Just then, the school bell rang.

Gu Zeming ended the conversation and leaned forward slightly.

Jiang Chuyu, who was sitting in front, immediately felt his presence coming from behind, followed by his voice.

"Junior sister."

His voice was deeper than I expected, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Jiang Chuyu felt a shiver run down her neck, her whole body tensed up, and her fair ears quickly turned red.

She was completely unable to resist the approach of that body. Even without any physical contact, just the sound entering her eardrums would make her heart itch, and she had no time to pay attention to Li Sen beside her.

She had grown accustomed to Gu Zeming's indifference, and now she desperately wanted to turn around, look into his eyes, and see what expression he had when he called her "junior."

But she dared not move.

Gu Zeming stared at her bright red ears and parted his thin lips slightly: "I didn't bring my French book, can we read it together?"