Chapter 195 Taste

Growing up, he was more like an older brother. Qiao Suisui was a little distracted.

Qiao Jiming touched her head and said, "Did you hear that? Come and try it."

She said "Oh" and followed his method to tighten the door lock.

"When someone knocks on the door, don't open it right away. Ask who it is first. Remember that?" He was a little worried. Remembering the news reports of drunks breaking into girls' rooms, he asked again, "Why don't you just come home with me?"

Qiao Suisui waved her hands impatiently, "I'm not going back."

He said no more.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Qiao Suisui picked it up. It was Guan Weizhi, asking if she had time. He told her to pick up her homework and meet him at the entrance of the lecture hall. Qiao Jiming walked away to help her put on her clothes.

She didn't bring too many clothes this time. Her underwear and skirt were clean, so she didn't pack them separately. Qiao Jiming was folding her skirt and brought out a white lace bra.

The boy's ears turned red instantly, his hands paused and froze for a few seconds, then he continued to tidy up as if nothing had happened, but the base of his ears and neck were covered with a thin red patch.

At this time, Qiao Susu hung up the phone, walked over and saw that all his clothes had been sorted and folded, and he was putting the clothes into the closet one by one.

"I'll do the rest myself."

"Um."

Qiao Jiming faced the wardrobe, his back to her, so she couldn't see his expression. He agreed, but his hands continued to help her put the clothes into the wardrobe, stopping only after they were all sorted.

"Who called just now?" He asked casually with his back to her.

"A friend." Qiao Susu didn't want to tell him too much.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Qiao Jiming's eyes. He gently closed the cabinet door, still facing away from Qiao Sui Sui, his hand still on the cabinet door handle. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Have you been in a bad mood lately?"

"Um?"

Qiao Jiming said, "Did I do something to make you angry?"

"Why do you say that?"

The young man turned around and walked in front of her. His height had surpassed hers two years ago. At this time, Qiao Jiming leaned over slightly, picked up a strand of her hair with his slender and handsome hands, and put it to his nose to smell it.

"Because you seem to be starting to hate me again, sister."

He leaned so close that Qiao Susu could smell the pleasant, fresh soap scent on him.

Qiao Suisui turned her face away and covered it up uncomfortably, "No, you're overthinking it."

Qiao Jiming stared at her for a long moment, then smiled faintly, "Okay, I was overthinking it."

After that, she said a few more perfunctory words and urged him to leave. Qiao Jiming didn't know whether he didn't understand or was doing it on purpose, but he delayed for a long time before finally leaving slowly. Before leaving, he also told her to return his messages and calls in time.

After sending her brother away, Qiao Susu lay back on the big bed in the hotel, thinking about the message sent by Ye Xi. She recalled the scene before she was forced to log out, and her brain was working rapidly.

Qiao Suisui stood up, picked up a pen, and wrote on the notebook while sorting out her thoughts. After writing a page, she deduced a guess that was very close to the truth -

In that bizarre dream, she remembered that the system seemed to prompt her that the game had failed.

Qiao Suisui drew an arrow next to the word "failure" and wrote the word "log out".

If the game fails, you will be logged out.

What caused her to fail?

She was clearly living a good life, having children and accumulating points as the system required. This game allowed for a high degree of freedom; the system never assigned her any tasks; everything proceeded according to her own choices. What went wrong?

Qiao Susu frantically drew circles on the paper with a pen, unable to figure out what had caused her to fail the game.

She decided to go to the appointment tomorrow and ask the so-called player No. 001.

Perhaps there are many other players besides her and Ye Xi, and others are playing the game but are not progressing as fast as her.

So is their world in the game the same as yours?

Will they also meet Ruka, Munakata, Anubis and the others?

Will they experience the same story as I do?

Are there other players who were forced to log out like her?

Doubts filled her mind, and before she knew it, the time she had agreed with Guan Weizi had passed. Qiao Susu hurried to the school's tiered classroom.

When we arrived, Guan Weizhi was leaning against a table in the first row of the classroom, his head bowed over a book. He was wearing a white shirt and gray cigarette trousers—no logos on his clothes, but the style, material, and fit to his figure revealed their considerable value. His long legs were crossed, and the sunlight streaming through the classroom window cast a halo over him, casting a cool and elegant aura. His handsome appearance, coupled with his aloof demeanor, was enough to put anyone off.

"Teacher Guan, I'm sorry I'm late."

Without even raising his head or taking his eyes off the book, Guan Weizhi said calmly, "You're busier than me."

Qiao Susu looked a little embarrassed, then she took out a homework from her bag and handed it to him with both hands.

"Teacher Guan, this is my homework."

Guan Weizi's gaze moved from the book in his hand to the white and tender fingertips, and then to the neatly stapled A4 papers.

He did not take the end of the paper closer to himself, but instead took it from her fingertips and flipped through it casually.

Qiao Susu clenched her fingers nervously, waiting for the trial.

"not bad."

When she heard Guan Weizi's comment, she was stunned for a moment.

She'd rushed out this assignment last night. She'd forgotten some of the professional knowledge she'd forgotten in the past, so she'd just typed it out without paying attention. Today was the deadline, so she rushed through it, and by the end, she hadn't even had time to review it completely. Unexpectedly, Guan Weizhi not only didn't scold her, but actually praised her. Feeling a little guilty, Qiao Suisui stood there, laughing dryly, unsure what to say.

The classroom fell silent.

After a long while, Guan Weizhi's voice suddenly rang out: "It's time for dinner."

Qiao Suisui nodded.

Guan Weizhi glanced at her, didn't hear what she said next, lowered his eyes, paused for two seconds, and said, "Come with me."

"Where are you going?"

"Pay back the meal you owe."

Even as Qiao Suisui sat in Guan Weizhi's passenger seat, she still felt a sense of unreality. Guan Weizhi had only just joined the school this semester, and there were rumors he'd been parachuted in, though he'd never directly addressed the issue. She was majoring in drama, a field where faculty and student relationships were generally much closer than in other majors. Furthermore, many professors, with backgrounds in the arts, weren't as rigid and pedantic as those in other departments. While some might have a touch of academic tenacity, most were free-spirited and often engaged with students.

So it is normal for teachers and students to eat and drink together on some special days.

However, Qiao Susu had never gone out to eat with any teacher alone. Before, she always followed her seniors to eat with the professors in the department.

"seat belt."

"Huh? Oh." She came to her senses and tried to fasten her seat belt, but it was stuck.

As she was adjusting, a slender hand reached out and helped her adjust the seat belt.

His breath moved closer, bringing with it a unique fragrance that she remembered; it was one of Penhaligon's perfumes.

Qiao Suisui had learned about this perfume from Lin Xixi when they were shopping together. It was called The Tragedy of Lord George, and the top notes were brandy, with a woody, noble feel. The bottle was shaped like a golden deer head. She glanced at the price and quickly put it back.

Qiao Susu was a little distracted, thinking that she had just smelled 500 yuan, and she didn't notice that Guan Weizi's eyes swept across her slender white neck and exquisite collarbone without a trace.

The man helped her fasten her seat belt, and without pausing for long, he turned around, put his hands on the steering wheel, and adjusted his breathing subtly.

The car was unusually silent.

Qiao Susu sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead. Suddenly, Guan Weizi's cold voice came.

"What do you like to eat?"

Who should I choose: a younger orthopedic yandere VS a teacher who is so beautiful?

(End of this chapter)