In this prime of youth, Qian Xi does not regret meeting Chen Wenzhi at all.
The heartless top student x the dedicated, shy little sweetheart.
In the past, it seemed he never cared about...
That will be better, right?
Their breathing was clearly audible in the narrow stairwell, and their heartbeats stimulated their eardrums.
"How should I address the teacher?" Ying Qian asked.
"The teacher's surname is Song, so just call him Teacher Song," he replied.
When he reached the door, he calmed down and knocked.
"Coming, coming!" came a woman's voice from inside the door.
The woman who opened the door was short and plump, with a face full of collagen, but you could see the gray hairs at her temples.
"Teacher's wife," Chen Wenzhi called out.
The woman patted Chen Wenzhi on the shoulder, beaming from ear to ear: "Little Chen! Why didn't you tell me! Oh dear! I haven't even bought any groceries!"
She noticed that Ying Qian was obediently hiding beside Chen Wenzhi, and without asking any questions, she invited her into the house.
The house is only a little over 80 square meters, but it is kept very clean and has a lively atmosphere.
The kitchen range hood is still running.
"Where is the teacher?" Chen Wenzhi asked.
"Old Song went downstairs to buy wine, sit for a while! I'll go cook some dishes." The woman smiled brightly, hurried back to the kitchen, and called out again, "There's fruit on the table! Help yourself!"
Ying Qian's face was filled with fear.
How embarrassing!
I really don't know where to start when faced with an enthusiastic stranger.
"Would you like some oranges?" a reassuring voice asked.
Ying Qian turned to look at him. He took an orange from the table and peeled it in his hand.
He fed her a segment of orange and asked, puzzled, "Why are you looking at me?"
"I'm so embarrassed..." she said bluntly.
Chen Wenzhi rubbed her hand a few times, which seemed to have become their way of comforting each other, and her original tension and panic dissipated a lot.
It was a thankless task, she said, "My hands were covered in orange peel juice, all sticky."
As she spoke, she rubbed against Chen Wenzhi. He leaned forward to dodge, then went even further, covering her entire hand with his own. "I didn't bring many sets of clothes. Are you planning to use a hairdryer to dry them if they get dirty?"