Chapter 138

After everyone left, Jiang You sat down wearily. Li Shui created a group chat and added all six students from Tengzhong University to it.

Li Shui posted a picture: "[You all need to find your supervising teacher tomorrow.]"

The image is a table indicating who is mentoring whom, along with the mentor's information.

Jiang You glanced at it and decided to ask Pei Qing to take her.

He entered Cambridge University at the age of eighteen, obtained a Bachelor of Science degree two years later, and a Master of Science degree two years later... A whole host of titles followed, leaving Jiang You speechless and dizzy.

Such an amazing person is teaching junior high physics? Shouldn't he be doing scientific research?

People in the group also saw Xiang Peiqing's information and sent messages expressing their admiration and respect.

Jiang You's eyelashes trembled; she was naturally somewhat intimidated by powerful people.

At night, the big boss woke Pei Qing up with a start, realizing he'd forgotten to write down that he'd won first place in an international competition during junior high.

How could he be so careless?

The thought that Jiang You had overlooked even a single feather from his tail feathers caused him immense heartache, and he rolled around under the covers in agony.

In the early morning, regretting not sleeping all night, Xiang Peiqing got up expressionlessly, dressed herself up nicely, and went to the office.

Jiang You arrived early, standing obediently to one side of the door with his head down, still wearing a low ponytail, a fake two-piece hoodie, and dark loose jeans.

She is very well-behaved and cute.

How could she be so pleasing to the eye? I felt an instant attraction to her. My heart pounded rapidly. I stared at Pei Qing for two seconds, then quickly walked over, glanced at her casually, and said, "You're here so early. How long have you been waiting?"

If Jiang You were to pay close attention, he would notice a slight blush creeping up the tips of Pei Qing's ears.

But the girl was naturally reserved, so she forced a polite smile and said, "I didn't wait, I just arrived myself."

Unlike the other teachers who shared an office, Pei Qing had his own private office.

Stepping inside, a refreshing minty aroma carrying a unique hormonal scent hits you.

"Sit down." Xiang Peiqing sat on the sofa, gesturing for her to sit down. She picked up a book from the table, glanced at Jiang You sitting opposite her, and blurted out unhappily, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

"From now on, we'll be sleeping in the same bed like an old married couple..." Xiang Peiqing thought to herself, but then she saw Jiang You staring blankly without saying a word. Suddenly realizing what she was thinking, she was startled.

What's wrong with him? He wasn't like this before.

Having never had a crush on anyone in his life, Pei Qing didn't know if this was normal or abnormal. He said guiltily, "I meant you should sit here and look at the documents together. There's only one copy of these documents."

"Oh, oh," Jiang You quickly sat down next to him.

There was still some distance between them. Xiang Peiqing stared at that small distance, her eyes somewhat glazed over.

"What's wrong?" Jiang You asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing," Xiang Peiqing said, holding the documents and explaining the day's schedule.

Her gaze couldn't help but drift towards Jiang You. She was looking at the documents and listening attentively. She had no smell on her body, no, there was a very faint scent of shower gel, but you had to stick her face close to her skin to smell it.

You'll perform better if you break a sweat. So how do you break a sweat? That's obvious—you sweat while exercising in bed, of course.

With him.

While still talking to Pei Qing, he had already scanned the girl once, and not satisfied, he scanned her again.

His gaze sharpened as he noticed the girl's clothes, and a slight unease crept into his brow.

The girl was dressed in designer brands, but her skin, her hair, and her posture all suggested that her family wasn't very wealthy, or at least couldn't afford the designer clothes she wore.

Was it bought to try and make a good impression at this school? Or was it a gift from a friend? Or perhaps a man bought it for her?

Thinking of the latter possibility, Xiang Peiqing's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't doubt that he was under a spell, nor did he think about whether he was a pervert; all he could think about was who it was.

My heart is throbbing and hardening, and it hurts terribly.

Xiang Peiqing thought with a gloomy face, "No rush. Even if she has a boyfriend, he can't compare to me. We'll break up sooner or later."