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"Tell me, what happened?"
Wang Jing sat in her office chair, frowning as she looked at Jiang Huali.
She said earnestly, "You are still young, you should focus on your studies. As for relationships, there will be plenty of time to talk about them and experience them later, don't you think?"
Jiang Huali opened her mouth, trying to defend herself: "Teacher, actually I didn't write this love letter."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jing not only failed to calm down, but his brows furrowed even more.
She was a Chinese language teacher, and while she wouldn't claim to know every student's handwriting inside and out, she was still familiar with Jiang Huali's handwriting.
She placed the love letter on the table, pointed to the words on it, and said, "Look at it yourself, isn't this your handwriting?"
Jiang Huali's gaze fell on the love letter. Her first reaction wasn't to be surprised by the handwriting that was exactly the same as hers, but rather to be disgusted by the cheesy content.
She could dig a castle out of her feet right now.
She gritted her teeth and cursed the rules of this mission world a hundred times in her mind.
After briefly reflecting on her ruined image, Jiang Huali took a deep breath and forced herself to admit, "Teacher, I understand. I will definitely put aside all other thoughts, concentrate on my studies, and get into a good university."
Wang Jing then smiled slightly and said in a soft voice, "I believe you. I won't discuss this with your parents. Take the letter back, and don't let it happen again, understand?"
She knew the student's family situation and knew that Jiang Huali lived with her grandmother and her parents were not around. She had no intention of making the matter more serious.
Jiang Huali took the love letter, nodded with a straight face, and said, "I understand, thank you, teacher."
As Jiang Huali walked out of the office with the letter in her hand, her face fell immediately. If she were a groundhog, she would probably have already dug a hole and burrowed deep underground.
Although it wasn't a serious matter, the goosebumps on Jiang Huali's arms still hadn't gone away.
Just go back and explain to Lu Zhou, make up any reason.
As for...
Jiang Huali was not surprised to see He Yuqing outside the office door.
He stood in the corridor near the railing, with the trees planted on campus behind him. The leaves in the south do not turn yellow in autumn; they remain lush and green, and a few leaves would fall when the wind blew.
He Yuqing stood amidst this scene.
As Jiang Huali stepped out of the office, he noticed the movement and looked up at her.
The bell rang at that moment to signal the end of get out of class.
It was already the end of the last class in the afternoon, and students poured out of the classrooms, making the corridor crowded.
He Yuqing walked over and stood side by side with Jiang Huali.
The two walked back towards the classroom, going against the crowd heading towards the stairwell. He Yuqing remained quiet the whole way until Jiang Huali finished packing her things and left the teaching building, at which point he finally made a sound.
"Are you going home?"
He Yuqing asked.
Jiang Huali usually eats dinner at the school cafeteria, where the school provides meal subsidies for impoverished students, which is both affordable and convenient.
"No, I'm going out to make a phone call."
She couldn't reach the system and wondered if it had woken up yet.
There was a landline in the security room. Jiang Huali dialed her own cell phone, but after a busy signal, the call automatically ended because no one answered.
It seems he hasn't woken up yet.
Seeing Jiang Huali put down the receiver, He Yuqing asked, "Are you going to the cafeteria now?"
He glanced at the time.
Jiang Huali exclaimed "Ah!" Going to the cafeteria at this time would most likely result in being crushed to death by the crowds and dying from the terrible food.
"I'll go later."
Even though the food isn't very good if we go later, at least we won't be squeezed like sponges.
He Yuqing: "Would you like to have dinner with me?"
He Yuqing rarely eats in the school cafeteria; the housekeeper at home prepares the meals in advance and has the driver deliver them.
Jiang Huali hesitated for a moment, thinking about the bland food in the cafeteria.
Let's go together.
He Yuqing continued.
In Jiang Huali's mind, He Yuqing is the same person as Meng Zhiling and Mo Ci, whom she met in the previous two worlds. Even though they did not develop a romantic relationship in this mission world, she felt more relaxed when facing He Yuqing.
"Okay then?"
Jiang Huali Road.
He Yuqing smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."
Dinner was eaten in the car. The driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat, wiped his sweat, turned to He Yuqing and said, "Young Master, I'll go buy a bottle of water."
He Yuqing nodded.
The driver then got out of the car.
The wife and husband usually trust their child and don't ask him to report on He Yuqing's daily life. The driver had seen Jiang Huali a few times, but this was the first time he had seen the girl having dinner with He Yuqing.
Although the two were not using the same bowl and chopsticks, the intimacy between them made the driver feel like a third wheel.
He had no intention of prying into his employer's private life, so he went to a convenience store, bought a bottle of water, and sat down.
Having dinner with He Yuqing, Jiang Huali felt as if she had rediscovered the feeling she had in the first world.
She misses Aunt Wang a little.
Upon arriving in this mission world, Jiang Huali's daily meals were hardly considered delicious.
Her cooking skills are just average, and she usually eats fast food from milk tea shops or canteens.
When she suddenly ate the food prepared by the housekeeper hired by He Yuqing's family, tears welled up in her eyes.
He Yuqing was very close to her and noticed her expression.
"Would you like to eat with me tomorrow?"
He said.
Jiang Huali finished eating, put down her chopsticks, and said upon hearing this, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
He Yuqing: "My cousin said she wants to raise your tutoring fees recently. You can tell her which part of the money to allocate to me each month, and I'll have the housekeeper cook your meals and send them over together."
He Shuyuan wants to raise her salary?
Jiang Huali had never heard her mention it.
He Yuqing then added, "You can ask her when you get back tonight. She told me what she said last night, but she probably hasn't had a chance to tell you yet."
Since things had come to this point, Jiang Huali tilted her head, looked at He Yuqing, and smiled: "Okay, then I'll leave the cooking to you from now on."
He Yuqing smiled and said, "Mm."
After dinner, it was time to go back to school for evening study. The driver, carrying a bottle of mineral water, returned to the car.
Jiang Huali and He Yuqing walked side by side on their way back to the classroom. It was already getting dark, and the streetlights on campus were on.
He Yuqing finally asked the question: "You... like Lu Zhou?"
Actually, he shouldn't have asked. Jiang Huali didn't say anything when she came out of the teacher's office this afternoon, which meant she didn't want to.
He had no right to ask.
But his heart felt like it was being gnawed away, empty and hollow, with only the sound of the wind whistling past.
Why someone else?
Why can't it be him?
He felt the evening breeze blowing in his face, his eyes suddenly felt dry, and an unspeakable feeling of jealousy welled up in his heart. His breathing became labored, and he stopped in his tracks, unwilling to go any further.
unless……
Unless I hear her explanation with my own ears.
No matter the explanation, if she could say something to deceive him, whatever it was, whether true or false, he would be willing to swallow it like honey.
Jiang Huali really didn't know how to explain this, so she stopped, avoiding He Yuqing's gaze, and tried to change the subject: "The class bell seems to be ringing soon, why don't we go back to the classroom first?"
After he finished speaking, there was no sound from the side for a long time.
Only then did she turn her head to look at the expression on the face of the person next to her.
Hmm...it looks smelly.
Jiang Huali sighed, trying to make her tone more sincere: "If I said that I didn't write that letter, would you believe me?"
She answered.
That should be the answer he wants to hear.
But he still felt like he'd been bitten by a venomous snake. He thought to himself, "That's enough. I shouldn't ask any more questions."
His voice sounded somewhat floaty in the evening breeze: "Can I take a look?"
What are you looking at?
"Can I see that letter?" He Yuqing repeated.
Jiang Huali froze, carefully examined He Yuqing's expression, and pursed her lips: "You must have heard what Teacher Wang and I were saying outside the office today, right?"
He didn't know how long he had been standing outside, and Jiang Huali would never believe he hadn't eavesdropped.
Asking her like that makes him seem pitiful.
What's there to pity about... She didn't need to show it to him.
Jiang Huali reluctantly took out the love letter that could shock eight hundred heroes from her schoolbag, grabbed He Yuqing's wrist with one hand, and stuffed the letter into his hand with the other.
"Go ahead and watch, but let's make this clear first: after you've watched it, you're not allowed to ask me anything!"
He Yuqing remained silent.
It didn't move either.
Jiang Huali nudged him: "Don't you want to watch anymore?"
"look."
He then slowly opened the envelope and took out the postcard with a bunch of cheesy love quotes written on it.
Jiang Huali shuddered awkwardly.
One minute, two minutes... five minutes passed.
He Yuqing finally put down the letter, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of grievance: "You lied to me."
Jiang Huali shook her leg.
"You chose to see it yourself."
Jiang Huali knew what he was talking about. Anyone familiar with her handwriting could recognize that the letter was written by her. Even if she had a hundred mouths, she couldn't find any credible excuse.
Is it true that someone else imitated her handwriting?
Please, she's in a school setting, not a palace intrigue world.
He Yuqing didn't know what he wanted either. From any perspective, he shouldn't have done these things or said such things.
Did she see through his thoughts?
He Yuqing couldn't see clearly; he didn't know what he wanted.
She was willing to make excuses to deceive him, and she was also willing to let him see this letter and expose her lies.
He Yuqing felt a little annoyed.
Jiang Huali... Jiang Huali didn't even need to look anymore to know what kind of person He Yuqing was right now.
It's exactly the same as in the first world.
She sighed, having no choice but to resort to her ultimate move.
Jiang Huali took out a pen, snatched the postcard that He Yuqing was clutching tightly in his hand, quickly crossed out the first "Luzhou", and then wrote the three big characters "He Yuqing" on it in a few strokes.
After writing, she capped the pen and put the postcard back in He Yuqing's hand.
Under the moonlight, she had a faint smile on her face, and her voice carried a hint of helplessness.
"Is this alright now?"
He Yuqing lowered his eyes, looking at the fresh handwriting on the postcard, which stood out amidst the sweet words, bursting with intense heat.
His fingers holding the postcard seemed to be burned, and he involuntarily curled them up.
My heart feels like it's been burned too.
The cool evening breeze couldn't extinguish the heat; his entire world was filled with the smile of the person in front of him and the deafening pounding of his heart.
His thoughts, it seemed, were also reflected in the clear moonlight—
Everything is laid out before us.
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