Chapter 30 It felt like her lips would press against his any second…
Wen Zhi was stunned by the extremely impactful scene before her eyes and stood frozen in place, not knowing where to look.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Juelan pull the half-torn piece of fabric back into place, and his fingertips suddenly felt a little hot.
After a moment, he remembered to explain, "I heard a sound inside, and I thought..."
At this point, Wen Zhi remembered that Song Juelan was injured in the shoulder, not the leg, so even if he fell inside, he could get up on his own.
He awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, turned around to leave, and suddenly heard someone behind him speak in a low voice.
"I accidentally knocked the razor away."
Wen Zhi turned her head to look at the ground and sure enough, she saw an electric shaver at Song Juelan's feet. The battery compartment was open, and a battery had rolled to the side.
Song Juelan's shoulder was probably hurting so badly that she couldn't bend down to pick it up.
"Don't move, I'll pick it up for you." He walked towards Song Juelan, bent down to pick up the razor, and put the battery back in.
When he straightened up and placed the razor on the shelf in the corner, he realized that he was being enveloped by a tall shadow.
His heart skipped a beat, and he slowly turned around to meet a pair of deep, dark eyes.
Song Juelan stood right behind him, so close that he could almost feel the heat emanating from her.
The naked upper body was right in front of him, the bulging muscles filling his entire field of vision, the full pectoral muscles, the well-defined abdominal muscles, and the even deeper V-line... His gaze suddenly felt unsure where to rest.
Although Song Juelan was still wearing boxer shorts, the scene was still a bit too stimulating for him.
He didn't know if it was because of Yao Zhihua's nonsense about "offering himself to you," but he felt a sudden sense of panic.
At such close range, he could even see Song Juelan's lowered eyelashes, as if Song Juelan would lower her head slightly and press her lips against his in the next second.
"You..." He was about to say something to break the strange atmosphere when a long, slender hand reached out to him, its hot fingertips stroking the skin on the side of his neck.
Before he could react, Song Juelan had already taken a step back, her expression unchanged: "There's water dripping on your neck."
Wen Zhi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gave a dry "oh".
He hurriedly opened the door and went out, returning to the living room. He sat down next to Xiao Tang, who was completely unaware of what was happening, his heartbeat still not back to normal.
His phone vibrated a few more times in his pocket. He took it out and saw that Yao Zhihua was asking him why he wasn't replying and if something had happened.
Wen Zhi realized that she had been led astray by this guy's words, which was why she was overthinking things, so she quickly changed the subject with a few words.
In his view, Song Juelan was an honest child who was very reliable despite his young age. He not only took good care of him, but also had a lot of patience with Xiaotang. He was not like those people with ulterior motives.
On the contrary, he was the one who was initially attracted to Song Juelan's appearance and figure; if anyone had impure motives, it should be him.
Moreover, his persona in front of Song Juelan was that of a single father with a child, while Song Juelan had only recently graduated from high school; the two were practically from different generations.
Wen Zhi's thoughts drifted further and further away until the bathroom door opened and Song Juelan walked out, his body steaming from the water.
His gaze swept over the clock on the wall, and he took Xiaotang's hand and stood up: "Juelan, if there's nothing else, let's go back first."
Song Juelan paused in the act of drying her hair with one hand, and after a moment of stillness, she said, "I'll take you."
"No need, it's not far."
Song Juelan didn't insist any further. He walked to the door and opened it for them, saying, "Be careful on the road."
Wen Zhi responded, took Xiao Tang's hand, walked to the elevator, and pressed the elevator button.
Song Juelan's gaze fell on Wen Zhi's slightly thin back, silently counting down the days until the next class.
In two more days, I will be able to see Wenzhi again.
“Oh, right,” Wen Zhi suddenly turned around, her long eyelashes blinking lightly, “Xiao Tang needs to ask for leave from the next class.”
Song Juelan's face stiffened. He knew he shouldn't interfere in the students' affairs, but he still subconsciously asked, "Why?"
“He has sparring in his taekwondo class in a couple of days, which clashes with his swimming class,” Wen Zhi explained to him.
Song Juelan pursed his thin lips, revealing obvious displeasure.
This was the first time Wen Zhi had seen Song Juelan look unhappy, and she asked cautiously, "Did it affect your work schedule?"
Song Juelan shook his head, his expression still not very good, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, then... see you next week."
Seeing that he didn't seem angry, Wen Zhi smiled with relief and led Xiao Tang into the elevator: "See you next week."
The elevator doors slowly closed, and the figure seemed to have been standing outside the doors the whole time, watching them leave.
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Due to the large number of students, sparring sessions in the Taekwondo class are scheduled during non-class hours.
That day, Wenzhi took Xiaotang, who was wearing a taekwondo uniform, to the taekwondo gym and, like other parents, stood outside the glass window to watch what was happening inside.
Inside the taekwondo gym, a young coach is organizing the children into a line and leading them in warm-up exercises.
Wen Zhi's gaze fell on the coach.
He used to think that the Taekwondo instructor had a great physique, with broad shoulders and a V-shaped waist that were quite attractive, but now, for some reason, he felt a bit uninterested after looking at him for a few moments.
It seems... she doesn't have as good a figure as Song Juelan.
He couldn't help but silently compare the two in his mind, looking the man up and down. The more he looked, the more he felt that Song Juelan was better, but he couldn't explain why.
Once all the trainees had arrived, the sparring officially began.
A thick white mat was placed in the center of the field. The first group of students stepped onto it, bowed to each other, and immediately launched an attack after the coach shouted "Start".
Finally, when Xiao Tang came on stage, Wen Zhi put down her phone and turned her gaze to the two people on the white mat.
Xiao Tang was sparring with an older boy who was taller and bigger than her, and his chubby body made him look less agile.
Xiao Tang has been practicing diligently at home these past few days, and her movements are very skilled. With a clean spinning kick, she knocked her opponent to the ground.
As soon as the coach called a stop, the chubby boy's mouth twitched, and he sat on the mat and burst into tears, his throat almost visible through his wide-open mouth.
Xiao Tang stood there, somewhat at a loss. She reached out to help the chubby boy, but he suddenly pushed her away, and she staggered back several steps before regaining her balance.
Wen Zhi, standing outside the glass window, frowned, somewhat displeased with the chubby boy's behavior.
The coach reacted quickly, taking the chubby boy off the field to rest and arranging for another child to come on and continue practicing with Xiaotang.
Nothing else happened after that. Xiaotang practiced a few rounds on the field, winning and losing. When she fell, she quickly got up on her own and didn't get upset at all.
After the practice session ended, Xiao Tang immediately looked out the glass window. As soon as she saw Wen Zhi, she smiled and skipped out.
"Zhizhi! Did you see me win?" Xiaotang hugged Wenzhi's leg, tilting her rosy little face up with bright, sparkling eyes.
Wen Zhi touched the top of his soft hair and took his hand: "Look, Xiao Tang is so handsome."
Xiao Tang jumped up and down excitedly: "The coach also praised me for being amazing!"
He was the youngest in the class, and his sparring partners were all older kids. It was quite impressive that he was able to win a few rounds.
Just as the two were about to turn and leave, a figure quickly approached and blocked their way.
Wen Zhi looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with an unfriendly expression, holding the hand of the chubby boy who had been kicked down by Xiao Tang during their sparring session.
"What's wrong with your child? You're so rough, you kicked my child and made him fall!" The woman glared at him fiercely, her voice shrill. "Apologize right now!"
The chubby little boy in her arms was still sobbing, his face flushed from crying, his little eyes staring defiantly at Xiao Tang.
Wen Zhi's gaze swept over the two of them, then she pulled Xiao Tang behind her to protect her, and said calmly, "This is a normal situation that can happen during sparring, and his movements did not violate any rules."
The woman persisted, stubbornly blocking their way: "What do you mean there were no rules? My child got hurt, so it's definitely your fault! You must apologize!"
Although she knew that the coach hadn't pointed it out, it meant there was no violation, she just couldn't swallow her anger and refused to admit that her child had lost to such a young child.
The young man in front of her, who had brought a child to class, looked easy to bully, so she wanted to regain her dignity by taking advantage of him.
As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome young man raised an eyebrow slightly, his clear, cool gaze falling on the child.
"Really? Where are you hurt?"
The chubby boy was covered in thick layers of fat, so when he fell, he didn't even get a scratch, let alone break any bones. He was completely unharmed, and even his complexion was rosy.
The woman was taken aback and knew her words were untenable, but she continued to argue and insist that she must apologize to her child.
A number of parents picking up their children were drawn by the commotion and gathered around to watch. Although they knew the woman was being unreasonable, they didn't dare to provoke her.
With the blazing sun overhead, Wen Zhi didn't want to waste any more time, so she compromised: "Can we go ask the coach what happened now, or check the surveillance footage?"
The woman knew that if she actually went to verify the situation, she would be even less in the right, so she flatly refused: "Who has the time for that? Apologize right now, and we'll call it even!"
Even though Wen Zhi didn't want to continue the entanglement, she didn't want Xiao Tang to apologize to someone for no reason, so she frowned and said, "Then please provide evidence of his violation."
After saying that, he was too lazy to waste any more words with her and took Xiaotang's hand to leave.
The woman knew that although Wen Zhi looked easy to bully, he was also a tall man, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop him if she went up to him. So she immediately shouted a name at the top of her lungs.
A middle-aged man with a burly face squeezed through the crowd. He looked like the little fat boy's father and immediately stopped Wen Zhi from leaving.
"They're the ones who bullied our Xiao Zhang, and they won't even apologize!" Seeing that someone was backing her up, the woman's arrogance immediately returned.
They only brought their child to class this summer vacation and had never met Xiaotang's parents. They also noticed that only Wenzhi came each time, so they assumed that it was just the two of them living together.
The middle-aged man snorted through his nose: "Don't even think about leaving without an apology!"
He looked the excessively handsome young man up and down, and then, without really thinking anything, sneered, "Don't say we're bullying you orphans and widows. You're the ones who are being unreasonable, pushing people and then trying to run away?"
Xiao Tang didn't understand the meaning of the word, but she was startled by the middle-aged man's fierce tone. She hugged Wen Zhi's leg tightly, tears welling up in her eyes: "Zhi Zhi..."
Wen Zhi had been standing in the sun for so long that she was already feeling dizzy from the heat, and most of the color had faded from her face.
Hearing what the other person said, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
Have these people been watching too many TV dramas? They really think he's a lonely, destitute widow.
His expression turned cold, and his gaze met the middle-aged man's eyes without flinching. His thin lips parted slightly, and he was about to utter some impolite words.
"Brother Jue Lan!" Xiao Tang suddenly let go of his leg and called out crisply towards the roadside.
Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then pursed her lips again without making a sound.
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Author's Note: This is an extra chapter for the 2,000 nutrient solutions! There will be another chapter around 10 PM tonight.
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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