Chapter 78 Extra (2)
◎The correct way to be jealous◎
After buying some groceries, I returned to Teacher Gao's house. After ringing the doorbell, it was Fang Ming who opened the door. He was wearing gloves and seemed to have just come out of the kitchen. When I looked again, I saw that Zhao Yan's friends were all there. Teacher Gao and Sun Yao were playing chess, and Min Sui and Zhou Yan were standing behind one of them, acting as military advisors.
Seeing Jiang Siyue's confusion, Zhao Yan handed the dish to Fang Ming and explained, "Several of us are from Huazhong University of Science and Technology. Our majors are either finance or economics. We are all students of Professor Gao."
The admission score for the School of Economics at Hua University is not low. Jiang Siyue had heard them talk about the absurdity of high school before, and thought that except for Zhao Yan, everyone else was studying abroad!
"Hey wait..." Fang Ming raised his hand to signal, "I'm not, I just followed them to eat for free. You guys have fun, I'm going to go wash the vegetables first."
Jiang Siyue wanted to help, but Mrs. Luo stuffed a fruit plate at her and chased her out. "No, no, I just love cooking and other mundane things." After that, Mrs. Luo shouted to the living room, "Lao Gao, there are so many children, why don't you play mahjong!"
"Ouch! I finally got it! Let's do it!"
After Teacher Gao finished speaking, Zhao Yan immediately leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Teacher Gao was originally from Shu. She settled in Yunjing after marrying Mrs. Luo."
Jiang Siyue nodded with a wry smile. No wonder Teacher Gao was so excited when talking about mahjong.
In a short while, Teacher Gao had already found a mahjong table and started playing, and the quiet living room immediately became lively.
"We are short of one, hurry up! Who will come?!" Gao Jianjun called out to the two of them.
"I can't play Sichuan Mahjong." Min Sui sat on the side eating fruit and was also not planning to participate.
Jiang Siyue relied on luck to play cards and had no skills at all. After walking over, she naturally retreated behind Zhao Yan.
"No, no." Sun Yao saw her intention and quickly refused, shouting, "It would be boring if Lao Zhao joined in. He's too calculating. I always lose. No! Let Siyue come!"
Zhao Yan tilted his head, looked at her with his head tilted, and said, "Wife, it seems that you are the only one who can do it. Don't forget me if you win."
Jiang Siyue looked at the stool with a bitter face, "I'm not very good at..."
"Just in time!" Sun Yao couldn't wait. "Old Zhao has been the only winner for so many years. I have to make a profit today!"
It's not a good idea to remain in a stalemate. Teacher Gao also seems to be looking forward to it. Jiang Siyue sat down on the stool, hoping to lose less.
"It's okay." Zhao Yan pulled a stool and sat next to her. "I just got my salary. We are rich people."
Jiang Siyue felt that Zhao Yan's "encouragement" was completely useless. After the dealer rolled the dice and began to sort the cards, Jiang Siyue sorted them out and then judged the deck she wanted to make based on the cards.
"Thirty thousand!" Sun Yao threw out a card, and then said to Zhao Yan without looking up: "Speak first, a true gentleman watches chess without saying a word. You can't give instructions."
"Of course." Jiang Siyue agreed readily. She was not someone who could not afford to lose.
"OK." Zhao Yan didn't care.
…
After more than thirty games, the other three had both wins and losses, except Jiang Siyue, who only won once, and it was the smallest one. Looking at Zhao Yan's face covered with notes, she regretted that she had agreed so readily.
In the entertainment bureau, the bets were small, and what was worse than losing money was the stickers. The bigger the losses, the more stickers he got, and Zhao Yan's face was already covered with them.
He taped a piece of paper to his collar, and his hand was suddenly grabbed by Zhao Yan. Through the "densely packed" paper, Zhao Yan's sad eyes could be vaguely seen.
"Student Jiang, if you don't win a couple more games, your handsome teacher Zhao will be gone."
Jiang Siyue: "Okay, I'll try my best." Zhao Yan's unintentional coquettishness was very fatal to her.
After starting over again, Jiang Siyue took a deep breath and prepared to learn while playing.
"By the way, did you see Zhang Min'an at the opening ceremony today?" Gao Jianjun threw out a piece of paper and asked casually.
Jiang Siyue stared at the table, calculated quickly for a while, and then answered, "No, did someone change this year?" Zhang Min'an also had a position in the administration before, and he had to give a speech at the opening ceremony. Jiang Siyue had written a manuscript for him.
I didn't notice it before, but now that Gao Jianjun mentioned it, I realized it.
"That's about right." Gao Jianjun stared at the cards and said casually, "Being fired is also a kind of replacement."
"Ah?" Jiang Siyue was shocked and threw the cards in her hand away without thinking.
"Hehe, fifty thousand, I'm kidding!" Gao Jianjun laughed like a naughty boy, and everyone started over again.
"Why was I fired all of a sudden?" Jiang Siyue was a little absent-minded, so Zhao Yan sorted the cards for her.
"Suddenly?" Gao Jianjun glanced at Zhao Yan, who was concentrating on coding. "In early February, the story of him giving his daughter's thesis started circulating. He's been so absorbed in administrative work these past few years, and his academics aren't great to begin with, that people turned their backs on him even more. This past July, during graduation season, several of his students jointly reported him, and within ten days, they investigated and issued him a notice."
Jiang Siyue opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
When the meeting was held in January, Zhao Yan told others about Zhang Min'an taking the paper. Jiang Siyue thought that it would at most ferment within the circle and ruin the reputation of Zhang Min'an and Zhang Yaqing, but she didn't expect that Zhang Min'an was directly fired.
"Hurry up, Xiao Siyue, roll the dice!" Gao Jianjun changed the subject and turned his attention back to the cards. Jiang Siyue and Zhao Yan smiled at each other, picked up the dice and threw them out.
Those who win by unorthodox means will lose everything if they make one wrong move. It is not surprising that Zhang Min'an had such an ending.
After Jiang Siyue sorted the cards, she looked cunning, "Has everyone won enough? It's my turn to win!"
…
After successfully removing the paper from Zhao Yan's face, Mrs. Luo also shouted for dinner. At the dinner table, Sun Yao glanced at the paper slips all over his body and angrily ate his food.
"After this note is stuck, you can only take it out tomorrow unless you win." He made these rules himself. He originally wanted to trick Jiang Siyue, but he didn't expect her to figure it out so quickly. In the end, it was all his fault.
"Sun Yao, this cloud shoulder is so unique, with so many strands." Min Sui was very happy to add fuel to the fire.
"You're still laughing at me." Sun Yao sneered, "Look at your Zhou Yan, how is he any better than me? He's like a tree branch that has turned into a spirit."
Zhou Yan took a deep breath and said very seriously: "You don't have a wife."
Sun Yao: "...Can you please stop saying this every time?"
Zhou Yan: "You don't have a wife."
Sun Yao: "Hiss, Lao Fang has nothing either, don't hurt him."
Fang Ming had a chicken wing stuffed in his mouth. He didn't expect that he could be shot even when lying down. After slowly swallowing the food in his mouth, he said, "It's okay. Go ahead and say it. It can't hurt me."
Sun Yao frowned, and then, the next second, he heard Zhou Yan's voice, "Sun Yao, you don't have a wife."
Damn! He even mentioned names!
Sun Yao couldn't argue, so he looked at Teacher Gao, who was praising the delicious dishes cooked by Mrs. Luo, and then looked at Zhao Yan, who was peeling shrimps for his wife... Forget it, he decided to eat.
After dinner, a few people chatted with the two old people for a while, laughing and jokingly, and then left. Sun Yao suggested going to the bar for a second game, but everyone shook their heads and refused. In the end, they decided to go home.
Zhao Yan's car was parked farther away, in a parking lot in another direction. After everyone said goodbye, the two held hands and slowly walked along the school's greenway.
Early autumn has arrived, but the heat of midsummer has not yet subsided, and the wind blowing in is also dry.
When passing by the basketball court, cheers, friction sounds, and the sound of basketballs hitting the ground mixed into her ears. Jiang Siyue turned her head and looked over, casually looking at the people in the court.
"Will you play basketball here in college?"
"Occasionally." Zhao Yan followed her gaze and smiled. "I played more in high school. I'm busy every day in college, so I don't have much time."
At this time, a game at the basketball hoop closest to the two of them ended, and everyone returned to their chairs to drink water. Only one boy was offered water by another girl, and there was a burst of exclamations from all around.
Jiang Siyue tilted her head, stared into his eyes and asked, "Zhao Yan, did Xie Xishu also bring you water at that time?"
Zhao Yan nodded her head and chuckled, "Are you jealous? I had never played basketball at that time."
"Yeah, just eat!" Jiang Siyue tilted her head and snorted softly, "It's no use coaxing you, unless you help me keep an eye on another set of data."
"How about I keep an eye on your future data for you?"
"Okay—" Before she could even utter the word "yeah", Zhao Yan pinched her cheek. "Ah! Zhao Yan! I'll go home and let Chuyi bite you!"
Zhao Yan ignored her threat and asked, "Did you deliver water to Xu Chu in college?"
Jiang Siyue's arrogant aura suddenly weakened, and she lowered her head and stammered, trying to change the subject.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Yan was so angry that his teeth were itching. He let go of her cheek, grabbed her hand and walked towards the basketball court, "Follow me!"
"Don't be angry! Teacher Zhao, isn't it okay that I don't want you to stare at me?" Jiang Siyue tried to get away with it, but Zhao Yan ignored her ruthlessly.
Arriving at the basketball court, Jiang Siyue was forced to sit down, while Zhao Yan squatted down to tie his shoelaces. Because he was accompanying her today, he was dressed very casually, a typical masculine style.
"You don't want to play basketball, do you?" Jiang Siyue asked tentatively.
Zhao Yan nodded, and the scattered light from the street lamp above his head fell into his eyes. In a trance, Jiang Siyue felt as if she really saw Zhao Yan in college.
"Remember to bring me water." After saying this, Zhao Yan walked towards the basketball hoop behind him. He discussed with other students for a while and then joined the other team.
Grabbing the ball, passing the ball, shooting... His eyes were focused, and the ball in his hand drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then rolled around the basket a few times before scoring a goal.
It can be seen that he plays basketball very well and beautifully. Those ordinary moves instantly become pleasing to the eye after passing through his hands.
After watching for a while, Jiang Siyue suddenly remembered that she was still missing an important prop. Fortunately, there was a supermarket outside the stadium. She hurriedly asked a classmate who was also going to the supermarket to buy her a bottle of water.
After the girl bought the water, Jiang Siyue thanked her sincerely and waited for him on the stool holding the water.
After a while, several people stopped and bumped fists. Jiang Siyue knew it was her turn to perform. When she was about to go forward with water, she found that Zhao Yan was held by a boy, so she decided to wait a little longer.
Maybe they were exchanging ball skills.
Under the basketball hoop, Zhao Yan's eyes turned cold after hearing what the boy said.
"Brother, I'm really not a scumbag. I just want to make friends with your sister and get to know her..."
Zhao Yan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He glanced at Jiang Siyue who was still standing there holding the water in a daze, and was speechless.
"Um...Brother? Can I have your WeChat?"
Zhao Yan forced a smile, his eyes devoid of any warmth, "Sorry, that's my wife."
The male classmate was shocked and apologized quickly, "Sorry, brother..."
After the two finished chatting, Jiang Siyue came forward excitedly, handed over the water, smiled and said, "Teacher Zhao, have some water."
The male student who hadn't walked far was thinking: "Oh my god! I asked for the teacher's wife's WeChat right in front of the teacher. I hope this teacher won't teach me for the next few years..."
Zhao Yan looked at Jiang Siyue with a bright face and sighed silently in his heart. Then he smiled, took the water from her hand and drank it in big gulps.
"By the way, what did that student say to you just now? Was he impressed by your playing skills?"
He was impressed by my wife's beauty. Zhao Yan complained in his heart, now he finally knew what it felt like to bring up something that was not relevant.
"Go home." Zhao Yan held her hand and walked out of the court with big strides.
"Is it that urgent?" Jiang Siyue wondered, "Do you want to take a break?"
"No." Zhao Yan refused firmly, "Go home and rest." And fulfill his rights as a husband.
Jiang Siyue was even more confused, but she quickly put aside her doubts. Anyway, as long as Zhao Yan forgot about the jealousy, it would be fine. She could just take a rest.
In the second half of the night, Jiang Siyue collapsed on the bed in a daze, her soul seemed to be separated from her body, her limbs were numb and powerless, and she allowed Zhao Yan to manipulate her into any shape he wanted...
What kind of rest is this?
Under the atmosphere, she pushed softly, not knowing where she touched. Zhao Yan in the darkness let out a very suppressed "hiss", and then she felt that something was swollen like a sponge, and was holding it up with its head held high, ready to go.
Zhao Yan breathed heavily, leaned over and asked, "Is it okay?"
"Uh... huh..." Before she could say no, he had already started to act. It looked like a question, but Zhao Yan didn't give her a chance to answer.
It’s too early to let go of my heart.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
