Chapter 146
After Jiang You finished educating the group, she dismissed them and turned her gaze to the boy who had just saved her, who was leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought.
The black windbreaker completely concealed his figure; at first glance, he appeared tall and slender, with delicate eyebrows that framed his eyes, which arched upwards from the inside out.
Her nose was slightly upturned, and her thin lips, with their distinct peaks, carried a faint smile.
Jiang You glanced at them and lamented that there weren't any such handsome classmates in her school.
Because of his age being older than the boy, and his natural status as a teacher, Jiang You had the confidence of an adult and didn't feel the nervousness and stage fright he used to have when he saw handsome men.
It's actually because she was afraid of teachers when she was a child, and she projected that onto others, assuming that others were also afraid of teachers to some extent.
Jiang You's vision was too narrow. She thought it was the same as the traditional public school she attended, but she completely forgot that in this school, which was nicknamed the "elite school," the teachers were just high-class nannies.
Who would be afraid of a nanny?
The baby-faced boy wasn't afraid, but he was afraid that his classmates would tease him, and that the girl he had a crush on would be too shy to talk to him anymore.
Jiang You first thanked the student, then asked with concern, "Are you alright, student? Is anything bothering you?"
“Ye Mu,” the boy looked up at him, his expression casual yet aggressive, “my name is Ye Mu.”
Jiang Youxin's heart skipped a beat, feeling extremely uneasy. He felt as if their positions had shifted; the teacher was no longer a teacher, and the student was no longer a student.
However, a younger brother is still a younger brother. His age and the fact that he was a teacher gave Jiang You confidence and a sense of superiority, and her unease quickly dissipated: "Okay, Ye Mu, were you injured just now?"
"I bumped my back," Ye Mu lied earnestly, "I'm just kidding. It's nothing serious. I'll go to the infirmary and get some medicine to put on it."
After saying that, he supported his waist and went downstairs to walk outside.
Sure enough, after walking a few steps, a voice came from behind: "I'll take you to the infirmary."
Ye Mu curled his lips into a smile, trying his best to act like a well-behaved student that the teacher liked, and said, "Teacher, you go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm fine, I can go by myself."
Being sensible is one of the labels of a good student in the eyes of teachers. It is undeniable that who doesn't like a well-behaved person?
Upon hearing this, Jiang You became even more determined to take Ye Mu to the infirmary.
Ye Mu raised an eyebrow, a faint, triumphant smile appearing on his face, which vanished quickly. He naturally extended his arm for the teacher to support him: "Then thank you, teacher. By the way, teacher, what's your name? I've never seen you before."
While secretly gathering information, Jiang You, unaware of Ye Mu's thoughts, replied, "Jiang You, just call me sister. I'm not a teacher yet; I'm a student from Tengzhong Normal University."
"A sophomore? I'm a sophomore in high school. If I'm not mistaken, we're only three years apart."
You're seventeen?
"Yes, teacher. Teacher, may I call you by your name? I'd like to be your friend."
During adolescence, especially for junior and senior high school students, knowing people in society is a source of pride and a source of pride, and the same applies to being very familiar with teachers.
Jiang You was thinking about the knowledge he had learned before, which is a psychological problem for junior high and high school students.
Besides, she'll be teaching junior high, which has absolutely nothing to do with high school. If something goes wrong, and she comes to intern during her senior year, Ye Mu will have already graduated.
So he nodded and said, "Okay, let's be friends."
Ye Mu smiled and called out softly, "Jiang You."
As readers of novels know, younger women who don't call their older sisters "sister" often have wild thoughts.
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