Zhao Beichen went around behind her, just to pick her up from behind when Yan Ruyu wasn't paying attention.

Zhao Beichen moved two steps to the side, supported the bed with one hand, and while Yan Yirong turned her head to try to look at him, he reached his other hand directly under Yan Ruyu's waist.

Even though he clenched his fists, Zhao Beichen was able to pick her up with just his arms, and the next second, he pulled back the quilt on the bed.

When Yan Ruyu saw what was under the quilt, she covered her face with her hands and lowered her head.

When Zhao Beichen saw the pair of clothes on the bed, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The room was quiet for a while. Zhao Beichen turned around and covered the quilt again. His eyes fell on Yan Ruyu who was covering her face.

His voice was slightly deep. "Ms. Yan didn't put her clothes in the closet, nor did she organize them in the suitcase. Instead, she put them all on the bed. Could it be that she wanted to change them on the bed at any time?"

If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of teasing in his voice.

Yan Ruyu originally thought that as long as she put the clothes somewhere out of sight before Professor Zhao came, there would be no problem.

But she never imagined that the clothes she had taken so much trouble to hide would now be displayed in front of Professor Zhao in such a simple way.

Yan Ruyu covered her face and took a look with two fingers apart.

Although the quilt has been covered now, she still feels very embarrassed.

I felt ashamed and said, "Professor, what are you talking about? I put my clothes here temporarily so that I can pack my luggage later, not to change them at any time."

Zhao Beichen kept looking at her, noticing her little movements, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Really? So that's how it is."

Zhao Beichen's lazy voice reached Yan Ruyu's ears. She felt as if Professor Zhao was speaking into her ear, and her cheeks suddenly felt hot.

Yan Ruyu covered her face even tighter.

Zhao Beichen lowered his eyebrows frivolously and looked at the people around him with interest.

Zhao Beichen lowered his head slightly, moved a little closer to her, and spoke almost in her ear.

He said casually, "Miss Yan is really strange. Your mentor's arm is right at your waist, but Miss Yan didn't feel anything. Instead, she was shy about the clothes under the quilt."

"Is Miss Yan different from ordinary girls, or does Miss Yan not mind?"

Although Zhao Beichen was still some distance away from her ear, he was closer to her after all, and the hot breath from his speech still passed through Yan Ruyu's ears.

Yan Ruyu was startled, and only then did she realize the warmth of the arm around her waist.

[Zhao, Zhao, Professor Zhao's arm, why is it still around my waist? I just took it away, why don't I feel anything?]

Yan Ruyu only felt that her face was like the water in the pot, which was about to boil.

He said helplessly, "I, I, I didn't, I just..."

Zhao Beichen's lips curled up slightly and he took his arm away from her waist.

When pulling out his arm, Zhao Beichen slowly stretched out his clenched fist, and his fingers, whether intentionally or unintentionally, brushed across Yan Ruyu's waist.

Yan Ruyu felt it and her body tensed up. She stood still and didn't dare to move. If she took her hand away, she would definitely see someone with a red face.

Because Zhao Beichen had noticed that her ears turned completely red.

The smile on his lips deepened, and he leisurely walked to the table and sat down, placing one arm on the table and supporting his chin.

He slowly said, "Ms. Yan, how long do you plan to stand there? Are you not going to study today?"

Hearing the voice, Yan Ruyu was slightly startled. She raised her head from her hands, looked around, and saw Zhao Beichen sitting in the distance.

[When did Professor Zhao go there? He even sat up. Wasn't he still beside me just now?]

[Just now, did Professor Zhao's hand accidentally touch my waist? This is too embarrassing. Oh my god, I still have to go over and sit there to study. How can I sit still? ]

Yan Ruyu thought so much, but she didn't think of anything else.

She just felt that what happened just now was a little embarrassing and made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't realize that she didn't reject some of Zhao Beichen's intentional or unintentional actions from the bottom of her heart.

All the embarrassing thoughts in Yan Ruyu's mind were heard by Zhao Beichen.

Zhao Beichen was not in a hurry to urge her to come over. He just held his head up and looked at her with deep eyes.

Yan Ruyu felt that it would be better for her to sit over there instead of standing here. If she sat down, she could cover her head with her hands. But standing here, it felt like she couldn't block anything.

Yan Ruyu gritted her teeth and walked over quickly, sat down quickly, shielding her face with one hand and waving a pen back and forth in the other.

Zhao Beichen glanced at her and asked leisurely, "Ms. Yan, didn't you say yesterday that you would tell me the competition city and how to get there today?"

"Miss Yan took out so many clothes, probably to pack her luggage, but Miss Yan hasn't told me where she's going to compete or when she's leaving."

"Could it be that Miss Yan is planning to wait until we get there before telling me?"

Yan Ruyu's mind was working quickly, thinking back from the time she learned the news until now, it seemed that she had never mentioned it at all.

She still covered her face and replied, "I'm sorry, Professor Zhao. The school has already notified the competition city, but I forgot. The competition city is Jiangcheng. The train is at 8 o'clock tomorrow. I bought two tickets yesterday."

Zhao Beichen simply stretched out his free hand, spread out his palm, and knocked on the table with his knuckles.

Yan Ruyu heard the voice and slowly turned half of her head to look.

Looking at his open hands, he asked in confusion, "What is Professor Zhao doing?"

Zhao Beichen pursed his lips. "Didn't Miss Yan just say that she had already bought the ticket yesterday? Miss Yan, won't you give me the ticket? Are you planning to let me buy another one?"

"...Oh, sorry, Professor Zhao." Yan Ruyu hurriedly opened the drawer of the desk and searched for the train ticket.

After finding the ticket, she pushed it in front of him and said, "Here."

Zhao Beichen picked up the ticket in front of him, took a look at it, and put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

Yan Ruyu returned to her previous posture.

Also...

[Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyu, what on earth were you thinking about just now? Not only did you forget to tell Professor Zhao the city of the competition, but you even forgot to give him the ticket. I feel like I was left with my head in school today.]

Zhao Beichen stared at the back of her head with a smile in his eyes, listening to her complaining about her own thoughts.

Today is really interesting...

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