Chapter 34 He Xilou is jealous
Lin Shuang said so, but for some reason, she always felt that He Xilou would truly like Meng Shiyi in the future...
He Xilou treats Meng Shiyi differently from other girls. Not only does he carry her like a princess, he also openly protects her and stands up for her, with a hint of smile in his eyes when he looks at her.
This has never happened before!
The more she thought about it, the more insecure she felt, and the more she felt a strong sense of crisis.
She always believed that she should be the exception in He Xilou's heart.
Meng Shiyi didn't want to cause trouble and attract hatred, and even more so, she didn't want to quarrel with girls.
But she couldn't stand the ridicule of others, and her voice gradually became cold:
"Instead of worrying about other people's private lives, why not worry about your own mental state? How can you be so confident in targeting other girls after such a long breakup? The mental hospital isn't far from here."
Meng Shiyi is very thin and looks like she would fall down with a slight breeze. Her voice is also gentle.
But as she walked towards me step by step, there was a strong sense of oppression. Every word she said was full of power, like a knife that pierced people's sore spots.
Lin Shuang is a pampered young lady who has been pampered since she was a child. She has never suffered such grievances.
Her manicure almost dug into her flesh: "How dare you call me a psycho?!"
There was no one monitoring around, let alone other students.
Lin Shuang suddenly raised her hand and slapped him with all her strength.
Next second.
Meng Shiyi grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly, saying in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:
"Senior sister, it will not look good if you take action."
As soon as the words fell, Meng Shiyi suddenly turned aside.
Lin Shuang's forearm bent severely.
She cried out in pain, her wrist was pinched so hard that tears were about to burst out.
“Ah—it hurts!”
Lin Shuang couldn't argue with her or beat her, her face turned green and she was shaking with anger.
The calmer and more rational Meng Shiyi was, the more Lin Shuang looked like an unreasonable clown.
"Okay," Lin Shuang put down her hand, her red lips curled up slightly, and she smiled softly at Meng Shiyi, "Then I wish you a smooth performance."
Her eyes seemed to be filled with poison, and the jealousy in them was almost overflowing...
The next day was Wednesday.
Meng Shiyi’s elective course on information technology is in the evening and lasts for three consecutive periods.
Other students in the school didn't know that He Xilou would be a teaching assistant. They came to class listlessly, with greasy hair that hadn't been washed for several days, and some even wore pajamas and flip-flops.
There are a total of 120 people taking this class in the new media tiered classroom, which is spacious and bright.
Meng Shiyi arrived very early and chose to sit in the middle.
Not long after, a boy sat down next to me and said shyly, "What a coincidence! You also chose this course?"
Meng Shiyi looked up.
Song Wenzhou.
He is her male partner in recitation and also the monitor of her class.
The boy was wearing a pair of black glasses and a simple short-sleeved shirt, looking very refreshing.
He is usually well-mannered, serious and responsible, sincere and polite to his classmates. Everyone has a very good opinion of him.
"Squad leader." Meng Shiyi smiled at him and greeted him.
Not long after, the class bell rang.
Because it is an elective course, most people have no enthusiasm and just keep their heads down playing with their phones.
With a "bang", a white-haired old man pushed the door open with a book between his legs and walked up to the podium.
The old man turned on the multimedia with a serious expression.
Meng Shiyi looked towards the door.
Next second.
A familiar and tall figure walked in.
He Xilou was wearing a simple and straight black suit, which outlined smooth lines. He was well-dressed, dignified and elegant.
He exudes a rebellious and lazy energy, and every move he makes is captivating.
He stood beside the professor, slowly sorting through the materials. He glanced at the classroom and spoke in a low, magnetic voice into the microphone on the podium:
"Hello everyone, I'm the teaching assistant for this class - He Xilou."
In an instant, the air suddenly froze.
A large group of students who were playing with their phones suddenly looked up.
The originally noisy classroom fell into an eerie silence.
Then, the crowd suddenly became agitated, with some even openly raising their phones to take photos.
Meng Shiyi could faintly hear the excited gossip of several girls.
The forum suddenly became extremely hot:
[#He Xilou is actually the teaching assistant for this electronic science elective class? Pictures reveal the truth# [Picture]] [Popular]
[It's true, I was there. But I haven't washed my hair in four days! My hair is so greasy.]
[Oh my god! This is the first time I've seen him in a black suit, and it suits him 100%. He looks like a domineering CEO. Who understands?! !]
[I'm willing to teach this class for free! If you're interested, please contact me privately: *****]
Is it too late to enroll in this course? I also want to see what he looks like up close. He looks pretty good in the photos.
[He seems to be in a window of opportunity right now. Has anyone signed him up? With his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he's worthy of being the living face of our Imperial University. Hiss, hiss, hiss—]
From a distance, Meng Shiyi looked up and was caught off guard by his dark eyes.
He Xilou's eyes were particularly deep, hiding an imperceptible smile.
The man's gaze fell on her face intentionally or unintentionally. When their eyes met, his thin lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile.
Are you looking at her?
Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment, silently withdrew her gaze, and lowered her head slightly.
He Xilou is the best student in the entire Information Department of Imperial University. He ranks first in GPA every year and has won numerous provincial and national awards. He even started his own business. With successful career and academic achievements, he is the proudest student of many professors.
It is perfectly appropriate to have him be an assistant coach.
Meng Shiyi looked down at her notebook, a little absent-minded.
He Xilou, he is really, really, really outstanding...
A QR code appeared on the big screen in the classroom, and everyone joined the course by scanning the code with Xuexi Tong.
He Xilou explained in a low voice: "Professor Wang just had surgery recently and his throat is uncomfortable, so I will be teaching this class for the time being."
The class officially began. His voice came through the microphone on the podium, mellow like a glass of red wine, slowly drifting into the ears, making the ears numb.
The professor sat in a chair next to the first row.
Many people below are listening attentively, but they are not listening to the content carefully, but are simply curious and admiring the looks.
It's simply a feast for those who love beautiful faces.
Meng Shiyi opened her notebook and lowered her head to take notes seriously.
Song Wenzhou leaned closer and smiled, "I didn't expect you to take your elective courses so seriously."
He pursed his lips and looked at Meng Shiyi cautiously.
Meng Shiyi has the appearance of a Jiangnan beauty, as if she is surrounded by misty rain.
Her skin is white and translucent, her eyebrows and eyes are like distant mountains covered with dark clouds, and her almond-shaped eyes are sparkling, like a piece of bright and pure white moonlight, gentle and pure, without being tainted by dust.
Song Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat.
"Class monitor," Meng Shiyi paused her pen and smiled faintly at him, "I just happen to be interested in this course."
There is a ten-minute break between classes.
Song Wenzhou coughed softly and asked politely, "There's a point I didn't quite understand just now. Can you teach me?"
"Yeah," Meng Shiyi nodded happily, "Of course."
She came closer, her voice clear and gentle, like ripples spreading out in circles, refreshing the heart.
Song Wenzhou listened absentmindedly, and nodded pretending to understand:
"I understand. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Meng Shiyi said, and suddenly felt a slightly cold gaze falling on her.
She followed that line of sight.
He Xilou stood on the podium, staring at her straight, with a nonchalant smile in his eyes.
Why does he keep looking here?
Meng Shiyi looked away, lowered her head, and pretended not to see it.
He Xilou is very tall, at about 1.9 meters. From his position on the podium, he can easily see every student's little movement clearly.
Especially the interaction between Meng Shiyi and Song Wenzhou, which fell very clearly into his eyes.
The two seemed to be very familiar with each other, chatting and laughing, and whispering to each other during class breaks.
It seems like we agreed to take this course together.
As a man himself, He Xilou could almost see the love that was about to burst out in Song Wenzhou's eyes at a glance.
Tsk.
He Xilou's gaze narrowed slightly, and an unknown wave of emotion rose in his dark pupils.
I don't know why, but I feel a bit irritated...
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