Gao Qinyi was clearly startled and instinctively wanted to scream.
But the next second she covered her mouth herself.
That's right. She rubbed her eyes; she had indeed sneaked into his room last night.
This isn't his fault!
Her room was clearly just across the aisle!
She kept waiting for Zhou Chu to come to her, and didn't even lock the door.
She waited for a very long time, until she was so sleepless that he still didn't open her bedroom door.
She couldn't help but approach his door, but all she could hear was his even breathing.
How could such a small lock possibly stop her?
You should know that she has the keys to all the doors in this room.
With just a gentle twist, the door opens.
Sure enough! He was sleeping so soundly!
All that anticipation I spent waiting in the room for so long was for nothing!
Is this what a typical straight man is like?
Just as she was about to hit him with a pillow to wake him up, she suddenly had a bold idea.
I wonder what his expression would be if he found himself lying in his arms the next day?
Yes, that's the expression you're making right now.
She sat up in bed and scrutinized Zhou Chu in front of her.
Her face was flushed, and she lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
"Sister Qin," Zhou Chu sighed, "what do you suggest we do?"
It's unbelievable that someone as clever as him could be so cruelly manipulated one day.
He was certain that he hadn't done anything last night; Gao Qinyi had simply come to his bed on her own.
But will Mother listen to this explanation?
Based on his understanding of his mother, he would likely strongly support his relationship with her.
Will Gao Qinyi's parents listen?
Her personality is inherited from her mother. If her mother found out that her daughter had been "slept with" by him, she would probably bring the Civil Affairs Bureau over on the spot.
"What should we do?" Gao Qinyi reached out and smoothed his hair, which was messy from waking up early. "I'm not an unreasonable person. I'll give you three days to move here, and I can keep this a secret for you."
"Sister Qin, you're being a bit... If I had to use an idiom to describe this, it would probably be..."
As he spoke, he slowly got off the bed, but before he could utter the words "taking advantage of someone's misfortune," he was still in the middle of the night.
"Then I'll go and talk to Auntie."
“It’s only natural!” Zhou Chu sat down again, his face full of determination.
“But I have one more request.” As she spoke, Gao Qinyi looked out the window, her gaze drifting into the distance: “I’m not very good at riding a bike myself, I especially like sitting on the back. I just want to see what it’s like for Chu Chu, who used to be so aloof, to be my driver.”
"Sister Qin, I can't ride a bike." Although Zhou Chu really wanted to run away, he still managed to force a polite smile.
"You're still riding pretty well, aren't you?" Gao Qinyi hugged Zhou Chu's belly tightly, leaning her whole body against him.
Strands of hair, ruffled by the autumn wind, clung to his face, causing a slightly itchy sensation.
As a typical suburban area, the morning air was extremely fresh, but it couldn't mask the faint fragrance emanating from Gao Qinyi.
She clearly hadn't applied any makeup in the morning; he basically watched her finish washing up.
This must be the unique fragrance of a young girl; he couldn't figure it out anyway.
It seems I was too naive.
The morning rush hour is for people going to work in the city. On the road leading to the university town, there were hardly any cars, and Zhou Chu was driving very fast.
The main reason is that I don't want people to see that I, as an excellent online novelist (who failed miserably), have now fallen into the tragic situation of being a motorcycle driver.
Fortunately, he didn't come away empty-handed; at least he gained the right to use this decent motorcycle.
Let's stop here.
Gao Qinyi tightened her grip on his stomach slightly.
Zhou Chu made a sharp stop, almost throwing himself off the plane.
"Get out of the car." Gao Qinyi took off his helmet expressionlessly.
"Huh?" Zhou Chu never expected to be kicked off the car.
“If we go in together, wouldn’t that be telling them that we stayed together last night? Besides, a lot of people in the compound recognize this car, so just walk back to class in peace.”
Since I woke up a little late this morning and didn't have time to eat, I'll go back to my dorm to get my books and then buy two bread rolls from the vending machine for breakfast.
I swept aside a bicycle and rode downhill.
Indeed, bicycles are no match for motorcycles, whether in terms of speed or how cool they look.
Just as he swallowed the last bite of bread and pushed open the classroom door, the school bell rang.
"Hello, teacher." Zhou Chu greeted the teacher and quickly took a seat.
Things are different now than when school started. Back then, people were scrambling to sit in the front row, but now it's the complete opposite; most people are in neither the front nor the back.
This spot is perfect – you won't get criticized by the teacher, nor will it attract too much of their attention.
Just as Zhou Chu was about to integrate into the group, he heard the teacher's voice behind him: "You must be Gao Qinyi's junior, right? I happened to have taught her before, and she asked me to take good care of you. You can sit in the first row."
No way?
Even if I just want to attend a class in peace, I'm still overshadowed by Sister Qin.
As he recounted his experiences after entering the campus, he felt increasingly that he had been manipulated.
Aside from writing, Gao Qinyi's influence is more or less evident in all her activities.
But since the teacher had already said that, and this was a professor he couldn't afford to offend, he could only obediently put his backpack on the chair in the first row.
It's a good position; wouldn't it be a waste to give it to a student like him?
Looking at his teacher so close by, he drifted into a daze.
What's so great about college English?
Its beauty lies in the fact that it teaches nothing.
This has led to many students who lack self-discipline finding that their English proficiency drops significantly after four years of university compared to before the college entrance examination.
The teacher looked to be in her early thirties, not much older than them, but her figure was far superior to that of the girls in their class.
She wasn't very tall, probably only 1.63 meters, and was the slightly chubby type.
If I had to choose a female celebrity to compare her to, it would be Zhu Zhu.
But...
Why are you constantly glancing at me while you're in class?
With so many students in the class, there's no need to focus on me so much, right?
"This student, please answer this question."
"I?" Zhou Chu asked, pointing to his own nose.
"That's right."
Of course, the female teacher asked all her questions in English.
Just as he was about to start making up his own stories, the bell rang to signal the end of class.
In a way, he saved his own life.
"I'll ask you a question in the next class."
Zhou Chu nodded, it seemed he should hurry to the back and ask Sun Yao how to answer this question.
Before he could even stand up, he was patted on the shoulder.
Turning around, I saw the female teacher's smiling eyes: "Tell me about your relationship with Qinqin."
Ah, Shiba...
Are female teachers these days so gossipy?
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