Chapter 42 Calling the Teacher in the Middle of the Night
Lin Meng said, "It was even prettier originally."
The girl ultimately didn't wear that dress, but after much pleading, she wore a different dress instead.
She usually dresses very plainly, so even when she's just wearing a simple dress, she still manages to stand out.
Wen Jiu looked down at her own attire and thought that people can be strange sometimes.
Even though you know the answer is "no," you still keep doing useless work, as if waiting for the impossible to become possible.
As the appointed time approached, a group of students from Class 9 arrived one after another, and the previously quiet private room suddenly became noisy.
“I heard that the class next door came too, including Qiao Qingxue.”
"Doesn't she dislike these kinds of occasions?"
"Isn't this our class?"
Does our class having anything to do with her?
"Are you stupid, Zhou Yanchuan?"
"Oh right, but will Zhou Yanchuan come? I don't think he really likes these kinds of occasions."
"I don't know about that."
Several girls around her were whispering among themselves. Wen Jiu paused for a moment while placing her order, then continued.
Zhou Yanchuan arrived midway through the day. At that time, Wen Jiu was talking to the shop assistant by the door and was about to hand her the newly written menu when a sound suddenly rang in her ears.
"Brother Chuan, over here."
Her hand froze as she turned her head to see Zhou Yanchuan's cold, hard profile. He seemed to have just woken up, his brows slightly furrowed, exuding a hint of fierceness, and dressed in all black.
He walked past her, perhaps noticing her gaze, glancing at her briefly before looking away.
Zhou Yanchuan had just sat down when he heard a boy say something.
"Did you notice that our class monitor is acting a little differently today?"
"I found her! I found her as soon as she came in. She's so well-behaved and innocent."
Zhou Yanchuan lifted his eyelids; he had noticed it as soon as he was at the door.
The girl wore a beige knit sweater today, the soft fabric tugging at her raised hand, her matching short skirt swaying gently at her knees. Light brown knee-high socks encased her slender calves, and she wore a pair of dark brown leather shoes.
"I wonder what kind of guy a girl like her would like."
"I feel like good students like them would probably like those refined, pretty boys."
As Zhou Yanchuan listened to their conversation, he unconsciously twirled the phone in his hand.
Wen Jiu handed the menu to the waiter and returned to her seat. Just as she sat down, her phone vibrated.
She picked it up to look at it.
zyc: "Why didn't you wait for me to come together?"
"Mengmeng messaged me," Wen Jiu explained. She had just sent her message when a new one popped up on her screen. "And then she just ignored me?"
She hastily denied it: "No."
After that message, there was no sound from the other end of the phone.
About a minute later.
zyc: "You're wearing a skirt in this cold weather?"
Her dark eyelashes trembled slightly, her hand hovering above the screen: "It's not particularly cold."
zyc: "Heh."
She pursed her lips, hesitating whether to say anything more, when suddenly a new message appeared at the top of her screen—
Upon seeing the contents, it felt like an electric current surged up my fingertips, and I even paused for a moment.
"Was it for that person to see?"
*
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the "hmm" in the chat box, then tossed his phone onto the table.
The loud bang startled Chen Yu.
"What are you doing? Who upset you?"
He remained silent.
Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and leaned closer: "Xiao Chuan, you've been acting strange lately?"
Ever since I asked him those questions on the playground that day, he's been acting strangely. He just stares at his phone all day, scrolling through it, not chatting, just scrolling, like he's looking for something.
And last night, he was on the phone in an internet cafe late at night. At first, Chen Yu was half asleep on the table, so I thought he was talking to a friend.
As a result, a simple "Hello, teacher" immediately sobered him up.
Who would be so kind as to call their teacher in the middle of the night?
He also thought that maybe he had a good relationship with this teacher, and that it was the teacher's birthday today, so he sent him a birthday greeting at midnight.
The moment Chen Yu had this thought, he heard a voice in his ear: "I just wanted to ask you, which students in our class are in early relationships?"
"?"
It's no exaggeration to say that his CPU burned out.
Calling the teacher in the middle of the night to ask which classmates are in early romantic relationships?
Is this reasonable?
*
Zhou Yanchuan felt even more annoyed when he saw the face that was getting closer, so he raised his hand and pushed it aside.
“No,” Chen Yu was really curious, like a roly-poly toy that was pushed away but then went back on its own, “Just tell me, what’s wrong with you lately? You’re acting like you’ve just broken up with someone.”
Zhou Yanchuan lifted his eyelids to look at him.
Chen Yu gestured repeatedly with his eyes: "Tell me."
"roll."
"..."
As the two were talking, Su Shun also came over with a skewer of barbecue. He put it on the plate in front of Zhou Yanchuan, then pulled up a chair and sat down: "Brother, I asked what you asked me to ask."
Zhou Yanchuan's eyes changed slightly, as if his interest had just been piqued.
Su Shun shook her head: "No one has noticed that she has had any contact with any men."
"Who is it?" Chen Yu poked his head out again.
Zhou Yanchuan raised his hand and pushed him away: "How did you ask that?"
"What I'm saying is that some brothers like her, and I want to ask if there's anyone who's close to her. If there is, then I won't let my brothers make a move."
Zhou Yanchuan didn't say anything more, and casually picked up a skewer and stuffed it into the mouth of the person who was peeking out again.
Su Shun looked at the person who had been forcibly silenced and chuckled, then unconsciously glanced at the person in front of him.
He just said that his brother likes him, and he wasn't denied it. Does that mean his brother thinks he's alright?
and.
Su Shun turned his head to look at the girl not far away and lowered his voice: "Is there some misunderstanding? The class monitor doesn't seem like the type to date early, she's so well-behaved."
Zhou Yanchuan gave a cold laugh.
They've already said "yes," so why aren't they dating yet?
*
After sending that message, Wen Jiu didn't dare look at her phone again.
A single, small attempt to get close almost exhausted all her courage.
Her thoughts were in turmoil, and she didn't notice that the color of the cup in her hand had changed.
After Lin Meng explained the rules of the game, she turned around to look for the glass of wine she had just poured, but couldn't find it anywhere.
"Where's my wine?" she wondered, just then she turned her head and saw the glass in the hand of the person next to her.
"Classmate," Lin Meng exclaimed in surprise, pointing to the empty wine bottle, "Why did you drink this?"
The girl looked up at her, her expression somewhat blank: "Can't I drink this?"
"It's not impossible, but didn't you realize this is alcohol?"
"No wonder it was so bitter."
She thought that her bitterness in her heart made her mouth taste bitter too.
Lin Meng was amused by the girl's answer, but didn't forget to ask, "Are you dizzy? Is anything else bothering you?"
"without."
"real?"
"Um."
Even after hearing this, Lin Meng was still uneasy. She sat on the chair for a while before going to find some warm water.
When she returned with the water, she found the seat empty.
"Where is he?" Lin Meng asked, puzzled.
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