Chapter 10: Being Slapped in the Face
Huo Juncheng personally delivered the soup, which really surprised her.
"Drink it while it's hot." If it weren't for his grandmother's order, Huo Juncheng wouldn't have put down his work and made this special trip.
He didn't expect that this trip would allow him to see another side of her.
As a teacher, she is patient, rational and rigorous, completely different from her irritable and reckless personality in the past two days.
Her work attitude was very much to his liking because that was his work attitude.
An inexplicable appreciation arises spontaneously.
Lin Yilan turned her head and looked behind him: "Are you here alone?" She still hasn't forgotten what happened yesterday when she was kidnapped.
If it were her, she would not take those weaklings seriously, but he was different. His weak body was even worse than those weaklings.
Huo Juncheng frowned unhappily: "I was careless yesterday. Besides, I rely on my brain, not my fists."
Lin Yilan: “…”
While the two of them were talking as if no one else was around, Lin Pinyan, who was being ignored, had already been gritting her teeth in hatred, secretly clenching her fists, and was so angry that her teeth were itching. She was really treated like air, without any dignity at all.
The students who were watching the show nearby started talking about it when they saw this scene.
"I'm afraid there's going to be something interesting to watch. My fiancé is serving soup to someone else. Where is his fiancée supposed to put her face?"
No matter how soft the voice was, how could Lin Pinyan not hear it? She was so angry that her face turned red and white.
One of the students couldn't help but ask, "Pinyan, isn't Mr. Huo your fiancé? Why don't you do anything about it? You just let him serve soup to another woman right in front of you?"
"This...we had a fight these two days, and he was deliberately trying to make me angry." Lin Pinyan said with red eyes and an aggrieved expression.
After all, they are classmates, and the classmates who are usually influenced by Lin Pinyan can't help but feel disgusted with Lin Yilan, whom they admire.
The discussion gradually changed direction and people began to point fingers at Lin Yilan.
"I never realized that Teacher Lin snatched someone else's fiancé right after arriving..."
"I just asked for her autograph."
"Cough!" Lin Yilan, who heard the whispers, deliberately coughed loudly.
Everyone stopped talking immediately.
"Although this is my first day teaching you, there are some things I need to make clear." Lin Yilan turned her gaze and looked at Lin Pinyan. "What I hate most is a mistress. If anyone dares to steal my fiancé, I will make her look like this cup..."
With a little force, the glass cup in Lin Yilan's hand was suddenly crushed.
The water immediately splashed on everyone's face.
All the students were silent as they watched, and even Huo Juncheng unconsciously touched the small wound on his face.
Lin Pinyan, who was closest to the scene and had her face splashed with water, was so frightened that she dared not speak anymore. However, her frustration only grew stronger. She quickly wiped the water off her face and body with a tissue, then grabbed Huo Juncheng's arm and said coquettishly, "Juncheng, are you just going to watch her bully me like this?"
She just couldn't believe that after all these years of being together, he could just watch her being bullied by Lin Yilan?
fiancée?
Isn’t it just one night?
Can he compare to her whom he has known for eighteen years?
Huo Juncheng retracted his arm: "You're telling everyone that she's my fiancée?" He just wanted to settle this account.
If it weren't for her "fiancée", how could he have become Chen Shimei?
If he hadn't used tough measures to suppress such rumors, who knows what would have happened to him in the Huo family.
His question, even if it was just one sentence, was undoubtedly a slap in Lin Pinyan's face.
"I..." Under the gaze of all his classmates, Lin Pinyan, who was slapped hard in the face, suddenly felt ashamed.
Seeing Lin Yilan's smug look as if she was enjoying a good show, Lin Pinyan felt embarrassed, wronged and defeated, and ran out of the classroom in anger.
"So, Lin Pinyan is the mistress?"
"She kept saying Mr. Huo was her fiancé, and we even believed her..."
"Then didn't we misunderstand Teacher Lin?"
"Yeah, I don't want to be beaten..."
Suddenly a classmate shouted, "Teacher Lin, can you give me another autograph?"
As a result, all the students flocked to Lin Yilan.
Huo Juncheng stretched out his arm and blocked Lin Yilan's way: "get out of class is over, get out of class is over, everyone get out."
He didn't want the soup he brought to get cold because of these classmates' trouble.
With Mr. Huo's order, the students had no choice but to leave the classroom.
"Did you hear that? Teacher Lin said Mr. Huo is his fiancé."
"It seems this is true, otherwise Mr. Huo wouldn't have personally delivered the soup."
"You guys are so clueless! Didn't you see that the way Mr. Huo looks at Teacher Lin is so sweet that it's killing you..."
So sweet?
Huo Juncheng and Lin Yilan looked at each other.
Lin Yilan: "..." Sweet? Sweet as hell.
Huo Juncheng: "..."
After everyone left, only the two of them were left.
Huo Juncheng looked at her hand: "What's wrong with your hand?" He believed in her kung fu, but it was a glass cup after all. How could human skin withstand it?
Lin Yilan stretched out her hand and turned it over and over in front of him, allowing him to examine it.
The white and tender fingers are slender, and the palm is intact, without even a red spot, let alone a wound.
"...Have you practiced Iron Sand Palm?" He had only heard of this kind of kung fu.
"Iron Sand Palm is just an external move, a side dish. The real dish is strong internal strength. For eighteen years, my master has been teaching me to practice internal strength, saying that this is the only way to help you." Lin Yilan said as she retracted her hand.
Huo Juncheng seemed to understand why Lin Yilan looked petite and slender and did not look like a martial artist at all, but was extremely strong and could easily break a nylon rope as thick as a baby's arm. It turned out that she relied entirely on her internal strength.
"It seems that you really have no ambiguous relationship with Lin Pinyan." Lin Yilan was very satisfied with his performance today.
"Hmph, you still dare to mention it?"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Lin Yilan immediately backed off: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, drink the soup, I'll drink it all."
Drink it all?
Huo Juncheng glanced at the thermos. This was the soup that his grandmother had put a lot of effort into making. Even a grown man like him had to drink it for three meals.
"What? You don't believe it?" Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Lin Yilan unscrewed the lid of the thermos, picked up the thermos and started drinking.
“…Don’t get burned…”
Lin Yilan seemed to be deaf and drank more and more excitedly.
Huo Juncheng was dumbfounded as he watched her drink the entire thermos of soup! No, hot soup!
"It's so delicious!" Lin Yilan exclaimed in delight, putting down the thermos and wiping her mouth with her hand.
Huo Juncheng: "..."
He leaned over and saw the bottom of the thermos bucket, which was so clean that not even a scrap of meat was left.
His eyes turned to her stomach, which was flat as if she hadn't eaten anything.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought the soup had been poured out.
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