Chapter 189 I Miss You, You Believe in Me More Than Anyone Else
The unbridled laughter in the class suddenly stopped. The students, staggering with laughter, once again cast their gazes in their direction, their eyes widening.
The teacher on the podium, who was about to give a passionate speech, paused, pushed up his glasses again, and said to Xu Sirui, "...Are you Qiao Yinan?"
Xu Sirui nodded seriously.
He is handsome, and once he gets serious, his eyes, which usually seem indifferent and lazy, stare at people straightly, which is quite lethal.
Unfortunately, the teacher doesn't buy it.
"Do you think I'm easy to fool? Huh?!" She was furious.
The laughter that had temporarily subsided became noisy again, and the students laughed even harder.
The teacher patted the desk and said, "Can anyone tell me the truth? Where is the real Qiao Yinan?! He hired two substitutes? One male and one female, a perfect male and female duo, right?"
Zhu Yingning was afraid that their actions would only cause more trouble for Qiao Yinan, so she stood up again and clarified to the teacher, "Teacher, I'm sorry, but we're not substitute teachers, nor are we students in this class. We don't know Qiao Yinan at all. We came in because..."
Taking a cue from Xu Sirui's gaze, she told a harmless little lie. "I wanted to attend your class before, but didn't get one, so I thought I'd come in and audit it. I'm sorry for disrupting the class. I'm truly sorry. We'll be leaving now."
After saying that, he pushed Xu Sirui, who was sitting on the outside, and signaled him to run away quickly.
Before Xu Sirui could move, the teacher said, "Stop."
She hunched her shoulders humbly and stood with him.
In contrast to her, Xu Sirui didn't feel guilty about having done anything wrong. He still had a lazy expression on his face as he stood there, giving off the aura of "it's your honor that I take your class", which had nothing to do with humility, and Zhu Yingning was frightened by what she saw.
However, the teacher did not make things difficult for them. Instead, he said, "Since that's the case, sit down."
"Ah?" This surprised her more than directly embarrassing them.
"Listen carefully. Since you are in my class, you must follow my classroom rules. I like to pick out some students who look sleepy in the middle of the lecture to answer questions. As long as the students are sitting in the classroom, they have a chance to be picked by me."
She had no choice but to pull Xu Sirui back and sit tremblingly.
The teacher continued to explain the contents of the PowerPoint presentation, and the restless students gradually calmed down. Some listened attentively, some played with their phones, and some stared blankly. Having just gotten into a terrible situation, Zhu Yingning wanted to make amends, so he straightened his back, sat upright, and forced himself to listen carefully.
The teacher on the podium returned to his professional field, speaking eloquently about things like "the two-way movement of subject and object in literary creation" and "the objectification of the subject". Although they were all in Chinese, once they flowed into Zhu Yingning's brain, they melted into an unfamiliar language, forcing him to deeply believe the saying "different fields are like different mountains".
When I turned my eyes sideways, I saw Xu Sirui holding his breath and listening attentively.
"Do you understand?" she asked in a low voice, feeling a little unwilling. They were all laymen, so why was he the only one who could understand?
But he just shook his head.
"Then why are you so... uh, entranced?"
Xu Sirui pointed ahead, moved closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "Look, there's an ant on the collar of the student in front."
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Throughout the entire class, she had to listen carefully, digest the academic material that was too difficult for her, and control herself from bursting out laughing at Xu Sirui's inexplicable quips. The teacher did as he had instructed and asked some students to answer questions. He didn't deliberately embarrass them, but mainly asked students from the class. As the class was about to end, he asked her and Xu Sirui to answer a few simple questions in succession to liven up the atmosphere.
She didn't have a textbook, so she borrowed one from the student sitting in front of her and read it haltingly: "The subjects of literary creation are all concrete individuals..."
Xu Sirui was not much better than her, and recited in a clumsy manner: "Human existence should be understood from the perspective of society and social relations..."
The long class finally ended. After the bell rang and the teacher left, Zhu Yingning immediately pulled Xu Sirui away.
She breathed in the fresh air outside, feeling her heart and lungs relax as never before. Then, she glanced at Xu Sirui beside her and instantly became furious: "You've ruined my entire reputation."
"You have this thing?" He raised an eyebrow in a frivolous manner, "Qiao Yinan?"
Zhu Yingning was furious and quickly retorted, "My reputation is certainly not as well-known as yours, Mr. Xu."
“…”
He put one hand on his waist, faced downward, and laughed silently for a while before saying, "Do we have to call each other such embarrassing names in public?"
"You started it." She rolled her eyes at him, then recalled the misunderstanding in class. Her face flushed and she muttered, "...How embarrassing."
His eyes were smiling, and his expression seemed particularly gentle because of the smile. He reached out and pressed her furry head lightly, and although he didn't say anything, the warmth from his palm came over steadily.
She thought, maybe there really was no need to say anything, because he understood everything. Her heart moved slightly, and she blurted out the words without thinking deeply: "Xu Sirui, why did you bring me to visit your school?"
He looked up at the leaves above his head and smiled softly: "Yeah, why?"
After a long silence, his gaze slowly fell back on her face, and his voice was soft, "Maybe I want to know... what it's like to go to college with you."
As he finished speaking, a still green leaf fell from the branch above their heads, landed at their feet with a thud, and was covered with a misty dust by the soil.
She stared at the leaf and blinked hard, as if this could blink away the faint sour feeling in her eyes.
What should I say?
Missed too much, got together too little.
There are too many regrets and too few perfections.
Life is a process of losing and gaining things as you go along, picking up some and discarding some, and those youthful throbbings thrown into the old times, no one can tell whether they are right or wrong, what is the best development, and what is considered perfect.
She only knew that many years later, facing his sincerity again, she would still feel as hot as before.
Noisy like birds.
As gentle as the mountain breeze.
"Hey." He reached out and placed his palm against her forehead, which was leaning downwards. He made her look up at him with a smile on her lips. "Should I change the subject? You're almost crying."
She said in a muffled voice, "...No."
He leaned closer and blinked, "Okay, I was wrong then."
"You were mistaken in the first place."
He curled his lips and suddenly said, "Zhu Yingning, let me do your project."
She was stunned for a moment, then refused decisively: "No."
"Give it to me."
"No."
"Give……"
"No."
Xu Sirui laughed and sighed: "You don't believe me."
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's because..." I wanted to explain, but I was worried that he would be embarrassed. It seemed that I didn't believe he could handle it, so I stopped talking.
"You don't believe I can handle it." He said, feeling both amused and helpless. "Am I so useless in your eyes? They say that one should look at a man with new eyes after three days of separation. We've been apart for so long, Zhu Yingning, you must trust me even more."
He stared into her eyes and said, "You have to trust me more than anyone else."
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