Chapter 297 Compensation for Clothes
"Who is going to give me legal education?"
Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice rang out above the two quiet people.
Anjing turned her head at the sound and was suddenly met with a cold and terrifying mask!
"Ah—" she cried out in surprise, losing her footing and falling backward.
The accident happened in an instant; she fell without warning, so much so that those around her were caught off guard.
"President An!" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment and hurriedly reached out to help him, but she only managed to grab empty air.
In the silence of fear, he frantically grabbed at anything he could find to hold onto and save himself.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but she actually managed to grab a collar.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a "rip" sound, her clothes tore, and before her eyes was a bronze, healthy chest.
"Ah!" Several students copying the college rules couldn't help but exclaim.
Anjing, having lost her footing, collapsed again.
Just before she collapsed, she finally saw whose clothes she had torn. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and just wished the floor was hard enough so she could die and be reincarnated. What a horrible scene this was!
However, the expected pain did not come.
Her arm was suddenly pulled, and then she was spun around and fell into a cold embrace.
The embrace was broad and strong, easily enveloping her completely.
Anjing was stunned for a moment, then opened her eyes and was face to face with that chilling mask again.
She was speechless for a moment, and just stared blankly at the person in front of her.
The next second, the hoarse voice sounded again: "Hmm, your hand..."
An Jing then realized that her hand was pressed against the other person's bare chest.
She coughed lightly, quickly moved her hand away and stood up straight. The man also released his hand from her waist.
Xiao Yao pulled An Jing up and down, checking her over: "President An, President An, are you alright?"
Anjing straightened her clothes and hair, cleared her throat, and said with a slightly embarrassed tone, "No...it's nothing."
"It's alright, it's alright. Mr. An, you really scared me to death. This floor is so hard, falling here is no joke. Thank goodness for Leng Yan... (Luo) Teacher." Xiao Yao silently gave herself a thumbs up for her quick thinking. She changed the subject quickly and saved her life.
Anjing coughed lightly and turned to Leng Yanluo, saying, "Um, thank you for what you just said... uh, about your clothes, how about I buy you a new one?"
Upon hearing this, the students copying the college rules glanced over again and whispered among themselves.
"I'm not seeing things, am I? Even the Cold Yama can save people?"
"Hehehe... I've really seen something today. Even Yama, the King of Hell, has such a pathetic moment."
"Long live Miss An!"
The man remained calm, pulling up half of his shirt to cover his muscular chest. He turned to the three punished students, his eyes flashing coldly, and his voice booming like a morning bell: "Each of you, do another hundred repetitions!"
The three students' smiles froze, instantly turning into bitter faces.
After saying that, the man said to the two quiet people, "Come with me."
The two women exchanged glances and followed the man into the courtyard.
After the three left, the tense atmosphere in the room eased.
One of the girls, wearing a skirt, grabbed another girl's arm and said, "Qingqing, let me tell you, I filmed what just happened with my phone."
"Ah, Xiao Jing, are you going to record Leng Yanluo's disheveled appearance? You're too bold. Aren't you afraid that Leng Yanluo will find out and punish you to death?"
Xiao Jing chuckled to herself, "Hehe, I'm not taking pictures of someone looking disheveled, I'm taking pictures of them. It would be a shame not to capture such a great opportunity and such a great figure."
Qingqing glanced at the doorway with unease, then turned back and whispered, "Yeah, those pectoral muscles are really nice. We've really gotten a good deal today. Xiaojing, do you think Leng Yanluo might be a handsome guy if he takes off his mask?"
Xiao Jing sighed: "Who knows? But now I suddenly feel that this cold-hearted Yama isn't so scary. If he's really a handsome guy, I can come over every day to copy the college rules, hehe."
"You're such a fangirl!" A male classmate on the side couldn't stand it anymore and muttered coldly.
"You're just jealous!" Qingqing and Xiaojing said in unison, turning their heads away to ignore him and continuing to copy the school rules from a different angle.
In the courtyard, Anjing and Xiaoyao waited patiently.
Leng Yanluo changed his clothes and came out, his hoarse voice ringing out: "Teacher Xiaoyao, what are you doing here with Miss An?"
"Uh... well, Ms. An's company took on the project for our institute's promotional video, and she's currently scouting locations, so I showed her around the institute." Xiao Yao said with an awkward laugh, "You know Ms. An, according to Teacher Luo?"
Leng Yanluo stiffened for a moment: "I don't know him, I've only heard of him. There's nothing to see here, let's go."
Quiet:"……"
Although she came uninvited, she was invited by the institute to collaborate, so she had a legitimate reason to come here. There was no need to treat her like this and chase her away.
Xiao Yao was right; this Cold Yama was indeed unreasonable.
But no matter what, the other party had just saved her, so even if their attitude was bad, Anjing could only put up with it.
She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's leave right away, but before we leave, would it be convenient for Teacher Luo to leave me her contact information? I don't like owing favors, so I'll buy you a new set of clothes and mail it to you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yao pulled An Jing aside and said, "President An, you're joking. Teacher Luo isn't that petty. It's just a piece of clothing, don't take it to heart..."
"Okay." Before Xiaoyao could finish speaking, Leng Yanluo actually agreed.
Haruka: "???"
Leng Yanluo didn't look at Xiao Yao, but stared at An Jing and said, "I just got a new phone number and haven't memorized it yet. Miss An, you can give me your phone number first, and I'll contact you later."
"Alright."
Anjing took out a pen and paper from her bag, wrote down her phone number, and handed it over.
Leng Yanluo took it without looking at it closely and casually stuffed it into his pocket: "Alright, since everything's alright, Miss An, take care."
Anjing nodded quietly and left the courtyard with Xiaoyao.
On the way, Xiao Yao apologized, "President An, I'll pay for Teacher Luo's clothes. The dean asked me to receive you, and it's all my fault for not doing a good job, which is why this happened."
Quietly and nonchalantly smiled, "No way, I chose to enter the Discipline Hall myself, how can I blame you? Teacher Xiaoyao, please don't take it to heart, can't I afford to pay for a piece of clothing?"
Xiaoyao: "But..."
Anjing pulled her into a hug: "Alright, stop arguing with me. I bet he doesn't even want this dress after I buy it."
Xiaoyao stopped in her tracks, looking puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Anjing retorted, "You really didn't realize? This Cold Yama agreed to leave his contact information not because he wanted me to compensate him for his clothes, but because he didn't want me to waste any more time entangled with him and wanted me to leave quickly. That's why he lied and said he didn't remember his phone number."
"You didn't even look at the phone number I left for him before he just put it away. If I'm not mistaken, he won't contact me."
Xiao Yao thought about it carefully for a moment, then said with a look of sudden realization, "President An, after your analysis, it seems that's really the case."
"However, Mr. An, I think you are different. You don't know, some naughty students were curious before and secretly sneaked into the Discipline Hall. After Teacher Luo found out, he made those students sweep the courtyard for a month. Today, he didn't even get angry. It's really strange."
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