Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Han Qilu pays no attention to the two sneaky silhouettes staring at him at the end of the corridor.
Both turn their bodies around the corner to hide themselves. Hanyu and Mingluo smile. They laugh at Qilu’s hard duckbill lips. He acts like he doesn’t care, but in fact, does. They both snicker.
The other reason? He’s just that mentally slow.
“Mingluo, how did you know Qilu would spy on An Chuxia?” Ling Hanyu asks curiously. He has to admit, Xiao Mingluo is a little smart. His
emotional intelligence cannot be ignored.
Hanyu lifts an eyebrow at Mingluo. Mingluo leisurely shoves his hands into his pants pocket. He won’t waste his time on such esoteric problems. Obviously, this isn’t an academic problem… it’s sixth sense.
The school bell rings and the sound of rapid footsteps echo on all floors. Soon, they’ll be coming down the stairwell. Suddenly, the eyes on both boys light up.
Students from the higher floors have no way of getting down other than the corridor. They have nowhere to hide. Knowing the students from the first year classroom
classroom have long been dismissed, they peer into one of the classrooms and seek refuge away from Qilu. Alas, he passes them by slowly.
“Hello, guys.” They certainly didn’t evade Qilu.
“Go on ahead of us. We’re just waiting on An Chuxia’s class to be dismissed,” Mingluo instructs.
Only An Chuxia’s class remains.
They head to the front of the classroom. This time, the doors swing open. Numerous curious eyes looking outside. Why are the two young masters here?
“Repeat the problems we’ve done several times. If you do that, you’ll be prepared for tomorrow’s re-test. Do not forget…
not forget… my fist!” She scans the class coldly. The students immediately look back to the outside.
“Dismissed!” After the order was given, the students run out of the classroom with papers in their hands. Two young ladies stay for a moment before leaving the class together.
One of the girls wearily eyes An Chuxia. Several look at Mingluo and Ling Hanyu for a moment before yawning away.
“An Chuxia, I find your teaching method very interesting! You have a certified teacher’s talent!” The teacher commented excitedly as he holds up a thick record in his hand.
An in his hand.
An Chuxia smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Instead, they seem to be laced with sadness.
“I’ve learned from my mother. She was a teacher. Unfortunately… she died recently.”
“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that,” the teacher sympathizes. “… I’ll head out first. You must be tired this afternoon. Go home and have a good rest.”
“I will,” she says, smiling at the class teacher as he walks out of the classroom. She suddenly notices Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu staring at her… like she was a monster. Right now, she feels rather uncomfortable.