However, if it truly was a minor matter, Yang Haoran felt it might be worth considering. Aside from his curiosity about the teacher’s secret, more importantly, he harbored ulterior motives towards his stunning homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying.
A buxom, mature womanβwhat man wouldn’t be attracted? “Heh heh⦔
Seeing Yang Haoran remain seated and unmoving, Gu Qingying showed no trace of surprise. She was confident that this little pervert wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts in check, and she believed even more strongly in her own charm.
Unfortunately, she was about to be disappointed.
Gu QingyingδΉδΈεbeat around the bush and stated, “Your teacher is a homosexual. I don’t like men. To put it nicely, I’m a lesbian.”
“Teacher Ruan isδΈι, but I only see him as a shield.”
Gu Qingying did not conceal her thoughts, even though she had never said these words to Ruan Hongbo himself. She continued, “My father, the principal, has been pestering me about marriage to the point of annoyance. If you hadn’t asked today, I was genuinely considering accepting Teacher Ruan’s proposal, just to give the old man some peace.”
But now, your teacher has a second option.
Gu Qingying’s beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Haoran, who was currently completely stunned. Could it be that his fortune today predicted luck in romance?
“What option?” Yang Haoran’s heart pounded wildly. He couldn’t restrain himself from asking. Could the teacher be thinking of marrying him? No way! He wasn’t even of legal marriage age yet!
Moreover, wouldn’t a student-teacher relationship be even more scandalous? Seeing Yang Haoran’s impatient reaction, Gu Qingying’s smile bloomed like a flower.
“Your teacher wants to be your mistress. What do you think?”
As these words left her mouth and she saw Yang Haoran’s stunned, speechless appearance, Gu Qingying shifted her tone: “Of course, it’s fake. An excuse to deal with the old man.”
Yang Haoran felt a wave of disappointment, but also felt that this was more normal. There was no way the teacher would genuinely become his mistress for no reason!
“But what does this have to do with my grandmother?” Yang Haoran asked, looking at Gu Qingying confusedly.
“So your teacher said it’s just a small matter. Your grandmother’s status would prevent the old man from directly expelling you because of this.”
“This way, no matter how angry he gets, he would be powerless to do anything about it. And your teacher would have a perfect excuse to avoid being pestered about marriage every day.”
Gu Qingying smiled knowingly, her moist red lips parting to reveal a glimpse of snow-white teeth. She said meaningfully, “Student Yang Haoran, will you help your teacher with this?”
“What’s in it for me?” Yang Haoran didn’t want to be a fool, acting as the teacher’s shield for no reason.
The atmosphere fell silent instantly. Gu Qingying did not immediately respond. Her charming eyes, bright and glistening with a watery light, seemed to be pondering something. Yang Haoran also stayed quiet.
“Heh heh, looking at you like that, your teacher knew you wouldn’t agree without some benefit.”
Gu Qingying burst out laughing, her smiling face like a flower. She gave Yang Haoran a coquettish sidelong glance and said with feigned annoyance, “What benefit do you want?”
The attitude of the campus goddess, the big dairy cow, seemingly begging and offering, truly made Yang Haoran’s heart pound violently. His gaze unconsciously grew heated, and his breathing became slightly rapid.
However, he understood that the teacher wasn’t really going to be his mistress. Those improper thoughtsβhe didn’t even need to mention them to know the teacher would refuse.
“Teacher, what can you offer me? Tell me first. My family isn’t short on money.” Yang Haoran kicked the ball back into her court, also indicating his intentions to a certain degree.
Gu Qingying frowned, gave Yang Haoran a deep look, and then waved her hand. “You may leave. Your teacher has nothing to offer you.”
Playing hard to get? Teacher, you’re very skilled at this game of playing coy, no wonder you have Teacher Ruan happily licking your boots?
Yang Haoran secretly muttered to himself, understanding that it now depended on who would lose their composure first. He directly stood up and walked towards the office door. One step, two steps… until he reached the doorway. There was still no sound from behind. Yang Haoran began to wonder; it shouldn’t be like this. Not just anyone could help with this matter. Had he misread the situation?
Was the teacher really acting on a whim and didn’t actually care that much?
Taking advantage of the motion of opening the door, Yang Haoran glanced back. The teacher wasn’t looking at him; she seemed to beδ½ε€΄ζ΄η some documents.
Even after he left the office, with the breeze brushing against his face, there was still no sound stopping him. Yang Haoran was full of disappointment. He thought it was a game of extreme push-and-pull between teacher and student, but it turned out the teacher didn’t take it seriously at all.
Sighing inwardly, Yang Haoran adjusted his mindset. It wasn’t like he was lacking for women, Teacher Gu included. When it came to mature women, there was also Wei Ming’s mother, He Muchen, and Auntie Shenβ¦ Mom. It’s just that men always have this mentality that the grass is greener on the other side, eyeing what’s in the pot while eating from the bowl. Not being able to obtain it left a somewhat sour taste.
His thoughts wandered, andδΈη₯δΈθ§ he found himself back in the classroom. Facing the curious glances from many classmates, Yang Haoran paid them no mind.
Let them think what they want. At most, they probably thought heβd been called in for a scolding by the teacher.
Returning to his seat and sitting down, Yang Haoran noticed his deskmate, Ji Youxi, glance at him, but she didnβt ask anything.
Wei Ming, however, asked with concern a few times. Yang Haoranζ·θ‘η₯θΏ. After class began, just as Yang Haoran was concentrating on the lecture, his arm was bumped. He turned to look at Ji Youxi. Her fair, jade-like hand held out a small note to him.
Yang Haoran took it, opened it, and looked down:
“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
Yang Haoran looked up at Ji Youxi. Her bright eyes seemed to sense his gaze and met it. Her clear eyes seemed to shimmer with starlight, like two deep, mysterious gems inlaid into the night sky, reflecting his own face.
“I was helping you, to save you from being pestered by flies.”
Yang Haoran scribbled his response and passed it to her under the desk.
Ji Youxi opened it, looked, her face showing no fluctuation. The tip of her pen scratched a few times behind them, and Yang Haoran skillfully received the note again.
“Oh! So I should thank you.”
Yang Haoran: “No need to thank me. It’s only right for a disciple to help her master resolve annoyances.”
Yang Haoran’s shameless response actually made Ji Youxi chuckle softly.
Ji Youxi: “Where do you get the confidence to think I could ever be interested in you? Narcissism is not a good habit.”