Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
For the senior high school students, the summer break was only ten days long. When Zhu Hui returned to school, her homeroom teacher, Yu Hong, could hardly recognize her.
“Is that really you, Zhu Hui?” Yu Hong stared at her, a look of disbelief on her face.
“Absolutely! What you see is not Zhou Hui, Li Hui, or Xie Hui, but the one and only Zhu Hui—authentic, high-quality, value for money, honest and reliable, and renowned!” Zhu Hui proudly placed her hands on her hips and began to boast nonsensically in front of Yu Hong.
“I can’t believe it! There’s no other student in this world as arrogant, shameless, and conceited as you. So now I have every reason to believe that you are indeed my incredibly arrogant, shameless, and conceited student, Zhu Hui,” Yu Hong said, looking at her and bursting into laughter. Suddenly she asked, “What have you been up to lately? You’ve tanned yourself to look like chocolate!”
“Oh, nothing much. I’ve just been living it up lately. I went to Wuhan Square a few times for some sightseeing,” Zhu Hui replied.
“Oh—really? It seems you’ve chosen quite a distant place to travel! At least a hundred meters away from your home, right?” Yu Hong pretended to be amazed.
“Exactly! How did you know? The round-trip tickets were a bit pricey! Aren’t you envious?” Zhu Hui stuck out her tongue at him, still full of herself.
Just as she finished speaking, Yang Qianfan happened to walk by them. Seeing Zhu Hui’s darkened complexion resembling charcoal, he instinctively screamed in shock, “Dwarf Winter Melon! Long time no see—how did you get so dark? Could it be a genetic mutation turning you into a black-skinned winter melon?”
“Mind your own business! A dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory,” Zhu Hui shot him a disdainful glare and asked sharply while linking arms with someone else, “What are you doing here?”
“Just out for a stroll,” Yang Qianfan replied casually. Then he noticed Yu Hong nearby and suddenly seemed to remember something. Curiously he asked, “Ms. Yu, why are you still here? Teacher Chen has been looking for you everywhere.”
“Teacher Chen? Are you talking about the English teacher Chen Jingxian or the chemistry teacher Chen Ailan?” Yu Hong asked with an expression of anticipation mixed with nervousness.
“The English teacher Chen Jingxian is too pretty to be looking for you,” Yang Qianfan sneered as he glanced at her. “I’m talking about the chemistry teacher Chen Ailan; only she would have a chemical reaction upon seeing you.”
Yu Hong's heart raced, and he felt a chill run down his spine. His expression was a whirlwind of emotions, shifting rapidly.
"Do you know what she wants from me?" Yu Hong pulled Yang Qianfan aside and asked in a hushed voice.
"I saw her holding two movie tickets. I guess she wants to invite you to watch a movie, maybe even go on a date," Yang Qianfan replied, pretending to be deep in thought as he stroked his chin.
"What... what?! No way! Is she really inviting me to a movie?" Yu Hong's eyes widened in disbelief, his face contorted in anguish.
"Teacher, I deeply sympathize with your current predicament," Yang Qianfan said, feigning sympathy as he patted Yu Hong's shoulder to comfort him.
"I can't do this. I think I should hide somewhere else for now to avoid running into her and getting 'oxidized' by her," Yu Hong muttered under his breath. After giving Zhu Hui a few quick instructions, he hurried away as if fleeing from danger, seeking refuge elsewhere.
At just over twenty years old, Yu Hong was one of the few young male teachers at Nanhua High School. Since graduating from university, he had been assigned to this school as a physics teacher and also served as the homeroom teacher for Zhu Hui's class. Due to the small age gap, he found it relatively easy to communicate with his students. They liked him not only for his good nature but also because he never put on the stuffy demeanor typical of older teachers. Sometimes, when chatting online with his students, he would speak candidly and joke around without restraint, which made his mischievous students feel even more at ease around him. In class, they referred to him as "Teacher," but once the bell rang, they would switch to calling him "Buddy."
Comment 0 Comment Count