I want to have a normal campus romance

But what surprised me was that she didn't take the opportunity I gave her and continue to pour out her troubles to me. Instead, she said something that was irrelevant.

"Do you mean what you say?"

"Uh...ah?"

Do I mean what I said? Did I just say something wrong?

There shouldn’t be any!

I didn't react for a moment. Why did Xia Xiaoyao ask me that?

I can't even find the connection between the two sentences.

Could it be...that she was drunk?

"Did you...drink a little too much?"

I looked at Xia Xiaoyao, who was holding the wine glass with a dazed and even swaying look in her eyes, and I couldn't help but have a bad feeling in my heart. After all, we had finished the bottle of red wine.

I was fine...at most a little tipsy, but Xia Xiaoyao was a little confused. After hearing what I said, she pursed her lips, waved her hand and said:

"I...I'm not drunk. I'm fine."

It’s over... Judging from the tone of his voice, he is probably quite drunk.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little headache. I thought she had a good alcohol tolerance. She just drank a whole glass of red wine in one gulp.

No one is trying to persuade you to drink, so why are you getting yourself drunk?

As expected...it’s better not to drink with other girls next time.

"You...you haven't answered my question yet."

"Go back to the room and lie down for a while."

"I...I won't reply. You tell me first...do you keep your word?"

Why is this girl so stubborn? She is usually very stubborn, but she is even more stubborn after getting drunk.

Seeing that I couldn't persuade her, I couldn't help but sigh, then nodded to her, and said to her slowly as if I was coaxing a child:

"I, Lin Ranxing, will not change my name or surname, and my words will definitely count."

"Hehehe...then...then don't...don't break your promise."

As she spoke, she slowly leaned over the table, her voice becoming smaller and smaller, until her breathing became even, but I was still immersed in what she had just said.

Break your promise?

Countless question marks popped up in my mind. Just when I wanted to ask clearly, I found that Xia Xiaoyao was lying on the table with her eyes closed.

"Senior? Xia Xiaoyao? Sister Xiaoyao?"

"..."

However, I didn't get any response from her when I called her, and then I realized that she had fallen asleep.

By the way...do I have the face of a good man? Or am I a saint in her heart? A man and a woman are alone in the same room, and she drank so much...aren't you afraid of something happening?

Looking at Xia Xiaoyao who was already fast asleep in front of me, I knew that there was no point in saying anything now. Especially looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I couldn't bear to disturb her. After all, this might be the most peaceful sleep she had had recently.

I sighed, and after some mental struggle, I slowly picked her up from the chair. In order to make her feel less uncomfortable, I finally chose to carry her like a princess. After all, this position would be more comfortable for a drunk person.

Besides, there were only two of us at her house, so there was nothing to worry about. So I picked her up by the waist and carried her back to her bedroom.

Looking at Xia Xiaoyao's defenseless sleeping face, I just felt my head getting hot and even my throat getting dry.

I'm not a monk in meditation. Even if I were, I would probably have the urge to return to secular life, right?

I swallowed, my heart was beating so violently that I couldn't even control my breathing. Seeing this, I took a deep breath, held my breath, and slowly covered Xia Xiaoyao with a quilt.

Looking at the red lips so close to me, my mind once again recalled the softness and sweetness, but at this moment, I suddenly heard her faint mumbling:

"Don't forget our agreement..."

At this moment, I only feel the memories from the past. The voices of us talking to each other that afternoon when the club was recruiting new members keep pouring into my mind.

Just like diving into water, I became extremely clear-headed at this moment, and all the complicated thoughts disappeared into thin air.

With a click, everything around regained its light, like the announcement of waking up from a dream, tearing apart everything that had just happened from the present.

Looking at Xia Xiaoyao's peaceful sleeping face, even without makeup, she is still so pure and lovely, just like the Sleeping Beauty on the phone.

But...what role do I play in this story?

I looked at myself, then laughed at myself, turned off the light for her, took my things, opened the door and walked out slowly.

"Looks like I have to climb over the wall and go back to the dormitory."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but put the phone back into my pocket, then silently took out a cigarette and lighter from my pocket, silently lit one for myself, savoring the familiar yet unfamiliar taste, I couldn't help but cough twice.

As expected...I haven't smoked for more than half a year and I'm almost unable to smoke anymore.

I held a cigarette in my mouth, put my guitar on my back, and got on an online taxi in a secluded alley. The driver saw me so late and got on the car with a guitar on my back, and couldn't help but laugh and joked with me:

"You're still going back to school so late? When I was your age, I definitely wouldn't go back so late. I would either go to the Internet cafe or go to the bar to drink with friends."

After listening to the driver's words, I smiled, turned my head to look at the tall buildings in the city in the distance and the familiar community, and couldn't help but smiled and said -

"How can I enter the prosperous world when I have lived my whole life in poverty?"

Chapter 210 Hospitality

In the end, I chose to take the risk and climb over the wall back to the dormitory, but fortunately I was agile and it wasn't the first time I did such a thing. Plus, with the help of Fatty and the others, I managed to escape without any danger.

Although I really want to just hang out in the Internet cafe for a night and come back the next day, after all, this is a class that even a skipping expert like Fatty doesn't dare to skip, so this idea...is just something I can just think about.

There is a saying in college that whether you fail a course or not is 30% determined by fate, 70% by hard work, and the remaining 90% is the love between teachers and students.

Although this was said as a joke, it does make sense. If I really skipped the department head's class again, even if he wouldn't fail me, he would probably deduct a lot of my marks.

Oh...it’s so good to be a teacher.

"Teacher, I've finished writing."

"..."

"teacher?"

"Uh? Hmm? Ah! Ohhhh... Let me see."

A cold voice woke me up from my complicated thoughts, and then I realized that I was sitting on the ancient armchair, and a test paper full of answers was placed on the square table in front of me.

At this moment, I was sitting in Mo Yuhan's room, teaching her as usual.

Seriously, why am I always distracted for no apparent reason lately?

Is it because the pressure is too great?

Thinking of this, I quickly coughed twice, trying to ease my embarrassment, but Mo Yuhan didn't seem to understand the meaning of my cough. Instead, she silently took the teacup from the side and made a cup of tea for me.

I slowly looked at Mo Yuhan who was sitting opposite me through the slowly rising steam from the tea. I have to say... after not seeing her for a few days, this girl has become more beautiful.

Although the weather has gradually turned from hot to cool, thanks to the constant temperature system of the central air conditioning in the villa, the villa can maintain a relatively comfortable temperature at any time.

Compared to the somewhat formal attire she wore in previous occasions, Mo Yuhan did not wear her gauze skirt this time. Instead, she wore a relatively comfortable and loose home outfit.

The fair skin and the long black hair like ribbons formed a strong visual impact, which made people drool, not to mention... this girl herself had a beauty that could overturn a country.

To be honest...if I give this girl a few more years, I might really lose control of myself.

"Is there something wrong with the tea I made?"

At this moment, Mo Yuhan's somewhat puzzled voice sounded beside my ear, and I then realized that this girl was holding a cup of tea. She seemed to see that I had not taken the teacup from her hand for a long time, and said something strange.

"Ah... no no no."

Seeing this, I quickly took the teacup from her hand, and then tasted it carefully... Well, I'd better drink it. After all, for a layman like me, no matter what kind of tea it is, it tastes the same to me.

At most you can say it tastes really bad or really delicious.

And it is obvious...the tea brewed by Mo Yuhan is obviously the latter. I even think it is better than the can of tea that Mo Fushan gave me.

Of course...I only know that both of them are actually the same kind of tea, but...maybe it's a psychological effect, I always feel that the tea brewed by this girl has a different flavor.

Combined with the decoration style of the house and the fragrance of tea, closing my eyes... I even have a feeling that my soul has traveled through time.

If we go back to the past, what would Mo Yuhan and I be like? Master and disciple?

Uh... maybe I have read too many novels. The ancient style plus the words "master and apprentice", I always feel that after hearing these keywords, what I think about in my mind is not the heartwarming teaching and learning between master and apprentice, but the love between master and apprentice.

No, no, what am I thinking about?

I quickly took a sip of tea to drive the strange thoughts out of my mind, but when I opened my eyes, I was shocked.

Because I don't know when this girl ran to my side, the faint fragrance made me have some wild thoughts, but on the surface... I still pretended to be calm and asked calmly:

"what happened?"

"No...nothing, I just wanted to see the teacher marking my test paper."

Huh? Why did this girl stutter just now?

I looked at Mo Yuhan who was standing next to me, and saw that she had her hands behind her back, her fingers entangled and fighting each other, her mouth slightly pursed, and her eyes looking around without being able to find focus.

Could it be that she is a little nervous because I am going to mark her test paper?

Well... this is normal. After all, Mo Yuhan is still a high school student, and her focus is probably still on grades. In fact... grades are not important, what is important is knowledge.

It’s just that it’s easy to confuse the concepts of the two and mix them up in exams.

I believe that people with good grades must have a wealth of knowledge; people with rich knowledge must have good grades.

But...a young lady like Mo Yuhan who has studied abroad should have different ideas from ordinary people like me, right?

What's more, I always felt that she was not paying much attention to the test paper in my hand.

Just at this moment, my cell phone rang with a unique melody, and when I heard this sound... I knew that the class was over.

"get out of class is over. So... I'll take the papers back to grade and I'll text you when the time comes."

As I said this, I took out my cell phone and turned off the alarm. Then I subconsciously took a look at my new phone case, which was given to me by Mo Yuhan just after class.

Although it is somewhat inappropriate for teachers to accept gifts from students, it was just a cell phone case and it would feel a bit unkind to refuse it, so I accepted it anyway.

But having said that, this phone case is quite exquisite. It is all black, and a few golden lines form an ancient mountain forest picture. It looks simple and elegant.

"that--"

Just as I stood up and was about to put the test paper into my bag to take away, I heard her trying to keep me, and I couldn't help but pause...

Um... am I leaving too hastily? How about finishing the test paper before leaving? Anyway, I don't have anything to do today.

"Um...how about I finish grading your paper before I leave?"

But after I said this, the girl shook her head hurriedly, like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.

Huh? What does that mean?

When I heard her words, I couldn't help but feel confused. At this moment, there was a knock on the door behind me.

I thought it was Uncle Chen, but when I opened the door, I found that the person standing in front of me was not Uncle Chen, but the maid whom I had met several times before.

"Eh? Where's Uncle Chen?"

"Manager Chen has driven to pick up Director Mo. Last time, Director Mo said he would entertain you at home, but the schedule has changed... so -"

After hearing her words, I nodded immediately. After all, a big shot like Mo Fushan would definitely not sit in the office every day. He would run around to various places to attend meetings and inspect work from time to time.

Otherwise, if it is really like what is shown in those movies and TV dramas, the chairman sits in the room every day, reading reports in front of the computer, drinking coffee when he has nothing to do, and just waits to be sidelined.

"Hahaha, it's okay. Looks like... I can't have this meal again. I'll have to wait until next time."

Seeing the maid looking reserved, I shrugged and made a joke. After all, I never expected a big shot like Mo Fushan to take time out to have a meal with a small shot like me.

"That... Mr. Mo means that we should not lose our courtesy in hospitality. He lets you and the young lady go eat first..."

"Ohhh, good...uh...ah?!"

Chapter 211 Driving