You are my wife, don't doubt it!

……

"Ah!!!!" Before Xiao Yao finished reading, he heard a horrible scream from behind him, and then the paper on the table was snatched away.

"Who told you to look at it? Who told you to peek without permission?" Yu Luying was rarely emotional: "No, no, this is not a poem, it's just... random words, this is..."

"Don't get so excited. When we were in the poetry club last semester, we looked at each other's poems a lot." Xiao Yao shrugged in confusion.

"That's different! Disgusting! Idiot! Terrible! Don't just look at it casually!..." Yu Luying blushed as she stuffed the poem into her schoolbag, muttering, "Why did it fall here... It's inexplicable..."

"I mean," Xiao Yao held up his cheek, "our poetry club hasn't had any club activities for a long time...if this continues, the club will be ruined."

"Don't repeat the grade before you worry about the club. Get out your math papers!"

"Hi——" Xiao Yao deliberately prolonged his voice and unzipped his schoolbag.

Chapter 13 Thief

As long as he forced himself not to think about the future that would end young, the past week was the happiest week Xiao Yao had experienced since coming to the Magic City.

Every night, he can spend some alone time with Yu Luying.

After returning home at night, he always wanted to talk to Shen Tianyun, but he couldn't find her for several days.

"What time does she come back? She won't stay out all night, will she?" Shen Jie asked him in a text message.

"I don't know... that shouldn't be the case, right?" Xiao Yao replied.

"That won't do. We need to get this clear." Shen Jie said.

Yes, every day, he spent a considerable amount of energy on text messaging and chatting with Shen Jie.

The capacity of the inbox is limited and it needs to be cleaned up every day, so Xiao Yao needs to make difficult choices.

"By the way, don't you usually attend classes?" Shen Jie finally asked him this on Thursday afternoon.

"Yeah, I don't really listen." Xiao Yao typed these five words, deleted them, and changed them to "Listen."

"Really? Then you... I have to attend the class too?"

Xiao Yao frowned. Does this mean to end the conversation?

Rarely, before he could reply, the second message came.

"And I replied to your message at night, but you were very slow in replying."

"Oh, sorry, that's because I'm taking extra classes recently." Xiao Yao thought for a moment, deleted the word "extra classes" and replaced it with "enhanced learning": "The teacher doesn't allow me to touch my phone during study time."

To be fair, there is not a single false word in this sentence itself.

When Yu Luying, a good student, became a teacher, she was a typical example of someone who had the form but not the substance - that is, she was good at enforcing discipline but not good at developing the potential of dumb students.

However, the situation seems to have changed recently: in just two nights, Xiao Yao already feels that he has begun to understand the lessons, which is simply unscientific.

Why didn’t the tutor my grandma hired for me in the past have this effect?

"Of course I taught well." Yu Luying said at the time.

"Actually, I'm quite smart, but I just don't focus on studying. Don't look at me like that. This is what Teacher Yao said, exactly."

No matter what, since I have gotten the hang of it, it means there is still a way to avoid repeating a grade.

At the same time… I always feel that the relationship between me and Yu Luying has improved to some extent.

Once her relationship with Shen Jie is confirmed, Yu Luying shouldn't feel that she has yet to give up.

In that case, it would be natural for us to be brothers again like we were before.

I mean, when I have both love and friendship, what else can I be dissatisfied with? How is my wife inferior to Yu Luying?

Xiao Yao said this to himself, and moved his eyes away from Yu Luying's back in the front row to see if Shen Jie had replied to the message.

The next class was history, Xiao Yao's favorite subject, so he naturally listened carefully.

"Martin Luther posted the Ninety-Five Theses on the door of All Saints Church in Wittenberg, Germany on October 1517, 10..."

Teacher Jiang is a very skinny old man, and you can tell at first glance that he is an intellectual.

He took off his reading glasses, hung them around his neck, and scanned the entire audience.

"Then, let Yu Luying... the sleepy-looking Qu Yuqin in the back row answer, what kind of movement is this starting from?"

“……”No one responded.

"Student Ou Yuqin?"

"Teacher Jiang," the girl with long wavy hair stood up slowly: "Teacher, my name is not Qu Yuqin, please call me Ouyang Qianqian, thank you."

There was a burst of snickers and whispers in the class, and Xiao Yao also looked up at this "Ouyang Qianqian".

This girl wore a modified school uniform and had her nails done. When people first saw her, they didn't feel amazed by her beauty, but a sense of liveliness and comfort as if elves were dancing on their fingertips. Her skin was not the traditional white color, but a gentle light brown - unlike the rough skin that is generally believed to be represented by dark colors, her skin showed a light color, like coffee milk.

There were even some chocolate beans in this cup of coffee milk - there were some pimples on her face, not too many, not too few, not too deep or too shallow, which should be a taboo for girls of this age, but it did not cover her beauty at all, but added a different kind of charm and style to her. Xiao Yao remembered that before her hair was dyed, it would still appear light yellow in the sun, with inward-curling bangs on her forehead.

Today she wore a pair of large round glasses, which made her already not-small eyes look even bigger. Under her small and upturned nose were bright red lips: even without lipstick, they were as red as flames, creating a strong contrast with her skin.

"Then, classmate Ouyang Qianqian..." Faced with this rebellious face, Teacher Jiang put on his glasses helplessly again.

"Religious Reform." Ouyang Qianqian said and sat down.

"Okay, let's continue..."

His words were interrupted by the sound of music ringing on the radio.

Before the history teacher said the get out of class was over, the classroom became noisy and some people started packing their bags.

As soon as Teacher Jiang walked out, the head teacher, Teacher Yao, walked in.

"Don't go yet! I have something to tell you," Teacher Yao said loudly.

The head teacher still had some authority, and the classroom instantly became quiet.

"As for the physical examination, our class will have it tomorrow," Teacher Yao looked at the watch on her hand, "Don't eat breakfast, and... and... that's all. The students on duty will stay, and the others..."

--split line--

After school, in the church reception room.

"You're sick. You treat your teacher like this too..." Yu Luying complained.

"Hi, a middle school girl." Xiao Yao answered while concentrating on doing the test paper, "It's not the first day she has been like this. When she introduced herself at the beginning of the school year, she stood on the podium and said: I don't like my school name, please call me Ouyang Qianqian."

“I don’t like my name yet.”

"Why? Yu Luying sounds so nice." Xiao Yao looked up at her and said, "I actually thought about naming myself a..." when I was in junior high school.

"A pen name is a pen name. Hers is different. Besides, can one change one's surname?"

"We have to be reasonable here, they are just..."

"Ah, I almost forgot again, you are her brother." Yu Luying pretended to be surprised: "Just speak to her side."

"Oh, don't be angry..." Xiao Yao put down the pen and poked her arm.

"Don't touch me!" Yu Luying twisted her body.

"Okay, okay, you bastard Qu Yuqin, you are such a troublemaker." Xiao Yao turned the homework book in front of him 90 degrees: "I have proved this problem, can you see if it is correct?"

"The wrong formula was used here..." Yu Luying took a sip of water and returned to her normal self.

After finishing this question, Yu Luying seemed to suddenly think of something.

"By the way, tomorrow is Friday, and our orchestra has to rehearse tonight. I can spare Saturday daytime so that we can progress..."

"Saturday? How about Sunday?" Xiao Yao was startled: "On Saturday I might..."

Yu Luying shook her head. "No, there's a Sunday Mass on Sunday, and the choir rehearsals. There's a lot going on in the church, as you know. Do you have an appointment?"

“Hmm…ah.”

Yu Luying didn't ask who it was. She just folded the test paper in her hand neatly and tapped it vertically on the table: "Let's stop here today. My uncle will be back soon."

Hearing the word "little uncle", Xiao Yao got a little nervous again: "Oh, okay... By the way, Yu Luying."

"Hmm?" Yu Luying lowered her eyelids.

"Let me show you something." Xiao Yao took out the composition paper again.

"What is this? A poem?" Yu Luying unfolded the composition paper and began to read it carefully.

……

"...You...why are you crying?" Xiao Yao frantically searched for a tissue. He felt his eyes were a little wet, but was it an illusion?

"Abandoning my wife and daughter," Yu Luying wiped her eyes fiercely with the back of her hand: "Go to hell!"

"Abandoning wife and daughter?" Xiao Yao was a little confused. How did she know it was a "girl"?

"I'm sorry," the girl calmed down and said softly, "I lost my composure."

"It's okay," Xiao Yao laughed, "We are so familiar with each other."

Yu Luying didn't say anything, she just folded the composition paper again, gently pushed it in front of Xiao Yao, and took out half a pack of tissues from her schoolbag.

"Did you write this?" Yu Luying wiped her eyes.

"No, it was written by a... friend of mine. I just want to know what happened."

"Isn't this obvious?" Yu Luying was a little surprised: "No wonder you can't do better than me in Chinese."

"That's also second in the class..." Xiao Yao laughed: "No, that's not the point. Do you think her father is not dead?"

“Dead?” The girl’s eyes widened and she reached for the folded paper: “Wait a minute, let me take another look.”

"As long as she's not dead, I'll be relieved," Xiao Yao leaned back in his chair and said to himself, "I know her father. He is definitely not that kind of person."

"Maybe..." Yu Luying hesitated at first, then said word by word: "Who knows? People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. You can know a person's face but not his heart."

--split line--

The next day, Friday, morning, playground.

Under the scorching sun, Xiao Yao stood crookedly in the team like a wilted eggplant.

The sound of cicadas is irritating, and the stench of sweat emanating from oneself and the people around you is even more so.

Fortunately, the physical education teacher did not enjoy this kind of teaching and announced free activities early.

Although Xiao Xiong was in Class 4, he took PE classes with Xiao Yao's class - it was during PE class that they met. Xiao Yao once again declined his invitation to play basketball with Hua Ang, Shen Bin and others, and sat down in the shade alone.

It's such a hot day, are you, a short and fat guy, so addicted to playing croquet?

While Xiao Yao was silently complaining in his heart, he cast his gaze towards the other end of the playground - there, the girls from his class and Class 4, led by a female physical education teacher, were... running laps.

Just looking at it made me gasp for breath again... Xiao Yao stroked his pounding heart and felt like he was really running.

It's really inexplicable. I had stomach pain some time ago, and now I feel... damp in my crotch. Is it sweat?

Xiao Yao stood up and walked towards the men's restroom.

He didn't see that behind him, two girls came out from the group of girls running in circles.

"Teacher Gong, Yu Luying wants to go to the bathroom," the long-faced girl named Zhou Yao raised her right hand and said, "I'll go with her."

The female teacher in red sportswear nodded slightly, and Zhou Yao helped Yu Luying walk towards the "Zhongshu Tower".

"What's wrong? Is it leaking?" Zhou Yao whispered in Yu Luying's ear as she walked.

"I don't know... I don't think so." Yu Luying walked in an awkward posture.

"Did you bring sanitary napkins?" Zhou Yao asked, "I haven't brought any for half a month."

"I have it," Yu Luying nodded: "Can you bring my schoolbag over for me? Sorry..."

"Wait." Zhou Yao sent Yu Luying to the girls' restroom, ran back to the classroom, and picked up Yu Luying's schoolbag.

"No leak," Yu Luying said as she opened her schoolbag and took out the sanitary napkin and spare underwear. "But I'd better change the pad, just in case."

"You even brought your underwear. You must be a veteran." Zhou Yao said with a smile.

Yu Luying threw a punch.

--split line--

With ten minutes left before the physical education class ended, Teacher Yao urged the students in her class to go to the health room for a physical examination.