Hearing Qian Renxue's words, Lu Yuan's face showed a trace of shock.
"You found me a new teacher? Are you sure you're not joking?"
Lu Yuan found it hard to believe. His teacher was Pope Bibi Dong—who would dare to become his teacher and act as if Bibi Dong did not exist?
"Your teacher has already agreed!" As if she had seen through his doubts, Qian Renxue smiled faintly.
"Really?" Lu Yuan's eyes widened. Was Bibi Dong really that easy to talk to?
"Of course it's true!" Qian Renxue said.
"How did you manage that?" Lu Yuan grew interested and asked curiously.
"I'm not telling you!" Qian Renxue blinked mischievously, a mysterious smile appearing on her face.
"If you won't say, forget it!" Lu Yuan muttered. This girl had probably discussed something with Bibi Dong in private.
"When are you planning to leave?" Compared with his new teacher, he was more interested in when Qian Renxue would begin her plan. Once it began, he would no longer be able to see her often.
"Probably three days from now!" Qian Renxue said with a smile.
"Three days from now?" Lu Yuan murmured.
"If I leave three days from now, will you miss me?" For some reason, Qian Renxue blurted out those words. The moment they left her mouth, she regretted them.
"Of course. I'll miss you all the time!" Lu Yuan looked at Qian Renxue with gentle eyes.
Qian Renxue's pretty face reddened, and she turned her head away, though her heart felt faintly sweet.
Although she repeatedly reminded herself that the boy before her was only eight years old, perhaps because Lu Yuan behaved too maturely, she had unconsciously begun to treat him as someone her own age.
She herself had matured early. Living in a place like Spirit Hall,