Chapter 339

He should think more about how to deal with this plot-driven death that has lasted for less than a year.

It would be best to come up with a few cool poses now, so that at least when you die, it won't be too ugly.

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'Rooftop'

What did you just say?

Ye Luotong's mind went blank for a moment, and a strong shock surged up from the depths of her mind.

Did she mishear, or did Principal Qiao Ranxin say something wrong?

"Hmm? Was I not clear enough?"

"I'm asking Teacher Ye if you've fallen for that student, Wu Liang."

Qiao Ranxin smiled as she looked at Ye Luotong, who stood frozen in place as if petrified.

Oh dear, isn't she going a little too far?

Ye Luotong seemed to be so shocked that she couldn't speak.

However, since Ye Luotong was so shocked by just one sentence,

That means Ye Luotong really is interested in that kid Wu Liang...

Are you kidding me?

"No, I'm very serious."

"You think I've fallen for Wu Liang?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Is that so...?"

After confirming Qiao Ranxin's true intentions several times, Ye Luotong slowly lowered her head.

Why did Principal Qiao Ranxin think she had fallen in love with Wu Liang?

He was just his student, and he was his teacher.

"It's impossible for teachers and students to develop feelings for each other."

Ye Luotong fixed on the sky, slowly raised her small face and looked at Qiao Ranxin.

Compared to her initial shock, Ye Luotong now appeared extremely stiff.

At this moment, the brain was shattered by the outpouring of emotions.

"Principal, you've misunderstood. Wu Liang is just my student."

"He and I may indeed be closer, but we are just student and teacher."

Ye Luotong opened her mouth, and her sharp, hoarse voice was as grating as a breeze blowing into a broken chimney.

A hint of self-mockery flickered deep in her lifeless eyes; there was no way she could possibly fall for Wu Liang.

She didn't like that brat who only caused her trouble and gave her headaches.

"I'm just slightly concerned about Wu Liang's changes."

"Even if she likes Wu Liang, it's just an appreciation and liking for an outstanding student."

Ye Luotong brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear and suddenly smiled.

"Teacher Ye, you really are..."

Qiao Ranxin gave a somewhat troubled smile.

It's not that I dislike Wu Liang, but that I can't bring myself to like Wu Liang.

Because of her identities as both a teacher and a student, Ye Luotong denied her feelings.

However, she really didn't expect Ye Luotong to respond to her so seriously.

She clearly just wanted to play a joke on Teacher Ye.

But judging from the current situation, it seems like she's gone too far...

Chapter 61: Will You Keep Me as Your Sugar Daddy?

Qijiu gave Wu Liang a somewhat remote location.

According to the map, her residence is located in the western suburbs of the outer ring road.

It's a bit far from the city center, and there aren't many places to visit or shop around.

But here you can find a peace and comfort that you can't find in the city center.

For those who prefer peace and tranquility and are content with a peaceful life, this villa nestled amidst the greenery is undoubtedly the top choice.

(However, the housing prices here are not cheap.)

By the time Wu Liang stood at the door of Qijiu's house, it was already getting dark.

He stood there silently for a long time.

He opened his mouth and moved his lips a couple of times, but no sound came out.

Wu Liang tapped on his phone screen and checked the location Qijiu had sent him several times.

After confirming that he hadn't gone to the wrong place, Wu Liang slowly looked up at the huge, luxurious villa in front of him.

He had already guessed that Qijiu's identity was not ordinary; she couldn't possibly be just an ordinary cosplayer.

But he really didn't expect that Qijiu would live in such a luxurious villa.

"Is this the inconspicuous little attic she mentioned earlier?"

Recalling what Qijiu had said earlier, Wu Liang couldn't help but chuckle.

Is this two-story, exquisitely decorated villa actually an unassuming little attic?

Ah, it's a real shame that the Grand Prix of Versailles wasn't awarded to Qijiu.

Wu Liang shook his head. He still clearly remembered Qijiu's humble and pitiful tone from before.

"I live in a dilapidated little attic at number x on the outskirts of x street."

"After all, I'm a weak woman, and I don't have much money, so I can only choose to live in this relatively remote western suburb."

"There's nothing I can do. I don't have a formal job, and I'm just an outdated cosplayer. Finding a place to stay is already a huge challenge."

"So, since you see how pitiful I am, could you bring me some beer when you come to see me?"

"This humble woman is penniless, please have mercy on me, dear Wu Liang!"

Standing in front of the iron gate, Wu Liang silently recalled the tone of Qijiu's tearful voice when she spoke to her on the phone earlier.

The aggrieved tone in his voice was so strong it was almost as if he was about to burst into tears.

"As expected of her."

Wu Liang said helplessly, holding two cases of beer in his hand.

The reason Qijiu asked him to bring over two cases of beer was probably just because she was too lazy to go out.

In addition, it's difficult to call a delivery driver in such remote areas.

That's why Qijiu treated him like a gofer.

"Come in directly, I see you."

But just as Wu Liang was about to press the doorbell...

A crisp click sounded on the door, and the tightly closed iron gate automatically unlocked and opened a crack.

Qijiu's voice came through the speaker below the doorbell.

Listening to Qijiu's slightly hoarse voice.

Wu Liang turned his head and looked at an inconspicuous little red dot embedded in the stone wall.

So the pinhole camera was cleverly placed inside the stone wall.

Qijiu is quite shrewd; she knows that cameras cannot be placed arbitrarily on the outside.

"Thank you so much for going to all this trouble to buy me things."

As soon as Wu Liang walked in, he saw Qijiu wearing only a loose T-shirt.

It seemed they had been waiting here for a while; Qijiu was looking at him with a smile.

He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, with large expanses of her fair skin exposed.

Qijiu walked straight up to Wu Liang, warmly took the beer, and hugged it to her chest.

"I'm asking you, how much do you like alcohol? Even with a cold, you can't shut up?"

Wu Liang looked at the woman in front of him, who was affectionately rubbing against a beer can. He found it amusing.

She's twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, yet she's still so childish.

Does she really like alcohol that much? She even has to have a couple of bottles when she has a cold?

"Just like you can't live without cigarettes, I can't live without beer."

Qijiu hugged the beer in her arms tightly and grinned.

Then she took out a pair of cute pink Sailor Moon slippers for Wu Liang from the shoe cabinet.

"I'm already quitting."

Wu Liang shrugged, indicating that he was already quitting smoking.

Under Yao Shi's supervision, he had no choice but to abstain from the abstinence.

"Hey, what are you afraid of, young man? Although cigarettes and alcohol are not good things, they can make you feel much better at times, right?"

Qijiu, holding a beer, beckoned Wu Liang to follow her.

For her, alcohol was no different from a beverage.

Moreover, having alcohol as a companion when she's in a bad mood makes her feel much better.

"This is what you call a dilapidated attic?"

"If your location hadn't been right here, I probably would have turned around and left just now."

Wu Liang followed Qijiu into the living room and briefly looked around.

Compared to the luxury of the villa's exterior, Qijiu's living room is much simpler.

There was only a simple cashmere sofa and a huge projection screen.

There wasn't even a guest table; instead, there were just a few plush carpets on the floor.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the small balcony, there are some small storage boxes.

It looks like it contains small items such as bracelets and accessories.

The simple and elegant white and light yellow tones give the entire living room a refreshing feel.

The spotless plush blanket even made Wu Liang doubt whether Qijiu had ever lived here.

After all, in his mind, Qijiu was the kind of lazy, carefree, and somewhat sloppy older sister type.

But to my surprise, the living room was unexpectedly tidy...

"I am indeed very poor. Compared to you, I am practically penniless."

Qijiu took the scissors, opened the box, and took out two or three cans of beer, which she then hugged to her chest.

He plopped down on the sofa and lay down on his side.

"Hey, Wu Liang, if you're interested, why don't you just take me as your sugar daddy?"