I'm going to reveal your secret!]
She didn't want to guess.
Bai Qingxia expressionlessly opened the English textbook for her first class and began preparing, making it clear she had no intention of acknowledging Lu Yuanqiu.
"Come on, guess."
Lu Yuanqiu urged her.
Bai Qingxia pressed her lips together slightly and continued ignoring him, turning her face away as if she were completely absorbed in her English textbook.
Resting his head on his hand, Lu Yuanqiu drawled, "If you don't guess, I'm going to reveal your secret. Three, two-"
Bai Qingxia immediately turned toward him, breathing a little faster as she stared at him in embarrassed indignation.
Obediently, she asked, "What kind of god are you?"
Her clear voice carried a hint of aggrieved reluctance at being forced.
Lu Yuanqiu smiled. "The god of love."
Bai Qingxia frowned. "Lame!"
She let out an angry breath and turned back to her English textbook.
Lu Yuanqiu gave a fatherly smile and, with one hand supporting his head, shamelessly watched Bai Qingxia.
For some reason, saving this girl felt almost like giving birth to her. Looking at her, Lu Yuanqiu felt as though he were looking at a daughter he had painstakingly raised.
He couldn't help teasing her, watching the little changes in her expression as though they proved she was a living, breathing person.
The breeze from the window gently stirred her hair, and the morning light gilded its surface.
She had long lashes, willow-leaf brows, soft, moist, pale-pink lips, and a delicate, straight nose. Her profile seemed to carve a cute, rounded, snow-white L-shaped notch out of the azure sky.
A minute later.
Bai Qingxia couldn't take it anymore. Turning toward him in embarrassed annoyance, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
Lu Yuanqiu looked puzzled. "Nothing. I was just wondering why your mouth is so small."
"Lame!"
Bai Qingxia pressed her little lips tightly together, trying to hide them from Lu Yuanqiu, and turned away.
Lu Yuanqiu withdrew his gaze, took a bag of warm meat buns from his backpack, and handed it to her. "Finish these during the long break," he ordered.
"No."
Her reply was cool and distant.
Lu Yuanqiu glared. "You dare say no? Believe me, I'll-"
The girl immediately took the buns obediently, shooting Lu Yuanqiu an angry look with her beautiful eyes.
Only then did Lu Yuanqiu praise her with an air of worldly wisdom. "There! That's more like it. Just do as you're told."
Bang!
Liu Wei slammed the lectern again. The top students in the front row closed their eyes in despair as chalk dust blasted into their faces.
Adjusting her glasses, she said pointedly, "You're already in your final year of high school. I hope you know what your goals are!"
"Are you going to keep coasting through life, or take a shot at turning your bicycle into a motorbike?"
"If you still don't study hard this year, if you're like a certain someone who doesn't do his homework, talks in class, ranks near the bottom, and even distracts other students, you're going to suffer for it later!"
Lu Yuanqiu leaned back, his lips twisting slightly.
Wei, you know what? There are plenty of paths in this world. School isn't the only one.
Still, Lu Yuanqiu had already experienced what it felt like to be worth over a hundred million. Honestly, different social classes had different worries. Having money didn't mean living without a care.
His family wasn't poor. Even living off his parents, he wouldn't have to worry about a car or a home. Although he still needed to earn money in this second life, he didn't intend to push himself so hard.
Lu Yuanqiu hadn't attended university in his previous life. This time, he wanted to find out what it was like.
Getting into university with his current grades would be a little difficult, though.
But with an academic goddess like Bai Qingxia beside him, Lu Yuanqiu somehow felt more confident.
Sometimes he really wondered how Zhong Jincheng managed to get such good grades. His head was full of breasts and legs, yet he still ranked second in their year.
Comparisons really were infuriating.
Lu Yuanqiu sighed and slapped a thigh.
Bai Qingxia startled, hurriedly pressing her long legs together and drawing them away from him.
Lu Yuanqiu immediately apologized. "Sorry, wrong thigh."
"English is your first class. Get your textbooks ready!"
Their homeroom teacher, Liu Wei, gave the order. She taught Chinese.
After another couple of admonishments, she cast a worried glance toward the corner by the window, raised a hand to point at Lu Yuanqiu, and threatened him silently with a fierce look before leaving the classroom.
Meanwhile, the English teacher had been waiting at the door for quite some time, holding her lesson plan and textbook.
After exchanging a smile and a nod with Liu Wei, she entered the classroom.
A pair of beautiful legs in black stockings came into view.
"-Wow!"
The entire class whooped at the sight of the young, pretty English teacher.
The English teacher's name was Su Miaomiao, and she had only recently graduated. She wasn't exactly stunning, merely fresh-faced and pretty, but she had a great figure, an elegant air, and a lovely personality.
She looked forward to getting close to her students, while Zhong Jincheng looked forward to getting something splattered all over her skirt.
Lu Yuanqiu glanced to his right. Sure enough, the little bastard by the door was slowly lowering his hand.
"Ding~ ding~ ding~ ding~"
The bell rang. A thud came from the right as Zheng Yifeng dropped his head onto his desk and instantly fell asleep, his snores deep and forceful.
Lu Yuanqiu took out his own English textbook too.
Looking at the untouched portrait on the first page, he suddenly felt an itch in his hand. He wanted to give it dark circles and a little two-part mustache.
But he forcibly restrained his right hand, as though his hands were fighting each other, stopping himself from slipping back into his slacker habits.
No! No!
Stop!
I can't draw on it!
I'm going to study hard this time, damn it!
Damn this muscle memory!
Bai Qingxia turned to give Lu Yuanqiu a strange look. She said nothing, since the boys in their class could be pretty childish sometimes.
Take Lu Yuanqiu, for instance. She often saw him suddenly leap into the air while walking, as if he'd gone haywire, and mime shooting a basketball.
Whenever that happened, Bai Qingxia would stop and stare at him in bewilderment. To keep Lu Yuanqiu from noticing her gaze, she would then lower her head and walk past him.
Ever since then, she'd thought Lu Yuanqiu was strange.
Whenever he saw a trash can, his hand would twitch instinctively. Whether there was a crumpled piece of paper or an empty bottle nearby, he had to pick it up and send it sailing toward the trash can in a perfect arc.
If it missed, he would awkwardly run over to retrieve it, return to his original spot, and try again.
Once, Lu Yuanqiu spent an entire break shooting without getting it in and nearly drove himself mad. Sitting in the classroom,
Bai Qingxia turned her head, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the busy boy in the hallway. She watched, spellbound, for the entire break.
"What are you doing?"
Bai Qingxia couldn't stand it anymore. Lu Yuanqiu was still restraining his right arm, making both of their adjoining desks shake.
Lu Yuanqiu looked solemn. "There's a demon inside my right hand, and it's about to break its seal. Bai Qingxia, could you help me hold it down?"
There was no response beside him. Lu Yuanqiu turned and discovered that the light had gone out of Bai Qingxia's eyes. She was looking at him as though he were an idiot.
"Seriously? Have a little childlike wonder, will you?"
"Childish!"
Bai Qingxia muttered the insult and turned away, widening the boundary between their sides of the desks into a Grand Canyon.
Lu Yuanqiu was about to speak to her again when he suddenly heard their English teacher, Su Miaomiao, call his name.
"Lu Yuanqiu, please stand up and read the first paragraph aloud for everyone. Let's see how your preparation went."
Lu Yuanqiu was a little stunned.
Su Miaomiao smiled, her voice gentle. "It's all right. There may be quite a few new words. If you come across one you don't know, just pause."
My goddess is so gentle... Zhong Jincheng's eyes filled with hearts, his right hand keeping busy.
Lu Yuanqiu stood, opened his pristine textbook, and began reading the first paragraph quite naturally.
The moment the first word left his mouth, Su Miaomiao's expression changed. She looked up from her book in surprise.
The entire class turned to look.
Bai Qingxia also looked over in astonishment, her beautiful eyes fixed on the boy beside her.
His pronunciation is so good...
And it's even British?!
What happened to Lu Yuanqiu?
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