Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Delicate and Soft - Chapter 027.2
There is a two-hour break at noon. Usually, Zhou Lian Qi had lunch directly in the school canteen, and then took a nap in the classroom.
But he had gastric only yesterday, so Nan Fei Yu is worried. She cooks some porridge and bring it over.
During noon, the uncle’s guard inspection is not strict, Nan Fei Yu slip inside the school.
She carries the insulation box and asked a few students before she finally found the class three for seniors.
Everyone went to the school canteen. There were very few people in the classroom. She saw Zhou Lian Qi at a glance.
“Brother …” she called out softly.
Zhou Lian Qi raised his head in amazement. Thinking that his brain is making up the illusion and he is just hearing something. However, when he turns his head to the classroom door, the girl is cautiously and solemnly standing at door and waving at him.
His moodiness vanishes, pursed up his lips and walked out.
“Why are you here?” His voice is low. There is no anger, just surprised and bewilderment.
Zhou Xiaoqiao in the past few days has made him very confused.
Previously she had blocked students from this school but surprisingly, now she dares to walk in fearlessly… She is not scared that someone will recognise her?
There is a lot of things in his mind and he felt a little sullen for a moment. His face became a little ugly.
“Brother, I’m here to deliver foods for you to eat. The doctor said you’d better eat lighter food. I cooked porridge for you.” Nan Fei Yu lifted the insulated box in her hand, her smiling face clearly asking for praises
Zhou Lian Qi looks at her for a long while and then reached out to take the box.
A few steps into the classroom, he looks back at her, “Come in.”
Nan Fei Yu is a little surprised but still followed him and entered the classroom.
Several of the classmates who are also eating in the classroom look at the two with a look of excitement, “Ah Qi, hei hei hei. Hehehe. How happy ah. Someone is sending you special lunch box! Who is this?”
“Eat your rice. Very nosy ah?” Zhou Lian Qi replies and sit down in his place.
Nan Fei Yu smiled at the person who just spoke. Her tone is a little proud, “Zhou Lian Qi is my brother.”
Zhou Lian Qi glances at her but didn’t said anything.
Seeing that Zhou Lian Qi didn’t want to say more, the other classmates did not bother.
When Zhou Lian Qi is drinking porridge, Nan Fei Yu turns over his notes. Her expression focused.
He looks down, his expression complicated. After Zhou Xiaoqiao dropped out of school, he tried to ask her to return to school, but she refused and didn’t went back home for several days.
Thinking of the past matter, he couldn’t raise his appetite and so didn’t eat much.
When Nan Fei Yu packed the thermal insulation box and preparing to leave, he wants to say something but then hesitate. He ends up not saying anything in the end.
Although he lived together with her, he almost never talks to her.
Now, even if he wants to change, he doesn’t know what to say to her.
In the afternoon, Nan Fei Yu cooked porridge when Zhou Lian Qi returned, earlier than usual.
Seeing her preparing to go out, Zhou Lian Qi put down his spoon. Looking toward her, his face expressionless asking, “Where are you going?”
Nan Fei Yu thought that she should not tell him about her being a private tutor so she vaguely answers, “Go to part-time work.”
“Where?” Zhou Lian Qi asked in a deep voice.
He has never interfered with the original host before and now asking this. Does he start to care about her?
“Brother, it’s not far. I’ll be back soon.” Nan Fei Yu hurried walk out the door, obviously escaping.
Zhou Lian Qi clenches his spoon and stared at the door, his face gloomy.
After a while, he got up and takes the key and walks out.
When Nan Fei Yu arrives at Yu Ziqian’s house, it is already seven o’clock.
Steward Xu leads her upstairs. Yu Ziqian looks at his watch and reminds her, “Zhou Xiaoqiao, you are ten minutes late. How did you become someone’s tutor?”
Nan Fei Yu walks to the desk and replied, “I’ll make up for 20 minutes lesson. Okay?”
As soon as he heard her answer, Yu Ziqian’s complexion darkened. “Not okay.”
Nan Fei Yu lifted her lips, sits down opposite him and explained, “I have something at home thus leaving home late. I’ll be on time tomorrow.”
She had asked Lee-ge to adjust her singing time to after ten o’clock every day. So once she finished the two-hour class for the little wolfdog, she still has to rush.
Yu Ziqian snorted coldly, not commenting anything.
Few seconds later, he frowned again and asked, “Did you go to my school today?”
He seemed to see her but she disappeared when he went and looked for her.
The more he thought, the more he felt right.
“Yeah.” Nan Fei Yu answered and bowed her head to take out her brand-new physics book.
“Why are you going to that place? You plan to resume your old trade again?” Yu Ziqian grits his teeth and guessed. His palms inexplicably tense up.
“Can you stop talking?” Nan Fei Yu taps on top of his head with a pen. “Let me properly teach you and tell me if there is any problem.”
“You dare to hit me ?!” Yu Ziqian jumps up.
Nan Fei Yu slowly raises her head. Her face full of seriousness, emphasizing, “Yu Ziqian, I’m here to teach you.”
Yu Ziqian didn’t feel the dignified of the tutor but instead feels a little bit wanting to laugh.
However, when he looks up, surprisingly he sees a serious look on the cute face…
However, he still gives her some face and sits down obediently.
He is stupid by nature originally. So, after a while, he goes to the balcony to smokes.
Nan Fei Yu cannot help to knead her forehead. If it isn’t for the high fees, she would have thought about teaching primary school students instead.
She walks over to the balcony and reaches out with her hand, trying to pull him back to the desk.
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