Song Jianchu didn’t know if he had misunderstood Mu Ye’s meaning.
“Free.”
“It means it can be extended indefinitely.”
“Doesn’t that mean it’s like real love…”
Song Jianchu quickly stopped his thoughts.
“Being so eager to extend, it seems that the sponsor is very satisfied with my performance in the past few days.” Mu Ye held him tightly, lightly laughed with an ambiguous tone, and lowered his voice, “Actually, I can perform even better. As long as you want, not just kisses and hugs, I won’t refuse any of your future requests…”
Song Jianchu immediately closed his eyes and calmly interrupted, “Let’s talk about the future later, let’s sleep.”
The next day, Song Jianchu had the first math class, so he got up early to prepare.
Last night, Mu Ye held him too tightly, causing him to sweat a little. After waking up in the morning, he took another shower.
While taking a shower, Song Jianchu stood under the water, a bit absent-minded.
After this period of getting along, he often felt that Mu Ye had a thirst for physical contact. Song Jianchu could tell that Mu Ye liked intimate physical contact, especially hugs, as if it could make him relax completely.
Every time Mu Ye took the initiative to offer his services, he actually wanted a hug for himself.
Song Jianchu had long seen through the truth, but he didn’t expose it.
Before leaving for work, Mu Ye hugged him from behind again, saying, “Wait a moment.”
Song Jianchu found it amusing in his heart and stood still. He felt that he was gradually being enveloped by Mu Ye’s scent, as if he was being surrounded by Mu Ye’s domain.
The man buried his head on Song Jianchu’s shoulder and nuzzled lightly, like an affectionate and clingy large dog. “Teacher Song has multiple roles and must be very tired. Let me give you a hug in advance.”
Song Jianchu slightly tightened the corners of his mouth and calmly responded, “Mm.”
“Hold on a little longer, and we’ll be able to go home tomorrow.” Mu Ye, leaning on his shoulder, spoke in a close voice, “Did you endure too much last night, Xiao Chu? When we go back this time, I’ll make it up to you properly. You can touch me as much as you want, do whatever you want to me…”
Song Jianchu originally intended to let this person enjoy himself a little longer, but his expression gradually stiffened, and he had to interrupt in advance, “That’s enough, we’ll be late.”
The first class in the morning was Song Jianchu’s math class, which had become the most efficient subject in the International Class A after these few days.
During class, Director Zhang and Director Qin inspected the classroom discipline together. When they passed by the International Class A, Director Zhang stopped and peered inside through the window, then pushed up his glasses and looked at the class doorplate, confirming it with a glance. “This is incredible. What kind of magic did Jianchu use on them? Why does it seem like the students have changed?”
Bullet screen responses:
[“Jianchu’s magic”]
[“Weibo tycoon’s magic”]
[“Outstanding graduate’s magic”]
[“When you can’t beat them, you have to obediently listen to them magic”]
Qin Fang also glanced into the classroom, his gaze stopping on the person writing formulas on the blackboard.
The side profile of the boy was cold and indifferent, and wearing glasses added a touch of mature and stable temperament. When he turned his head and scanned the student who answered the question incorrectly with a chilling gaze, the student who stood up gradually stiffened and became flustered, as if facing a judge’s death sentence.
“Sit down.” Song Jianchu withdrew his gaze indifferently, speaking without much emotion, “If you don’t know, just say you don’t know. We only have forty minutes per class, don’t waste everyone’s time. I clearly explained this type of problem in yesterday’s class…”
[“My son is so cool ahhh”]
[“Ah, I’m done for”]
[“I don’t know either, please punish me, teacher”]
[“To be honest, Stinky Treasure is really suitable to be a teacher”]
[“I really like Teacher Song. Can I confess?”]
Qin Fang raised an eyebrow and said, “Seems quite accurate.”
The bell rang for the end of class, and the English teacher came early to download the teaching materials for this class. She saw the math teacher surrounded by a group of female students.
The girls in the class suddenly became greatly interested in math. After class these days, they would compete to ask questions every time.
“Teacher Song, I didn’t understand this problem.”
“Teacher Song, this formula is difficult. Can you explain it to me again?”
“Teacher Song, can this problem be solved using another method?”
“Teacher Song…”
Song Jianchu was almost forgetting his own surname with all the noise. He frowned and said, “One at a time.”
The students continued to surround the math teacher, not letting him go. The English teacher stood outside the door without interrupting.
Mu Ye leaned against the corridor window sill, crossed his arms, and waited, his gaze never leaving the person at the podium as he squinted slightly.
Ten minutes passed during the break, and the bell for the next class rang. Mu Ye finally walked into the classroom with his teaching materials.
“Teacher Song, are you really leaving tomorrow? Can we exchange WeChat contacts?” A sweet-voiced girl put away her exercise book and asked with a sad tone, “Can I ask you if I have any questions in the future?”
“I want to add you on WeChat too, Teacher Song!”
“Me too!”
Knowing what these people were thinking, Song Jianchu was about to refuse.
Mu Ye stood next to the math teacher, who was popular among the young girls, and gently reminded, “Classmates, please return to your seats. The class has already started.”
Song Jianchu hadn’t even noticed that the bell had already rung for the start of class. He immediately picked up his teaching materials and coldly refused, “Stop daydreaming. I’m not your private tutor.”
The girls dispersed with disappointment. “…Oh.”
Is the Demon King’s little brother so straightforward?
As he was about to leave, Mu Ye called out to him, “Wait, here’s your pen.”
Song Jianchu turned around, and the pocket on his shirt was suddenly flicked open by a slender finger. A warm fingertip lightly brushed against his chest through the fabric of his shirt.
Mu Ye helped him clip the pen, raised his eyes gently, and smiled softly, “Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Song.”
[“Huh?”]
[“Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Song”]
[“Hehe, the romantic campus drama suddenly changed”]
[“Is it just me? Why do I feel like Mu Teacher is flirting with my son??”]
[“Ah, ah, ah, ah”]
[“I don’t know if Teacher Mu is flirting or not, but I’m already numb”]
Song Jianchu’s gaze flickered for a moment, and he calmly lowered his eyes, saying, “Thank you.”
During lunch break, following Director Qin’s suggestion, Principal Song led the members to form a team called the “Early Love Patrol Group.” They targeted several secretive dating spots in the school and started cracking down on teenage romance.
The most deserted experimental building in the school was the preferred dating spot for campus couples.
Song Jianchu organized the team and said, “Let’s continue with yesterday’s groups for the search. Your group will lead today, Teacher Pei.”
This was the first time Pei Shinian had been promoted as a team leader since joining the school. He thought to himself that his efforts all these years had finally paid off. In this game of workplace competition, he was also a winner.
Because he missed out on sweet campus romance back in his school days, Teacher Pei was particularly enthusiastic about this patrol activity.
To enhance their deterrent effect, Teacher Pei also put on glasses and held a small notebook with a sinister smile. “Hmph, the happiness I can’t have, others shouldn’t have it either.”
They had already planned the search locations in advance, and both teams set off at the same time.
At twelve noon, an urgent notice was posted on the school forum.
[1L: The principal is cracking down on teenage romance! Run, everyone!!!]
[2L: Damn it, my brother has already been caught, and his girlfriend is screaming in fear.]
[5L: Ahhh, more than ten couples have been caught in the experimental building! Bros, run fast!!]
[14L: The rooftop has also been swept! Bros, don’t come here!!]
[34L: Is this guy a professional sprinter? How can he run so fast?? Just as I and my girlfriend ran down from the rooftop, he caught us at the entrance…]
[42L: What the hell?? My girlfriend didn’t even run? Just to hear the principal lecturing her… Is this about cracking down on teenage romance or humiliating me?]
…
[108L: Bros, stop running. You can’t escape. Just take the last two minutes to kiss each other.]
“Ah, ah, ah! Stinky Treasure, you finally came!”
A burst of excited but suppressed screams came from the small grove beside the school football field.
Song Jianchu, with a cold face, recorded in his notebook, “Which class are you two from?”
The girl nervously covered her face, “I’m from Class C of the second year international program. My mom is called Tang Shuang’s mom, and her boyfriend is called Liu Shuai—Stinky Treasure’s mom loves you!”
The boy remained silent.
Song Jianchu showed no expression, “The homeroom teacher will talk to you later. Go back to the classroom and wait for further instructions.”
“Okay, Mommy will cooperate with your work!” The girl held her boyfriend’s hand and walked away, reluctantly waving her hand and saying, “Stinky Treasure, go for it! There are two more couples behind the trees up ahead!”
[“Touched by my sisters, sob sob sob”]
[“Sisters, stay strong!!”]
[“She can get a close look at the handsome Teacher Song and even make Stinky Bao remember her name. Is this sister the reincarnation of a lucky carp spirit?”]
[“Damn it, I’m so envious I’m tearing up.”]
Qin Fang witnessed this type of fan group for the first time and was amazed along the way. He couldn’t help but say, “Your fans are…quite cute.”
“Indeed,” Mu Ye said, suppressing a smile.
Song Jianchu sneered, about to say that these problematic students were far from cute.
Mu Ye smiled and looked at him, saying, “Just like the principal.”
Song Jianchu swallowed his words and silently walked a few steps forward, coldly apprehending the next couple hiding behind the trees—another pair of young lovers.
Thanks to the cooperation of the fans of the popular teacher, the patrol group successfully apprehended more than forty couples involved in teenage romance, effectively clearing the last stronghold of teenage romance. The homeroom teachers of each class would personally handle the conversations with the students.
The final big project was successfully completed, and the employees would be off work in two days.
After school that evening, Qin Fang bid farewell to the team members at the school gate, dragging his luggage. The nanny car that came to pick him up was already waiting by the roadside.
[“Teacher Qin, take care!”]
[“Remember to come back for overtime next time!”]
[“We’ve gained another revolutionary comrade!”]
[“Teacher Qin, you’ve worked hard!”]
Qin Fang hugged each member one by one and said, “It has been a pleasant two days. We still have more tasks ahead, so I’ll take my leave first. Keep up the good work, and congratulations in advance on your liberation tomorrow. You won’t be tormented by the lunatic anymore.”
Pei Shinian felt a great sense of regret. It was rare to have a colleague who could enjoy playing games with him, and now they were parting ways so soon. Pei Shinian sighed, “See you in the game tonight.”
Bai Xingyu, who had future collaborations with Qin Fang, added, “See you on set.”
Lu Shen said, “Have a successful shoot.”
Mu Ye said, “Take care.”
When Qin Fang approached Song Jianchu, he didn’t extend his hand but smiled and said, “Now that I’m gone, you must be feeling lonely.”
Song Jianchu replied coldly, “Without giving yourself so much attention, your car should already be at the second ring road.”
Qin Fang looked at him for a few seconds and suddenly took a step closer, whispering in his ear with a volume only they could hear, “Cutie, take care of yourself and don’t let anyone bully you again.”
“?” Song Jianchu looked confused, “What nonsense are you talking about? Didn’t you wake up properly this morning?”
Qin Fang stepped back, seemingly casually glanced in Mu Ye’s direction, put on sunglasses, dragged his luggage, and waved, “Goodbye, everyone. If you have the chance, we’ll meet again. I’m off work now, don’t envy me too much.”
[“Hahaha”]
[“What did they say?”]
“These arch-nemeses are so amusing. They even have to hurt each other in the end.”
[“Teacher Qin is such a great employee. We must have him visit again next time!”]
As they watched the nanny car drive away, the members returned to their dormitories to rest.
Tomorrow would be the final day of work at their alma mater. The school organized a farewell ceremony, and Song Jianchu, acting as the temporary principal for five days, would deliver a speech in front of the entire faculty and students.
Everyone carefully prepared for the last day’s classes in their dormitories.
Sitting at the desk, Song Jianchu opened his computer and started preparing tomorrow’s speech.
His phone, placed on the desk, rang with a WeChat friend request.
[Qin Fang: Cutie, accept it. I have something important to tell you.]
Song Jianchu didn’t accept and replied in the rejection reason.
[Song Jianchu: Just say it.]
[Qin Fang: Add me first. It’s really important. You’ll regret it if you don’t.]
Song Jianchu clicked on accept.
[Song Jianchu: You have one minute.]
[Qin Fang: Actually, your hairstyle looks handsome.]
Song Jianchu’s eyelid twitched. Why should he believe this idiotic nonsense?
He was about to delete the friend request.
[Qin Fang: It seems like Teacher Mu has a slight crush on you.]
Song Jianchu held his phone, his gaze frozen.
[Qin Fang: It could also be my imagination. I just wanted to remind you not to act like a naive fool and let him take advantage of you without knowing anything.]
The dormitory door opened from the outside, and Mu Ye came in carrying a bag of snacks.
Song Jianchu quickly locked his screen.
Mu Ye still carried the chill of the winter night, and he touched Song Jianchu’s face from behind with his cold hand, smiling, “I bought some snacks for you so that you won’t go hungry while staying up late to write. They are all things you have at home.”
Looking at the large bag of snacks placed on the table, Song Jianchu was momentarily distracted but quickly regained a calm expression. “Thank you.”
The phone rang again in his hand.
Song Jianchu’s heart instantly raced, and his palms became slightly sweaty.
Fortunately, he had set up privacy protection on his phone, so on the lock screen, he could only see that it was a WeChat message notification.
Casually noticing it, Mu Ye asked, “Who are you chatting with?”
Song Jianchu calmly replied, “Yin Chi.”
Mu Ye said, “I thought it was Teacher Qin.”
Song Jianchu’s eyelashes trembled. “!”
The smile on Mu Ye’s face faded a bit, and he turned around and walked away. “If he comes looking for you, don’t talk to him.”
Song Jianchu was puzzled. “Why?”
Mu Ye took off his coat and hung it in the wardrobe, his expression becoming indifferent as he spoke straightforwardly, “I don’t like him.”
Song Jianchu looked confused.
He couldn’t quite understand. Although Qin Fang and he didn’t have a good relationship, it seemed like there was no animosity between Mu Ye and Qin Fang either. They had been getting along fine these past few days, and there had been no signs of anything.
Mu Ye closed the wardrobe door, and with a faint gaze from the corner of his eye, he looked at Song Jianchu, his eyes filled with resentment and a hint of unspoken grievances. “He calls you ‘cutie,’ and I heard it.”
Song Jianchu: “…”