Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!

Under the table, Cheng Zhu's large hand felt the delicate smoothness of black stockings.

He could clearly sense that, with the stroking of his large hand, the counselor's shapely long legs tensed up instantly.

"What's he doing!"

"We're still at the dinner table!"

Chen Jieyu was both anxious and annoyed in her heart.

But this annoyance was simply a shy annoyance.

She wasn't truly angry.

Because Cheng Zhu only did it after Professor Jian suggested she should find a boyfriend.

This allowed the counselor to feel this bad student's overwhelming possessiveness towards her!

Despite Cheng Zhu's teasing words, as if students in the class heard about the counselor's love life gossip, their faces were also full of spirited expressions.

Yet, this large hand under the table represented everything.

As if declaring ownership.

All of this was naturally unknown to Dean Zhang's family of three.

They didn't know that this was happening under the table as Cheng Zhu's fingertips had already entered the inner side, causing half of his finger to be tightly clamped by the panicked counselor's leg.

Tight to the point of being immobile.

For a moment, he only felt the softness of the shapely thigh in his palm, sensing the full elasticity of the leg muscle and the full texture of the stockings.

Jian Wanyu, listening to Cheng Zhu's teasing, smiled gently at him and said: "Little Cheng, have you had a girlfriend in university?"

Cheng Zhu: "..."

Professor Jian, you're taking turns, huh!

Luckily, he was clever, and didn't answer directly, but instead asked Dean Zhang and Chen Jieyu.

"Dean, Mr. Chen, at our School of Information, are we allowed to date openly?"

Dean Zhang smiled and said: "You're all adults now, where would universities control such things? As long as students don't have too chaotic conduct issues, the school certainly won't interfere."

Cheng Zhu in his heart: All right, it seems I still need to be controlled.

With this bit of banter, the topic about him was smoothly skipped over.

The counselor gave Cheng Zhu a deep look.

Regarding whether Cheng Zhu would date, she had never thought about it deeply, nor did she dare to.

She would unconsciously avoid this matter.

Even though she saw the rumors about Cheng Zhu and Shen Qingning on the internet.

Indeed, when this gossip caused a stir throughout the web, with Technology University being the center of the whirlpool, the buzz on campus was undoubtedly off the charts.

No way around it, as Cheng Zhu was Technology University's top celebrity, and Shen Qingning was a campus goddess-level existence.

Back then, it could be said that in both the male and female dormitory buildings, many dormitories were hotly discussing, and on the campus forum, there were a ton of posts about them, with extremely heated comments below.

Not to mention that even among the teachers, such discussions were unavoidable.

Chen Jieyu heard colleagues mention this topic several times.

But from beginning to end, she never brought it up with Cheng Zhu, not even a single word.

At this moment, the unusual situation on her thigh interrupted the counselor's train of thought.

Cheng Zhu was trying to withdraw his hand.

As her tightly clamped stocking leg was too snug, he dared not exert much force, fearing that too large a movement would be discovered.

Once Chen Jieyu came to her senses and slightly parted her legs, only then did Cheng Zhu manage to extricate himself.

This troublemaker placed his hand on the table and, in front of the counselor, flexed his fingers slightly, as if they had gone numb from being clamped.

Making such a move on an occasion like this really did add a few more shades of shyness and annoyance to her.

This bad student always managed to refresh her understanding of bad men!

On the other side, Professor Jian seemed not to have finished, still talking about the topic of finding a daughter-in-law at the dinner table, also remembering to admonish Chen Jieyu.

Even the usually reticent Zhang Sixing couldn't help but raise his eyes and say: "Mom!"

Dean Zhang quickly spoke up from the side: "Come on, let's not talk about these things at the dinner table, dig in! Try the fish I caught today, it's such a big one!"

This old man was getting quite pleased with himself.

He had taken this big fish and paraded it around the neighborhood twice!

Here, as the family of three exchanged words, on the other side, Cheng Zhu gently nudged Chen Jieyu with his thigh.

Chen Jieyu looked at him curiously, thinking he was hinting at something.

As a result, the rascal just kept lightly nudging her with his leg.

The counselor, unable to stand the disruption, had to put one hand down, intending to lightly slap his leg, indicating he should stop fooling around in this kind of setting.

Unexpectedly, just as her hand reached down, Cheng Zhu's other large hand quickly seized it.

Then his five fingers slowly gripped her small hand, holding it tightly.

Just like that, he secretly held her hand under the table.

Then, Cheng Zhu's thumb gently stroked the back of her hand.

As if asserting ownership, yet also offering comfort.

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Dean Zhang's cooking skills were decent, and the food tasted good.

Every time Cheng Zhu attended a family dinner, he would bring a little fruit, and then eat vigorously at the table!

The old folks actually loved watching young people eat heartily; most elderly do.

If the dish was made by themselves, the gratification would be even greater.

After Cheng Zhu boasted a big bowl of rice, he, as if in his own home, smoothly got up, and went back to the rice cooker to scoop half a bowl.

Chen Jieyu knew about Cheng Zhu's appetite, as after moving to the Rose Garden, they would sometimes spend some time cohabitating.

She could actually tell that every time he came to Dean Zhang's house, he would definitely eat his fill.