The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Although it is in the same department, the classes are different, and sometimes the teachers of the same subject are different.

Ling Qingxuan didn't take their class, but since the psychology subject had a new teacher, there were more discussions about Ling Qingxuan in the boys' dormitory.

Yu Zhuo couldn't see what he was thinking, and could only use the psychology he had learned to observe words and feelings.

But it was undeniable, when Wang Yan said "I like Teacher Ling very much", Yu Zhuo's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

"Teacher Ling?" Wang Yan called out again.

Ling Qingxuan looked cold, and she replied by chance: "You should also have this course. If you want to come and listen, first seek your teacher's opinion."

Yu Zhuo's heart has not yet let go, Wang Yan continued: "Can the teacher give me the contact information?"

Ling Qingxuan patted the slightly dumbfounded Yu Zhuo next to her, "If you have anything, you can contact my monitor."

She doesn't want to find some trouble.

And this Wang Yan and Lingqing Xuanguang came to the same conclusion as zz from their appearance, they were mediocre and not a very outstanding person.

But it was strange that he could pay attention to Ling Qingxuan and be so active.

[Host, you can also understand that your charm is too great, people really like you. 】zz bites his tongue immediately after speaking, 【Oh, what did I say, you can't be empathetic, host! 】

hold back.

【woo...】

Ling Qingxuan turned around with Yu Zhuo, and Wang Yan behind him stopped in the same place. After they were far away, he picked up the leave form.

His fingers were slightly tight, and when he was about to crumple the paper, he suddenly released it and put it on the page again.

...

As a female teacher who visited the boys' dormitory for the second time, Aya Qingxuan said that she was used to it.

"Mr. Ling, is your student injured again?"

Ling Qingxuan responded, "Yes."

The dormitory aunt murmured, "Young people today are really not as good as the previous generation."

Yu Zhuo couldn't help but whisper in Ling Qingxuan's ear, "Teacher, I'm in good health, it's just an accident."

My heart skipped a beat.

Yu Zhuo complained to himself, why was he so eager to explain, as if he really couldn't.

"Well, it was an accident." The girl's tone was light and calm, with a hint of coaxing.

Yu Zhuo felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

At the door of the dormitory, Yu Zhuo saw that her face was not blushing or panting, and it was another day to determine her strength.

"Teacher, do you want to come in and sit down?"

Ling Qingxuan was about to leave him at the door, but he didn't expect the little guy to invite him, so he nodded, "Okay."

Because of her foot injury, Yu Zhuo had difficulty in getting her water.

Fortunately, Ling Qingxuan just sat there. She glanced at his desk and asked, "Do you like psychology?"

Yu Zhuo nodded, "Yeah."

Most of the books he put here are in this regard.

The girl suddenly pointed at herself, with a soft look in her eyes, "Round up, just like me?"

In an instant, breathing seemed to be imprisoned in a small box, and someone was watching closely.

That kind of deep thought, like being guessed through, dissects him in front of everyone.

Yu Zhuo breathed steadily and smiled awkwardly: "I respect every teacher. Of course, I also like the psychology you teach, it's easy to understand and fun."

The conversation becomes polite.

Ling Qingxuan gave a small "oh", "That's why I like my class, not me."

Yu Zhuo: ...

He was so confused right now that he really didn't know how to answer.

But the teacher is close at hand.

He restrained his emotions for a long time, and it is impossible to break it at this moment.

"No... teacher, do you want candy?"

I don't know who to learn this kung fu from changing the topic, it's awkward and blunt.

Yu Zhuo took out the candy from the drawer.

Ling Qingxuan picked one and didn't plan to tease him anymore.

"Open your mouth."

Yu Zhuo slightly opened his thin lips, and the candy was stuffed into his mouth by the girl.

Ling Qingxuan glanced at the book he gave to his roommate last time, and said softly, "You have a good rest, I'm going to prepare for the lesson."

"...Well." With sugar, the whole mouth is sour and sweet.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Yu Zhuo returned to his senses.

"Hey."

He sighed and lay down on the table.

Why when he actively wanted to know a person's thoughts, he couldn't read them.

Pressing his face on his arm, the boy's handsome brows were puzzled.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep on his stomach.

In the dream, the faces of Ling Qingxuan and Wang Yan appeared. The two stood under a tree with fallen leaves. The atmosphere was beautiful, and the two held hands.

Wang Yan tilted her head and warned him: 'Teacher Ling is mine, you should not appear in front of her in the future. ’

The girl standing beside him responded: 'My favorite student is not you. ’

The two seem to be separated from him by a world, but they can meet for real.

Those words pierced Yu Zhuo's heart, Yu Zhuo opened his mouth to say something, and suddenly woke up.

"Yu Zhuo? Yu Zhuo?"

The roommate who came back from get out of class looked strange, "Have you had a nightmare again? Why are your eyes red and you're scared to cry."

His eyes trembled slightly, and Yu Zhuo took a breath.

The chest is so tight, so uncomfortable.

Why does he dream of such a picture?

Heck.

Under the questioning of his roommate, Yu Zhuo said that it was because of the sudden pain in his feet.

He took his roommate's small mirror and looked into his eyes.

Sure enough, it turned red.

A mocking smile.

He is not a child anymore, how can he feel the same as if his beloved was taken away.

He likes Aya-sensei, but he doesn't stop at liking.

Not yet...take it as your own.

"By the way, did you know that in this class you didn't come, Wang Yan made the teacher angry."

The roommate was very curious, "I really don't understand the psychology of people with good grades. Aren't we in Teacher Li's class? He suddenly left the classroom, and he didn't care when Teacher Li shouted several times."

"When he came back, Mr. Li asked him what he was doing. He took his bag and left without saying a word. It seems that his grades for this class are gone."

Yu Zhuo was stunned while holding the mirror's hand, "Mr. Li...Wang Yan, did he leave the classroom by himself?"

"Yes, he didn't give an explanation, that's why Teacher Li was so angry. Could it be that he went to see his girlfriend? Haha, I'm joking, eat and eat."

The roommate didn't understand and didn't know him well, so I didn't continue to talk about it.

Yu Zhuo fell into deep thought.

Wang Yan didn't come to him specifically to ask for leave, but to find Teacher Ling.

Do you have to go to Aya-sensei even if you lose a credit for a class?

Why?

Just to tell her that I like her, want to take her class, and want her contact information?

"Ahhhh!" Yu Zhuo suddenly shouted.

The roommate was so frightened that he couldn't swallow his food, "Is it so painful, why are you screaming like a woman giving birth to a child?"

"..." Yu Zhuo covered his head, "It's so complicated and troublesome."

Why is he in such a bad mood.