Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 271 - Chapter 271 Chapter 232 Ill Support You (Combined Chapter)_4

Chapter 271: Chapter 232: I’ll Support You (Combined Chapter)_4 Chapter 271: Chapter 232: I’ll Support You (Combined Chapter)_4 “What the hell! How did you manage to pin the blame on me? It’s your pessimistic outlook on life; I just pointed it out,” Cheng Zhu played the non-stick pan to perfection.

Talking about this he couldn’t help but think of Chen Jieyu’s fate in the timeline of her previous life–she had attempted suicide and then left Technology University.

Cheng Zhu felt that at this stage she probably wouldn’t consider ending her own life.

She was just living a hard, tiring life, but he could clearly sense that she was struggling.

So, what was it about her original life trajectory that led her to want to give up on her life?

Cheng Zhu had no answers.

Because in his past life, he had only heard all sorts of messy versions, all kinds of rumors, and he couldn’t distinguish which were true and which were false.

And in this life, as a reborn person, he would undoubtedly change the life trajectories of everyone around him, imperceptibly.

So, he feared that he would never get an answer.

Time passed, and it was half-past midnight.

Although the two of them were actually drinking at a slow pace, mainly chatting, he still noticed that Chen Jieyu had probably had too much to drink.

When she picked up the jug herself to pour more drink, he reached out and pressed down on the jug.

“Don’t pour anymore; you’re drunk,” he said.

“I’m, I’m not,” she actually didn’t want to go back to her room.

For some reason, even if they just sat in silence, she felt very comforted.

“You’ve had too much,” Cheng Zhu repeated, “I told you, don’t mix drinks; you haven’t had much now, but mixing can get you drunk fast.”

“Where did you learn such weird and perverse logic?” The counselor turned her head and looked at him, her blurry eyes holding a bit of surprise.

“Teacher, do a Baidu search and see if you’re right,” she raised a finger, indicating to wait a moment.

Cheng Zhu couldn’t help but laugh silently, thinking she was quite naive when drunk.

Actually doing a “teacher Baidu search”!

So, he leaned in a little closer to her, watching her search.

In fact, during the course of drinking, the two of them had unconsciously moved closer and closer together.

Now, a light rain had started to fall outside.

The rain was not heavy, but one could hear the pitter-patter of raindrops.

Cheng Zhu really liked the sound of rain; people like him seemed to have a special term, called “rain addict.”

Chen Jieyu saw him looking at her phone, she lifted her gaze and made eye contact with him but didn’t mind.

She opened her phone to Baidu, ready to input: “Does mixing drinks make you drunker?”

However, Cheng Zhu snatched the phone away from her abruptly.

Because when Chen Jieyu’s fingers touched the input box, all the previous Baidu search records would pop up.

He caught sight of the top entry in the search records with just a glance!

“Mr. Chen,” Cheng Zhu said in a low voice, rarely calling her Mr. Chen.

“What the heck have you been searching for on Baidu all this time?” He looked at her and his gaze swept over her from top to bottom.

“Huh? What?” Chen Jieyu didn’t catch on.

Cheng Zhu, holding her phone, read out his search history, word for word:

“Are there teachers who are kept by students?”

For Chen Jieyu, this was like a bolt from the blue!

In an instant, she felt her heart skip a beat, her body tensed, and even the toes of both feet curled up together at that moment.

Her cheeks, already flushed with alcohol, turned even redder, and a slight blush spread to her neck.

“No… it’s not what you think.” She quickly moved closer to Cheng Zhu, trying to snatch the phone, half-leaning over him.

He could feel the pressure on his forearm.

Chen Jieyu’s palm was pressed directly onto his thigh, supporting her body.

It was at this moment she realized that grabbing the phone back was actually pointless. What good would it do?

Cheng Zhu looked at the pouncing Chen Jieyu with a trace of a smile on his face, suggestively saying, “What do you think I’m thinking?”

He looked down at Chen Jieyu who was practically in his arms and at the counselor who owed him a load of trouble, calling her Mr. Chen again, very rarely.

“Mr. Chen, do you know what it means to be kept?”

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(ps: Combined two chapters into one; no more splitting, seeking monthly passes!)