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Chapter 184: Who is the Coward?
Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Who is the Coward?
This was Suizi’s first class, and she approached it with a strong sense of purpose.
She started preparations two days in advance, not just to stimulate her students’ interest in learning, but also to keep Yu Jingting around.
If it wasn’t for the need to help Yu Jingting obtain his diploma, she wouldn’t be teaching the class personally.
Suizi prepared an opening speech in English and chose to wear a slimming outfit.
She’d gathered from her research that attractive teachers are more likely to engage their students.
However, it seemed to have the opposite effect on Yu Jingting.
All were captivated by Suizi’s charming teaching style.
All except Jingting.
Yu Jingting had occupied the center seat in the front row, propping his face on one hand, staring straight at Suizi on the lectern.
Suizi, stared at by him, had tongue-tied moments and nearly couldn’t carry on.
Under his burning gaze, her clothes felt nonexistent...
He even licked his lip!! Suizi’s hand trembled and the chalk broken into two parts.
This damned rascal!
Suizi would bet that he was thinking of all sorts of inappropriate things right now.
"Yu Jingting, it’s your turn to answer, how do you pronounced this letter?" Suizi launched a sudden attack.
Yu Jingting, having been called upon, stood up and looked at the ’A’ on the blackboard.
Suizi threw the remaining chalk at him.
Thunk, it collided with his forehead.
"Pay attention! Sit down."
"But I haven’t answered yet."
"Then answer." Suizi thought to herself smugly, her face wearing a triumphant grin, serves you right for daydreaming! serves you right for not studying!
Cop his forehead with chalk!
He spent the whole time daydreaming, leering at her suggestively, Suizi didn’t believe he could answer correctly.
"This letter is pronounced A."
Suizi couldn’t laugh anymore. How did he manage to multitask successfully?
"Teacher Xiaochen, your chalk handwriting is beautiful, and you are even more beautiful."
His sudden flirtation nearly made Suizi lose her balance.
In this era where male-female relationships are conservative - or at least seemingly so.
A student openly flirting with a teacher, how audacious.
Most night school students are adults, many of whom are married with children. Seeing this, some of them whistled, others clapped gainfully.
Yu Jingting, reveling in his success, waved blissfully at everyone.
These people who were unaware of his relationship with Suizi felt that this handsome guy looked quite compatible with the beautiful teacher.
Suppressing her urge to kick him out of the classroom, Suizi carried on teaching.
The overly focused husband continued his wild imagination where he has already pinned teacher Xiaochen onto the lectern in his fantasy world.
"Yu Jingting! You, come wipe the blackboard!"
Suizi eventually couldn’t stand his lecherous gaze and called him up.
He cleaned the blackboard and looked at the lectern with a sinister smile, causing Suizi’s temples to throb.
In a volume so quiet only two of them could hear, she said:
"If you continue to disrupt the class, you’ll be sleeping on the floor!"
Yu Jingting narrowed his eyes.
Heh, this prissy dame, getting bold now she’s a teacher, threatening him?
Well, if she says so, then he would...be obedient.
Suizi unleashed her ultimate weapon, finally able to conduct the class smoothly.
He stopped causing trouble, but brooded the entire time with a face that says, "Your lord is pissed, not pleased by your coaxing."
Jingting, the rascal, believed that although his body has succumbed, his spirit remained defiant.
He tried to regain his dignity with a cold expression.
The students sitting around him felt the dark oppressive aura, they were scared and focused their attention on the teacher.
Most of the students were men. Realizing his wife was being ogled by a bunch of men, Yu Jingting was even more displeased, his aura becoming colder.
The class finally ended.
Under the watchful gaze of all the students, Yu Jingting walked up to Suizi and slammed his hand on the lectern.
Even though class was over, no one dared to leave.
They hardly dared to breathe.
Looking at the apparently fearsome Yu Jingting, were they going to beat the teacher?
Almost everyone may not be able to remember the content Suizi taught in class, but everyone remembered the handsome and fierce man sitting in the center of the front row, whose name is Yu Jingting.
"Teacher Xiaochen, you’re pretty tough, huh?"
"Ah?" Suizi blinked.
Yu Jingting grabbed the tea cup on the lectern and reprimanded:
"You didn’t drink a drop of water the entire class, aren’t you afraid your throat would hurt?"
"Oh... I’ll drink now," Suizi obediently took the cup, uncapped it and had a couple of gulps.
This turn of events left the students, who were ready to intervene, caught off guard.
Did he just say the meekest words with the meanest attitude?
"Teacher Xiaochen, do you guys know each other?" Someone dared to ask.
Suizi picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote a line of words on the blackboard.
"He is my husband."
Suizi pointed out each word one by one.
Everyone was puzzled. "What are you saying, teacher?"
Yu Jingting grabbed the chalk, circling the bird language with a heart.
Although he didn’t understand the gibberish his wife was muttering, her gaze told him that it should be something positive.
A teacher sitting at the back, who understood English, translated out loud:
"He is my husband... Don’t look at me all!!! It’s not me, it’s teacher Xiaochen’s!!!"
Suizi grinned broadly.
"Even though he is my family, I’ll still criticize him if he doesn’t study hard."
Yu Jingting picked up Suizi’s teacup and led his wife away in the face of the stunned classmates.
"This young couple is interesting," a teacher sitting at the back commented to the principal.
Teacher Xiaochen’s reputation wasn’t unjustified, her class was indeed very good. That high EQ English phrase in the end showing off their love, was simply...
"Hehe... Yu Jingting is just a hen-pecked husband. There’s no point in being a man living that kind of lifestyle."
The principal responded with a fake smile, taking the opportunity to badmouth Yu Jingting when he wasn’t around.
The teacher frowned, about to say something, when commotion erupted outside.
The sound of shattering glass, followed by clashing and students’ screaming.
"Zhang Yue’e!" Someone initiated a slogan.
"Die miserably!" Others joined in.
"Zhang Yue’e! Die miserably!"
The slogan was yelled in unison, obviously rehearsed.
Multiple classes in the night school were still in session, only Suizi’s had ended.
"Principal, something’s happened, you should take a look... Principal?"
The teacher was speechless, watching the principal take off from the backdoor.
As the principal of the school, fleeing without looking back at the first sign of trouble?
Outside the night school, several people in mourning clothes held up a big red piece of paper.
"Zhang Yue’e, die miserably!" The words on the paper formed this sentence when read out.
They chanted the slogans and continuously gathered rocks to throw at the glass.
Zhang Yue’e’s face turned pale, her whole body trembling in anger.
She came to the school to resign, having heard that these lowlifes have decided to make a scene.
As soon as she arrived at school, she was obstructed by these people.
They were not just chanting curses hoping for her demise, they were also breaking the school’s windows.
"Stop it, I no longer work here!" Zhang Yue’e cried out to the crowd outside, her mental state on the brink of collapse.
A plump hand landed on her shoulder, a gentle voice offering solace.
"The one who should leave isn’t you." Suizi saw all of this happening when she came out, she felt pity when she saw Zhang Yue’e’s back and overcome with indignation, she voiced out.
Zhang Yue’e turned around, and gasped in surprise when she saw Suizi.
"Is that you?"
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