I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 838: Zhao’er’s Plan

Chapter 838: Chapter 838: Zhao’er’s Plan

Zhang Zifeng’s call was naturally about inquiring the whereabouts of Xian Qianling. As you were scratching your head and stammering that she was at your house, Zhang Zifeng immediately jumped up on the other end of the line and blurted out, "You guys are living together!?"

"No, no..."

"Aiyo, everyone here is young and full of vigor, that’s normal. But, let me warn you, don’t you dare bully our captain in the future, otherwise... Humph! The criminal police of Yu City and Eastern Sea City are not vegetarians!!"

Not giving you a chance to explain, Zhang Zifeng had already hung up the phone.

"Damn, why did you hang up so fast? At least give me a chance to explain."

"What is there to explain, Mother Qian-Qian was busy all night long for your sake last night, changing clothes, wiping your body. You’re a teacher, don’t you know Nan-Nan doesn’t receive lessons from strangers?"

Little Luli walked in from outside, holding a steaming hot bun. As she walked, she gently bit into the edge of the bun with her small cherry-red lips, savoring it deliciously.

"Little Luli, don’t walk while eating, it’s the most basic etiquette for a lady," you found yourself reflexively saying this.

Hey, that’s not right!

You quickly said, "Wait! What did you just call her?"

"Mother Qian-Qian."

"Snap!"

You slapped your forehead hard.

What a mess!

Now, there was no way to clear this up.

But on second thought, why explain, and to whom?

What about the other two girlfriends you also had no recollection of?

They must have their own lives by now and have swept you into some corner of their memory, right?

...

Like usual, Zhao’er got up early today.

The day had barely brightened when she opened her eyes on her own, finished her morning routine, and then stood on the balcony, watching the sunrise slowly rise on the horizon.

Unlike ordinary young girls, Zhao’er didn’t need to apply skincare products or makeup, her flawless face itself was a meticulously crafted piece of art, which you had sculpted by hand.

As the horizon was painted in a unique shade of gold, Zhao’er took a deep breath. This breath, filled with the essence of heaven and earth, was the fundamental force of all things, the Original True Qi.

With just this breath of Original True Qi, Zhao’er could go without food for seven days and nights, though of course, she wouldn’t do that.

She wasn’t a thousand-year-old female corpse anymore; she was a person, a real human being.

"Today’s condition looks much better than yesterday," came a familiar voice from behind.

Her entire body basking in the golden morning sun, she turned sideways to see Wu Qiyi slowly approaching and smiled faintly.

"Here, have something to fill your stomach first."

Saying this, Wu Qiyi handed a cup of milk to Zhao’er.

"Thank you."

She nodded slightly and stood beside Wu Qiyi on the balcony, sipping the milk in small sips.

After a certain degree of silence, Wu Qiyi slowly opened his mouth, "Did you feel something last night?"

"Hmm." Zhao’er nodded slightly.

"I really didn’t expect his residual soul not to return to its original body."

They fell silent again for a moment, then Wu Qiyi suddenly gulped down the remaining milk in his cup so fast that some dribbled down his sexy mouth corners, sliding down his long jade neck and gathering in the deep cleavage between his high peaks.

"What are you planning next?"

After thinking for a bit, Zhao’er lightly parted her lips: "Originally, I just wanted to quietly wait for him to come back, but it seems the situation is developing in an unpredictable direction."

"Yes, we have to do something; just waiting isn’t an option."

"It’s just that for now, we can only roughly feel his direction, not knowing his exact location, nor the condition of his body. It will take some time to find him."

Wu Qiyi thought for a moment and said, "When you see him, if his appearance has changed..."

"Yun is Yun, no matter what," Zhao’er said simply.

Wu Qiyi smiled faintly, nodding to speak, when suddenly a cry came from downstairs.

"It’s Xiaxia’s voice!"

With those words from Zhao’er, her figure disappeared instantly from Wu Qiyi’s view and reappeared downstairs in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaxia, what’s wrong?"

Lin Panxia, wearing a cute bear pajama set that one only wore at home, stood there. Though the pajamas were somewhat loose, the full and high-rising double peaks still stretched the pajamas into two tantalizing curves.

She pointed at the bed with a shocked expression: "Brother Mu Yun, Brother Mu Yun’s body is disappearing!"

"What!?"

Wu Qiyi also rushed over, shockingly discovering that, for several days, the original body that had been lying on the bed was gradually vanishing at a visible rate!

The body was disappearing fast!

"What should we do, what should we do!?"

Seeing Lin Panxia teary-eyed and panicking, Zhao’er hugged her into her arms, comforting her by patting her shoulders, "Don’t worry, don’t worry, this disappearance of the physical body must be related to Yun’s rebirth."

"Rebirth? Then... where is Brother Mu Yun now?"

"He..."

Zhao’er exchanged a glance with Wu Qiyi, both of their gazes shifting toward the direction of Eastern Sea City...

"Ah-Choo! Ah-Choo!"

In the middle of a class, you sneezed several times.

"Teacher, if you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t come to class," Pang Yuxuan said to you cheerily.

"Yes, yes, you’re getting on in years, and pushing yourself too hard isn’t good," another female student chimed in.

"It wasn’t because the beautiful teacher drained you dry last night, was it?"

Li Yichen, sitting with his legs crossed, added his bit, causing the whole class to burst out laughing.

These high school students were seasoned and very articulate, and you knew better than to retort, or else you wouldn’t be teaching this class anymore—besides, the dean who had been secretly watching from outside might just fire you.

Ah, contract workers have no rights.

In this third-rate high school, many teachers knew one work principle, "Do more work, speak less; the more you speak, the more mistakes you make, and one small slip could mean packing up and leaving."

That is why some actually quite skilled teachers ultimately chose to endure.

There were two types of teachers who could end up here: the first type was old staff, possessing rich teaching experience, started from this school, or those sent here as a punishment for offending leaders; the second type, just like you, contract workers.

Compared to the tenured old staff, you, merely bound by a contract, held little sway, which made you particularly cautious and careful in your actions.

With these cunning students, you were considering whether you should change your way of living, truly accept Xu Hai’s offer and run that darn Flash Detective Agency with him.

"Ring"

The bell signaling the end of class rang just then, and before you could speak, the students swarmed out.

In a blink, the entire classroom was empty, as if it had been a cage to them, and even if the break was only ten minutes, to them, it was freedom!

You gathered your textbooks and turned to leave the classroom when the dean, who had been standing at the door, waved at you.

Hmm?

You raised an eyebrow, muttering internally, "What does this old man want from me now?"