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Qiao Li regained consciousness from his confusion.

He sat up in a hurry, pulled off the clothes that had been rolled up at some point, and covered his thighs.

"Teacher, you are back."

He got up from the sofa and looked at her with a flushed face.

Chuzheng gave him the bag: "Go and put on your clothes."

"oh."

Qiao Ling entered the room with clothes.

A minute later, Qiao Lian came out unchanged.

Chuzheng looked at him: "Why don't you change?"

The young man stood at the door, hesitated, and whispered: "Teacher... I don't like short sleeves."

Chuzheng: "..."

If you don’t wear short sleeves on a hot day, what should you wear?

Chuzheng recalled that from the first time she met Qiao Lian, he had always worn long sleeves, whether it was clothes or pants.

"You'll have to leave first," Chu Zheng said.

Qiao Ling shook his head, not wanting to change.

"Then just dress like this." Chuzheng said impatiently.

Qiao Ling looked at his clothes.

The fabric is very close-fitting and has a scent, so you can't tell that it is worn by a girl.

"Teacher, why did you give me a different mobile phone?" Qiao Ling took his own mobile phone and walked to Chu Zheng.

"..."

This question is a long story!

Then I do not talk about it.

There was nothing unusual on Chu Zheng's face, and she said casually: "Change it if you want, don't you like it?"

"Did the teacher wash mine out?" The young man looked at him with a certain certainty in his eyes.

Chuzheng: "..."

A panicked group.

Who told you to put your phone in your pants and not take it out? !

"I'm going to prepare lessons."

Chuzheng stood up and walked into the room.

Qiao Ling grabbed her wrist.

Qiao Li's fingers felt a little cold, and when they touched Chu Zheng's skin, they also felt a chill.

"Teacher." The young man tightened his fingertips: "Thank you."

Chuzheng took out her hand and patted his head: "Yes, be good."

Chuzheng quickly got into the room and exhaled.

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As a teacher, Chuzheng is very dedicated.

I forgot how much time I had to prepare for the lesson—I didn’t want to go out and face the good guy card.

I was afraid that he would ask me again about my phone being washed.

The boss wants to save face.

Chuzheng put down her pen, walked to the door, and listened to what was going on outside.

She opened the door carefully and took a look outside. There was no one in the living room.

Chuzheng: "..."

When Chu Zheng went out, the clothes on the balcony disappeared, and his shirt was put on the sofa.

He actually ran away.

Damn it!

Chuzheng kicked the sofa and entered the room aggressively.

As soon as she sat down, her phone rang.

Caller——Qiao Lian.

"what."

"Teacher, I can't find the way..." Qiao Li's voice was accompanied by the slight sound of wind.

Chuzheng was quite angry at first, but Qiao Lian's voice, which was a bit soft and aggrieved, made her angry.

Chuzheng hung up the phone and scratched the sofa.

Pamper your own good people.

Can't be angry.

calm.

Chuzheng finally found Qiao Lian on a side road.

He was holding a bag and standing on the street, looking around blankly, like a lost child.

Chuzheng came from behind and took his hand.

The young man was slightly startled and turned to meet Chu Zheng's gaze: "Old... teacher."

He subconsciously wanted to take his hand out, but he stopped the next second without any struggle and allowed the girl in front of him to hold him.

"You don't know the road, what are you doing here?" Chuzheng said angrily.

The young man lowered his head and explained in a low voice: "Teacher, please take me in. I want to make dinner for the teacher..."

"You can order takeout."

"……no the same."

"have what……"

Chuzheng swallowed back the 'difference' amidst the roar of the King's Horn.

"Go back."

Qiao Ling nodded and let Chu Zheng lead him forward.

His eyes fell on the hands held by the two of them, and he didn't know what he was thinking. When he returned to the dormitory, Qiao Yan was still a little panicked.

"Qiao Ling, what are you doing? Don't you want to cook?"

"Ah?" Qiao Ling came to his senses and found himself standing in the entrance hall. He took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen: "I will prepare it soon. Teacher, please wait for me a moment."

The kitchen in the dormitory was used by the original owner before, but after Chuzheng came, it was never used again.

Suhe?

She just knows how to eat and drink and how to work.

Qiao Li tidied up the kitchen skillfully before starting to make dinner.

"Teacher, let's eat."

Chuzheng came over from the sofa and took a look at the dishes on the table.

They are all common dishes and smell quite fragrant.

"Do you often cook?"

"...Hmm." Qiao Li served a bowl of porridge to Chu Zheng: "There is no one at home, so I can only cook it myself."

"No servants?" The Qiao family is not short of money either.

Qiao Ling shook his head.

Chuzheng said suddenly: "Is your father bullying you?"

Qiao Li paused, looked up at Chu Zheng, and slowly shook his head.

Chuzheng looked at him suspiciously, and Qiao Li lowered his eyes: "Teacher, it doesn't taste good when it's cold."

Qiao Lian's cooking is really good, and it tastes better than most takeaways.

After eating, Qiao Li packed his things.

Chuzheng had eaten and drank enough and was half leaning on the sofa. There was a fan blowing next to her, which was very comfortable.

Qiao Li walked slowly to the sofa: "Teacher, class starts tomorrow."

"Um."

Chuzheng responded absently.

Don't want to go to class.

"I……"

The scene on the TV switched to a fight, and the sound increased, suppressing Qiao Lian's voice.

He stood there for a moment, then turned and entered the room.

Qiao Ling sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window.

This ride lasted more than two hours.

Chuzheng opened the door and came in: "Qiao Li."

Qiao Ling stood up: "Teacher."

Chuzheng went over, took his hand, and put a key in his hand: "Don't lose the key to the dormitory."

"teacher?"

"If you don't want to go back, stay here with me." Chuzheng took the opportunity to touch his head and rubbed it comfortably for a while, and finally said reluctantly: "Go to bed early."

Qiao Li held the key and stood in the room blankly.

Qiao Ling really planned to leave.

He doesn't want to go back.

Father Qiao wouldn't let him go so easily when he went back.

When he is in school, Qiao's father will still care about his face and will not cause too much trouble.

But he didn't want to stay here.

He wanted to live with Lu Zhou first. Lu Zhou had a house outside and Father Qiao would not be able to find him for a while.

But he didn't expect that Chuzheng would give him the key...

After all, they are just a teacher-student relationship.

why?

Qiao Ling suffered from insomnia all night. When he got up, he found two sets of clothes lying outside, a long-sleeved shirt and pants.

Breakfast is still prepared on the table.

It was completely different from when he was at Qiao's house.

When he gets up, he always faces a cold house. No one will prepare clothes for him, and no one will prepare breakfast for him.

Qiao Ling sat in front of the dining table in a daze.

After a long while, he turned on his phone, edited the text message and sent it out.

[Qiao Ling: I think my teacher likes me. 】

When Lu Zhou saw this text message, school was already over at noon.

He was almost frightened to death by this text message.

[Lu Zhou: Which teacher are you? ! 】

[Qiao Ling: Have you seen that one? 】

[Lu Zhou:? ? ? 】