526: Chapter 515 526: Chapter 515 “I can’t stir up trouble outside anymore.
I’m an innocent young man; I can’t do such filthy things.
This teacher-student romance…
holy shit…
teacher-student romance is the most thrilling.”
Song Yun veered off the path of self-reproach and got sidetracked onto the topic of teacher-student romance.
This time, Song Yun smartened up and knocked on the door first.
When Wang Xuewei heard the knocking, she wanted to strangle Song Yun.
You didn’t knock when you came in earlier, did you?
Now that you’ve seen my body, you’ve learned your lesson?
“Come in,” Wang Xuewei said impatiently.
Song Yun carefully pushed open the door and peeked inside, only to find Wang Xuewei glaring at him with fury.
He picked up the water cup from the floor and sheepishly smiled, “Teacher, I heard you were looking for me?”
“Song Yun, come here,” Wang Xuewei said with an icy stare.
Without warning, Song Yun felt a chill run through his body as a murderous intent seemed to drift from the other side.
That morning, facing a legion of enemies, Song Yun hardened, standing still and declaring, “Teacher, whatever you have to say is fine.
I don’t think there’s a problem with my hearing.”
“I said come here,” Wang Xuewei repeated, “I don’t want to repeat myself a third time.”
Song Yun took small steps towards her and said, “Teacher…
damn it.”
Once Wang Xuewei saw Song Yun within striking range, she leapt from the stool, her nails clawing towards his face.
Song Yun, although a master in martial arts, couldn’t just casually use it against a woman, so he could only evade passively.
After some back and forth, his face ended up with several scratches, looking quite pitiful.
“What did you see just now?” Wang Xuewei asked, clenching her fists.
Drawing in a cold breath, Song Yun thought, This girl’s nails are really sharp; she’s dug up my face.
How am I going to explain this to the beauties back at the villa?
“I didn’t see anything just now.
As you know, my eyesight has never been great.
I have to squint to see things,” he said, trying to appear convincing by squinting at Wang Xuewei.
“If you did see something, I wouldn’t mind scooping out your eyeballs,” she said, playing with a pen in her hand.
Song Yun waved his hand and chuckled sheepishly, “How could that be?
I really do have poor vision.”
“Well then, that’s good.
Was the teacher’s skin white or not?” Wang Xuewei asked, feigning nonchalance.
“White, it was the whitest skin I’ve seen,” Song Yun blurted out without thinking, ashamed that such a young woman could extract such a response from him.
It wasn’t just the embarrassment of being tricked into revealing the truth that bothered him, Wang Xuewei’s gaze was getting icier by the second.
“Cough, teacher, you shouldn’t think like that.
This mistake wasn’t entirely my fault.
I hurried over to the third floor without even having lunch, to explain why I hadn’t been at school these past few days, and who would’ve thought upon opening the door I’d stumble upon…
such a scene,” he belched, wishing he could bury himself in a hole.
Getting caught in your own lie—how humiliating.
Wang Xuewei fanned her nose delicately with her lovely hands and frowned, “I don’t care whether you saw anything or not, but you must tell yourself you didn’t see anything, got it?
I don’t want a third person to know about this.”
“Got it, burp,” Song Yun thought he might as well put a Desert Eagle in his mouth and pull the trigger; life wasn’t worth living anymore.
“I have a nickname outside, ‘The Honest Young Man,’ so you can rest assured, my lips are sealed, not even a shovel could pry them open,” Song Yun said, thumping his chest.
“Good.
If I find out someone else knows about this, I’ll stitch your mouth shut myself,” Wang Xuewei said, narrowing her eyes.
“Let’s set this matter aside for now, and talk about why you haven’t been at school lately.
You know that our school is about to have a sports event, right?
As a student in the class, you should be more enthusiastic about participating in group activities.”
“Teacher, my family really had some issues, and that’s why I was delayed.
I apologize to you here and now,” Song Yun said sincerely, in an attempt to regain some face in front of this beauty.
“Couldn’t you have informed your teacher if there was a family issue?
Are phone calls that expensive now?
And how come your classmates, Li Yueyue and Liu Ran, who are often with you, also don’t know your whereabouts these past few days?”
“That’s a family matter.
Ah, it’s a long story without a mother, you see.
Ever since I was a child, my parents left me, and I don’t know where they went.
I was raised by an old man who was very kind to me and taught me many survival skills, and I endearingly call him ‘Old Man.'”
To create a sorrowful atmosphere, Song Yun even forced a few tears to trickle down.
Wang Xuewei’s expression softened slightly upon hearing this; after all, no matter how much of a scoundrel Song Yun was, he had lost his parents at a young age, and it wouldn’t be right to jab at his wounds now.
“He painstakingly taught me everything he knew, using every trick in the book to rescue my miserable childhood.
But as I grew up, he aged, and recently his asthma acted up again.
To show gratitude for his raising me, I abandoned my time here to take care of him.” Song Yun thought to himself that, for the sake of his friend not flunking the final exams, the Old Man would have to take the blame temporarily.
“How is he now?” Wang Xuewei asked cautiously, not wanting to inadvertently touch upon the tenderest part of Song Yun’s heart.
“I’ve diligently sought treatment for him everywhere, carrying him on my back.
Then, in a village, we chanced upon a Divine Doctor who said we were fated to meet.
He prescribed some medicine, and after the Old Man drank it, he surprisingly got better.
When I went to the village to thank the doctor personally, I couldn’t find him anywhere—such a pity,” Song Yun said, sighing and pretending to be wistful.
“Oh, as long as the old man is well, that’s good.
But you have to call me if you have something going on in the future.
If you’re too busy to call, at least have Li Yueyue or Liu Ran bring you an excuse note,” Wang Xuewei’s impression of Song Yun had improved significantly.
From a shallow playboy, he had seemingly transformed into a filial son, willing to forsake his studies to care for an old man.
Of course, had she known that Song Yun’s story was pure bullshit, who knows what she might have done—perhaps chase him down with a cleaver or something.
But that’s an issue for another time.