031 “Teacher, Come Again” Chapter 30

030. Since you don’t know how, then study hard

The thought of herself wearing men’s underwear made her feel awkward.

Moreover, she often wears thin and small lace underwear, but now she is wearing cotton underwear, which feels very uncomfortable.

In addition, her lower body was particularly prone to flooding with spring juices, so the cotton underwear was not easy to dry and remained wet and sticky against her skin.

All in all, it was a restless afternoon.

After school finally ended in the afternoon, she was putting on her shoulder bag and preparing to leave the classroom, but she was suddenly stopped by someone, saying that Teacher Su asked her to come to the office.

She hesitated, what was he doing with her?

Could it be at noon?

“Yaya, what’s wrong with you?” Shui Qinglan waved her hand in front of her.

Han Qianya slowly came back to her senses and smiled: “It’s nothing. The teacher just asked me to go to the office. If not, you can go back first.”

Since I am going to the office…

At this time, there were many teachers in the office. In this case, he and she were not alone in the same room, so she should be relatively safe.

As the sun sets, the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, and tired birds return to their nests, chirping among the branches and leaves.Female students in their prime came out of the school in groups, laughing and joking.

“Report!” Han Qianya knocked on the door and stepped into the office after hearing a teacher say “Please come in.”

“Who are you looking for?” the female teacher sitting near the door asked her pleasantly.

“I’m looking for Teacher Su.”

The female teacher pointed deep into the office and said, “Teacher Su works at the desk in the back.”

“Thank you, teacher.” She lifted her legs and walked into the office.

She had just seen Su Moqi, who was immersed in work, and he suddenly looked up at her as if he had a clear understanding.

He still wore his gold-rimmed eyes, looking calm, self-possessed, and distant.

“Teacher, what do you want from me?” She asked, her voice soft and waxy, which made his heart melt.

He took out the top one from the pile of exercise books and spread it out.

Han Qianya looked at his sharp-jointed hands, gently caressing the cover, turning the pages, and listening to the rustling sound, her heart was beating fast.

“Why didn’t you do your homework last night?” He asked her calmly, his voice calm.

She pulled the shoulder strap of her shoulder bag with both hands and stuttered: “I…I last night…”

She really didn’t know how to do it last night, so she left it blank. She planned to copy the homework from this top student this morning, but accidentally forgot it.

“I’m sorry, teacher, I can’t do it.” She lowered her head in shame, her face flushed.

“Since you don’t know how, then study hard.” He said, seeming a little helpless.

Han Qianya pursed her lips and said “hmm” in a low voice, still not daring to look up at him.

After all, I feel very guilty.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught him moving the swivel chair back. He stood up from the chair, moved a smaller chair with a backrest to the other side, and placed it next to her.

He simply cleared away the things on the table, making a small space, and then placed the open math exercise book in front of her.

“Sit down.”

She glanced at him secretly. He was sitting upright on a swivel chair with his back straight and a red pen in his hand, carefully correcting his homework.

What does he mean?

He’s here grading homework and she’s doing it next to him?

She wailed twice in frustration in her heart, but on the surface, she sat down very obediently, took out a black pen and a draft book from her bag, and worked out the questions listlessly.