Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 126

Xu Shou expressed sympathy for him. Lin Xi was such a good child. It was not good to like the heartless cat.

Su Miaomiao had already put that matter behind her, and skillfully jumped onto the back seat of Xie Jingyuan’s bicycle.

Xie Jingyuan rode the bicycle silently.

Xu Shou fell a little behind and spoke to Su Miaomiao, “Aren’t you planning to fall in love with anyone?”

Su Miaomiao: “Well, in love, you can only be with that person. I don’t want it. I like the four of us together.”

Although sometimes she thought that Gu Jialing was too noisy and Xu Shou was too aggressive, when the Taoist master was busy, Gu Jialing and Xu Shou could accompany her to relieve boredom.

Xu Shou: “You don’t understand human feelings at all. Since you don’t understand, if a boy pursues you in the future, you just refuse him directly. You don’t need to ask anything, unless you really meet a man who makes you willing to abandon us.”

Su Miaomiao snorted, “There won’t be such a man.”

Xu Shou was old-fashioned, “Don’t say it too early, many men and women who have said such words have finally slapped themselves in the face.”

Xie Jingyuan glanced at Xu Shou quietly.

Xu Shou’s ears got slightly warm. He hoped that the Taoist master didn’t get him wrong. He had stopped wasting time reading novels long ago, but he had lived for more than two hundred years in his previous life, and had witnessed countless love-hate entanglements between men and women with his own eyes.

“During college, you should take care of your studies first. After graduation, you will have plenty of time to think about these things,” Xie Jingyuan summed up the discussion between the two in his usual tone.

Xu Shou: “The Taoist master is right.”

Su Miaomiao: “Got it.”

The place where Xu Shou was going to class was different from that of Xie Jingyuan, and they left at a turn in the road.

There were not so many students who had classes in the evening, and the road leading to the teaching building was relatively quiet.

Xie Jingyuan looked back and said to Su Miaomiao, “You don’t have to think about getting married so early. Even if uncle and aunt really urge you after graduation, as long as you don’t meet a man who can make you leave us, you don’t have to force yourself. If you are not happy after marriage, uncle and aunt will only feel distressed.”

Su Miaomiao didn’t want to think about those complicated things any more, so she gave him a perfunctory “Oh”.

When they arrived at the teaching building, Xie Jingyuan took Su Miaomiao to the last row.

Xie Jingyuan who was the super student in the class, recognized as the prodigy was usually alone. There were at most two boys who would come to him. When the boy came over, almost all the classmates paid attention to him.

Xie Jingyuan was doing his own thing like no one else was around.

Su Miaomiao also took out her textbook and honestly wrote her homework for that day.

In the third year of senior high school, they were used to self-studying in the evening, and they didn’t need to adapt to continue self-studying.

There were fewer courses than in high school, and Su Miaomiao completed her homework in one class.

The professor knew that Su Miaomiao was not a classmate of his class, seeing that she was quiet, unlike some couples who would chat with their lovers in class, she did not interfere.

In the second class, Su Miaomiao packed her bag and slept on the desk next to Xie Jingyuan.

She first leaned toward the window, fell asleep, changed her position, and turned her face toward Xie Jingyuan.

Xie Jingyuan glanced over.

The lights in the classroom were bright, reflecting her white skin, only her cheeks were flushed from sleep, and her slightly parted lips were also a bright peach color.

Suddenly, a strand of hair broke from her hair tie and fell down, landing on her eyelashes.

She frowned. It must have been itchy.

Xie Jingyuan stretched out his hand, and carefully pinned the strand of hair behind her ear.

“Xie Jingyuan, you answer,” the old professor in his fifties supported the frame of the glasses with a serious face.

Xie Jingyuan had always been the darling in the eyes of teachers of various subjects all his life, and no teacher had ever called him in such a tone.

At that moment, Xie Jingyuan looked at the old professor on the podium. The master who led him into the Qingxu Temple appeared in his mind.

His master was a very strict person.

The boys in the front row covered their mouths with textbooks, and whispered to remind Xie Jingyuan what the problem was.

Xie Jingyuan really didn’t hear it, but when he knew the question, he could answer it fluently.

The professor gave him a face, glanced at Su Miaomiao who was still sleeping soundly, and didn’t say much.

Class ended soon, and when the bell rang, Su Miaomiao sat upright rubbing her eyes.

She was about to wipe her face with a wet towel when someone handed it to her.

Su Miaomiao looked at Xie Jingyuan and smiled.

Before he could say anything, the professor called him over.

“You wait here,” Xie Jingyuan quickly said to Su Miaomiao, and then walked toward the podium.

The professor waited for the other students to leave before staring at Xie Jingyuan, “I don’t care how you fall in love after class. There are classroom disciplines in class. You have to pay attention to the impact.”

Xie Jingyuan lowered his eyes and said, “Yes, I will pay attention in the future.”

The professor looked at the delicate girl who was still wiping her face with a wet towel on the seat, and asked, “Which major is she from?”

Xie Jingyuan: “Administrative management.”

Professor: “Next time she comes to listen, you tell her to listen carefully, or don’t come.”

When students listened carefully, it was the most basic respect for the teacher, while sleeping was blatant contempt.

Xie Jingyuan looked at Su Miaomiao, and explained, “I’m sorry, but she didn’t do it on purpose. She practiced tennis during the day, and she just got tired after finishing her homework.”

The professor pushed his glasses, “Play tennis?”

Xie Jingyuan took out his phone, looked through the pictures album, and handed the phone to the professor, “You can swipe, these photos are all about her.”

The professor was really good. So, he saw the picture of Su Miaomiao accepting the award on the podium of the US Open, saw the screenshot of the report of the domestic sports official media, and watched a video of the final between Su Miaomiao and the foreign veteran.