The Female Teacher Who Fights Back - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Living with a Handsome Guy 1

Translator: Iris
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Straight black hair reaching the waist, an exquisitely crafted white uniform, a blue armband tied around the left arm, and a long, thin bag slung across the back. Although it was well-disguised by a cloth cover, one could faintly see the silhouette of a long blade hidden within…

The other person seemed to sense Wu Lang’s gaze and suddenly turned their head. As their eyes met, time seemed to stand still for a moment, only to return to normal in the next heartbeat… The taxi continued forward, making the scene feel like nothing more than Wu Lang’s imagination…

“Miss, excuse me, Miss!”

The driver’s shout from the front seat brought Wu Lang’s drifting thoughts back. She replied blankly, “Ah, what did you say?”

“Miss, where are you headed?”

“Please drive to No. 148, Alley F, Liuyun Street.”

“Liuyun Street… No. 148…” The driver repeated the address with a stutter. Looking through the rearview mirror, his gaze toward Wu Lang turned a bit more apprehensive.

“If it’s inconvenient, you can just drive to the streets near the outskirts of Liuyun Street.” Wu Lang scratched her messy “bird’s nest” hair. It seemed she hadn’t interacted with people outside of Liuyun Street for a long time and had forgotten the place’s reputation; no wonder the driver had such a troubled expression.

By the time Wu Lang returned to her apartment, the hour hand on her watch was already pointing to 1:00 AM.

Before she could even press the doorbell, the security door swung open with a clap. Immediately, a handsome man exuding an air of maturity walked out.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a pair of charming, narrow phoenix eyes partially obscured by his long bangs. His beautiful, thin lips gave off the impression of being enchanting and passionate. A loose set of pajamas hung halfway off his shoulders, revealing a broad expanse of lean, solid chest, emanating a trace of a wild and flirtatious aura.

However, he spoke in a gentle tone that contradicted his outward appearance: “Lang-lang, why are you so late today?” It wasn’t hard to hear the subtle worry and helpless reproach in his voice.

“Chengfei, good evening!” Wu Lang nodded to him, her answer completely missing the point of his question.

“Have you eaten?” The man addressed as “Chengfei” seemed long accustomed to her eccentric behavior and smoothly changed the subject.

“I made do with a meal at a roadside stall.”

“There’s quite a bit of pasta left over from what I made tonight. Do you want some?”

“Yes.”

“Then, before I finish heating it, you need to go and take a bath for my sake!” The man called “Chengfei” looked her up and down—messy and dirty from head to toe—and spoke with a righteous firmness.

Upon hearing this, Wu Lang’s rarely expressive face immediately collapsed. She put on a coquettish look and negotiated in a soft voice, “Chengfei, I’m tired. Can I wait until tomorrow to wash?”

If she could, she would stay this dirty for a lifetime. Heaven knew how troublesome it was to take a bath, what a waste of the country’s water resources it was, and how much she hated it!

“No!” Before the sound of her voice could fade, the man hauled the resisting Wu Lang into the house and tossed her, clothes and all, into the bathtub he had already filled with water.

“Honestly, how can a girl become unkempt this quickly? I go through the trouble of tidying up your appearance every day, yet every time you step out the door, you revert to your original state in less than half an hour, looking like you just crawled out of a mud pile…” The man complained as he grabbed the nearby body wash and shampoo, applying them liberally all over Wu Lang.