The Female Teacher Who Fights Back - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Days Living with a Handsome Guy 2

Translator: Iris
Proofreader: Q

“Gentler! It’s getting into my eyes!”

“Stop moving!”

“Hey, I’m an adult, I can wash myself.”

“Adults don’t engage in the childish behavior of only turning on the water without actually getting wet.” With an annoyed huff, the man didn’t turn to leave until Wu Lang was completely covered in soap suds. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to repeat the instructions he had given a thousand times already: “The pajamas are on the rack to your right. Throw all your dirty clothes into the washing machine. I’ll come back to clean up the rest later.”

“Got it!” Wu Lang drawled lazily. It was an hour later by the time the bathroom door slowly opened again. Surprisingly, the cleaned-up version of her was a completely different person!

Her long black hair, still holding droplets of water, draped neatly down her back. She had a full forehead, large watery eyes, a petite and straight nose, and cherry lips that shimmered with a moist luster. Her figure was curvaceous and graceful… If she were a dinosaur from the Jurassic period before, she could now be promoted to the ranks of a fairy—no, a goddess!

Dizzy from the hot bath, Wu Lang plopped down at the dining table, picked up a fork that was waiting for her, and began to eat ravenously. She had to admit, her roommate’s cooking skills were truly top-notch.

In truth, this “living together” was not that kind of living together; they simply split the rent. The other person had moved in three years ago. His name was Zhu Chengfei, and he currently worked as a resident singer at the Dynasty Bar in the center of Liuyun Street. He was a master of housework and particularly skilled at cooking, which was the primary reason this “loser girl” held him in high regard.

“Eat slower, don’t choke.” Zhu Chengfei pushed a glass of warm water toward Wu Lang and ruffled her damp hair.

Having eaten her fill, Wu Lang let out a burp and looked up at the enchanting man sitting across from her, sipping black coffee. With a handsome face that would make any woman jealous and an innate, unstoppable charm, he had quickly established a firm foothold in the turbulent Liuyun Street. What Wu Lang didn’t quite understand was why Zhu Chengfei, with his substantial income, was willing to reside in the “slums”.

“Langlang, I officially signed a three-year artist contract with Shengshi Entertainment today,” Zhu Chengfei suddenly blurted out after a long silence.

“Congratulations on getting one step closer to your goal.”

However, there was no joy on Zhu Chengfei’s face. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. After a long pause, he spoke softly: “I have to fly abroad tomorrow for a closed training session organized by the company. I might not be able to see you for a very long time.”

“Oh.” Wu Lang nodded, signifying that she understood.

Restraining the urge to go insane, Zhu Chengfei stood up and moved closer to her, complaining face-to-face: “If possible, I’d rather hear a request from you—even a single word of ‘stay’ would do.”

“Why stay? Isn’t it your dream to let your voice be heard around the entire world?” Wu Lang didn’t see anything wrong with the distance between them and simply calmly stated her confusion.

Hearing this, Zhu Chengfei felt like a balloon that had deflated. He complained with a tone of resentment, “Langlang, I seriously suspect your heart is made of stone. How else could you be so cold-hearted?”

“My heart is no different from an ordinary person’s; it’s just that I don’t have human feelings—”