Chapter 10, he no longer skipped classes

Although I feel a sense of regret in my heart, I must maintain a humble demeanor on my face, repeatedly nodding in acknowledgment and assuring, "I will definitely pay attention! I will definitely pay attention!"

I do not know what kind of mentality this is, but in recent days, I have been particularly sensitive to the topic regarding that certain person. Whenever someone talks about Ning Xuan, I always put on a facade of indifference while attentively listening.

Although Ning Xuan comes to class every day, it makes me feel that he does not skip class for... me; however, in the past few days, he has stopped bothering me. This has left me feeling somewhat inexplicably lost

I feel very wronged and speechless. The school has assigned such a difficult class to a novice like me. Do they really expect me to transform into an invincible goddess to subdue those unruly and spoiled young men

People can sometimes be so shameful. When they are being bothered, they feel extremely annoyed and wish that the person would just disappear; yet once they are no longer bothered, they feel a sense of loss as if something important is missing

I have some shameful thoughts quietly stirring within me. I faintly feel that I might be able to make Ning Xuan listen to me. However, there is no free lunch in this world, only the tragedy of fools. If I want Ning Xuan to listen to me, there must be an equivalent exchange. And I know that I cannot afford this exchange, nor can I give it.

It is said that Ning Xuan is the leader of the class. No matter how mischievous or unruly the boys may be, they all listen to him. Some teachers have told me that as long as you can get Ning Xuan to listen to you, it is equivalent to having subdued the entire Class 5 of the third year of high school

Ning Xuan blocked the exit of the pavilion and explained to me, "I didn't skip class on purpose yesterday; I went to meet Ryan instead." He paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his smile carrying a hint of seduction as he added, "From now on, I won't skip class, so don't avoid me!"

I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. It seems that there is an inexplicable pressure coming from all directions. The sound of the class dismissal bell rings in my ears. I do not want anyone to see the standoff between Ning Xuan and me in the small pavilion, so I hurriedly push away this imposing figure and run off quickly.

In the afternoon, while sitting in the office lost in thought, Zhuo Hao called me. The moment I answered the phone, I felt as if his voice belonged to a stranger. It turned out that we had already begun to feel estranged. Zhuo Hao said he wanted to have dinner together in the evening. Initially, I did not want to agree. However, two fleeting shadows suddenly crossed my mind, and a sense of restlessness arose within me, accompanied by an indescribable feeling, prompting me to nod in agreement.

Upon seeing me, Ning Xuan frowned slightly. I lowered my head and walked directly into the classroom, bypassing them. During the class, I spoke in a disorganized manner, my thoughts jumbled and incoherent. Ironically, the discipline had been particularly good lately, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet. In this silence, my irritation and restlessness became increasingly pronounced, leaving me with no place to hide.

I feel an inexplicable heat surging within me, directly rushing to my forehead. Whenever I become anxious, my superficial strengths are once again vividly highlighted. I raise my proud head and sternly say to Ning Xuan, "Ning Xuan, I am your teacher, so you need to be serious! You must understand the importance of respecting your teacher!"

Ning Xuan smiled with a crooked mouth, then raised his eyebrows and stared directly at me. It was only when I felt my hair stand on end that he slowly spoke: "You are avoiding me!" It was not a question, absolutely not a question; it was a definite statement!

I rub my temples and nod slightly

The group leader subtly said to me: "Su Ya, there have been reports that the discipline in Class 5 of the senior year during math lessons is not very good, which has somewhat affected the learning of the students in the neighboring class"

Ning Xuan has not come to bother me again. He has been getting quite close to a beautiful girl from the neighboring class. When I first saw that girl, I thought she looked familiar. Later, I remembered that during the Golden Throat singing competition, Ning Xuan went to the restroom to bring her some tissues.

I frowned. How could it have come to this? It was quite a twist of fate. I absentmindedly uttered an "oh," and without waiting for him to lean over and ask, I directly pushed open the car door and got out.

The next day, Ning Xuan came to class. When he was not present, I stared at that desk with gritted teeth; but when he appeared, I became so inept that I didn't even dare to glance at him. After one class, I felt like a person with strabismus, my gaze would come to a sudden halt every time it swept across half of the classroom. And I could always feel two pairs of eyes, like X-ray beams, burning and sticking to me, almost able to see through my breakfast in my stomach.

This vivid memory leaves me with an indescribable discomfort. I want to shout: All men are the same! Regardless of age, they all possess an insatiable nature for flirtation and infidelity

Emerging from the team leader's office, I felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. As I exited the teaching building, I hurried towards the small pavilion on the north side of the campus, hoping to catch my breath there. Upon reaching the pavilion, I slumped down and began to sigh deeply. My mind was consumed with thoughts of how to transform that group of wild, free-range youths into docile domesticated ones.

Lost in sorrowful thoughts, I was suddenly interrupted by someone saying, "Why are you always daydreaming and feeling down?"

I made an effort to adopt a serious demeanor, reminiscent of a teacher, and asked: "It is currently class time, why are you not attending class? Why are you bedridden with a persistent high fever?"

Start over. I want to as well. But it is too late. Many things have already changed. That feeling, the feeling I had for him, the feeling I had for another person, all of it is quietly changing.

Both the teachers and students at the school say that Ning Xuan comes from a prominent family. He has a strong penchant for skipping classes. However, no teacher deliberately intervenes. This is partly because of his powerful background, which makes them hesitant to take action, and partly because he is very intelligent; even if he does not attend classes, he still excels in exams.

After avoiding people as if they were ghosts for a few days, I was summoned by the head of the teaching group

Ning Xuan chuckled, looking at me for a long time, and said: "I heard you are only twenty-one, three years younger than me. What does the ancient saying go? A woman three years older, embraces a golden brick?" The last six words, no matter how you listen to them, seem to linger with an ambiguous tone.

In recent days, the class discipline during my lessons has been particularly good. I feel very gratified. The group leader specifically called me over to commend me once, praising me for being young and capable, teaching effectively, and having a bright future, among other things. I responded with modesty, but in my heart, I was fully aware that this was not my achievement; it was the ability of my senior, Ning Xuan.

Some people suspect that Ning Xuan must have been provoked. In the past three years, he has never attended classes at school so punctually and lawfully.

I do not know whether this uncomfortable feeling can be considered as betrayal. It probably cannot. It is just unpleasant, after all. I am a teacher, and Ning Xuan is my student. It is shameful for a dignified and principled female teacher to compete with a high school girl over a high school boy

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Q&A? P! The questions still revolve around some of my privacy issues. Let them surround me; sooner or later, I won't even be able to keep my three measurements a secret

Tian Wan'er is the closest among many young girls to Ning Xuan. These past few days, the two of them have been like inseparable shadows, always appearing right under my nose. I do not know whether Ning Xuan is doing this intentionally or not, but every time I brush past them, I can always see him raising an eyebrow and smiling at me with one corner of his mouth lifted, smiling in a way that makes him feel self-satisfied and arrogant, while it inexplicably infuriates me.

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However, it is said that no one has ever been able to make Ning Xuan bow down and obey.

Finally, the class monitor couldn't help but find an opportunity to quietly say to me: "Teacher Su, I feel that you are not quite yourself today. How about we let everyone study on their own this class?"

I shuddered all over, nearly jumping up. Turning my head, there he was again! Ning Xuan, like a lingering ghost, always present and never fading away!

After enduring until the end of class, I resolutely ignored the earnest calls of "Teacher, wait for me, I need to ask questions" from behind, almost bursting out of the classroom as if I were in urgent need of a restroom

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Should I continue to wait for him to say the breakup, or should I simply take the initiative and say it myself

Zhuo Hao furrowed his brows, put down his chopsticks, and sat across from me, staring intently. I, on the other hand, was not at all flustered; he watched his own thoughts while I enjoyed my meal, calm and composed. I waited for a long time, thinking that Zhuo Hao might say something. However, he said nothing, just continued to gaze at me from across the table. Until he drove me home, he finally said: "Ya Ya, before... it was my oversight towards you. Let's start anew from today and treat each other well!"

In the evening, Zhuo Hao sat across from me and kept asking how I had been lately. I smiled and said, "We are almost forgetting what each other looks like!" Zhuo Hao's smile became a bit stiff, and then he forcefully served me some dishes. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly asked me, "Ya Ya, why haven't you contacted me for such a long time?" I was taken aback, feeling a surge of anger. Is it really expected that I should always take the initiative in our relationship?

In recent days, the teachers and students at the school have been enthusiastically discussing a topic: Ning Xuan from Class 5 of the senior year has surprisingly stopped skipping classes

I smiled and said to hetushu.com: "You didn't look for me either!" In the end, feeling it was not enough, I added, "You must be busy, I am afraid to disturb you!"

I once told Xiaoxiao that this is what is called the inherent baseness of human nature. Now, this statement has fallen upon myself, truly a case of reaping what one sows

However, I could not help but secretly observe that girl. Her name is Tian Wan'er. She is very beautiful and has been crowned the school belle by everyone. Not only Tian Wan'er, but many pretty girls in the school also love to find excuses to strike up a conversation with Ning Shuai-shuai—no wonder he is so arrogant; men are often spoiled by women.

The next day, while going to class, I encountered a teacher in the corridor. She smiled and greeted me, saying, "Xiao Su! I saw you at the ** restaurant yesterday! The young man with you must be your boyfriend! He looks really spirited!" Her voice was a bit loud, and I estimated that half the people in the corridor could hear what she was saying. I felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly nodded before turning towards the classroom. As I reached the door, I saw Ning Xuan and Tian Wan'er leaning against the wall, talking.

While fleeing, I was thinking to myself: Damn it! Now I finally know how old he is! Eighteen, oh eighteen!

I was about to stand up and leave when Ning Xuan suddenly grabbed me. I jumped to the side as if I had been electrocuted, then I gasped for breath, looked at him, and somewhat nonsensically said: "I didn't dodge you! Why would I dodge you! You skipped class and I haven't said anything to you yet!"

I could not help but think that it is no wonder I often encountered him in some desolate places during the day, leading me to mistakenly believe he was a university student. All of this was due to his skipping classes

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Because I am his teacher

In this day and age, grades are everything. Although he is arrogantly infuriating, such arrogance, when embodied by a young man of distinguished family background and exceptional appearance, ironically becomes the so-called charm that drives young girls to obsession.

Matters between men and women are restricted to those aged eighteen and above