A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 34

There were only two periods in the afternoon, which passed easily enough.

An He asked the System for an origami tutorial and was busy measuring paper with a ruler, determined to fold the most perfect thousand-paper crane to show off to Xiao Hong.

Han Peiqiu sat beside her practicing her calligraphy, using the fountain pen An He had bought her at noon. The pen came with a small bottle of blue ink that looked exceptionally beautiful when held up to the light.

At first, Han Peiqiu didn’t know how to use it. After a long moment of mental preparation, she finally tugged shyly at An He’s sleeve and whispered, “Do you know how to fill a fountain pen with ink?”

“I do, I do!” An He was more than happy to be of service to the Boss. She immediately dropped her latest “crippled” paper crane and took the ink bottle with an air of professional gravity to explain the process.

“Look, first we unscrew the cap,” she demonstrated. “Then get some tissues ready, then disassemble the pen…”

Because it was the first time the Boss had entrusted her with a task, An He was incredibly serious, looking every bit like an old scholar. But while she was teaching earnestly, the girl in front of her wasn’t listening earnestly at all.

Han Peiqiu didn’t know what was wrong with her. Clearly, her attention was supposed to be on the ink bottle. But once An He turned to grab a tissue and turned back to continue the lesson, Han Peiqiu’s gaze was stolen away.

She didn’t look at the pen or the ink; she only looked at An He’s face. An He’s cheeks were rosy, like apples on a tree, making her want to reach out and touch them. And that little mouth, opening and closing—how could it say so many things that made her feel so happy?

Lost in thought, Han Peiqiu couldn’t help but let her lips curl into a soft smile.

An He finished the steps just then and was wiping the pen with a tissue, a smile on her face. “Did you learn it?”

The moment she spoke, she saw Han Peiqiu freeze in place.

“Mhm?” An He raised an eyebrow, wondering what was up with the Boss. “Is there another problem?”

“I didn’t catch it just now…” Han Peiqiu avoided her gaze, looking down and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Can you explain it one more time?”

She didn’t dare tell An He that the reason she hadn’t caught it was because she had been daydreaming while staring at her face. If she said that, An He would probably be angry that she hadn’t listened properly. If An He stopped talking to her, it would be a disaster.

An He had no idea the Boss had processed so many thoughts in such a short time. She simply assumed she had spoken too fast.

“No problem.” She shook her head with a smile. Adhering to the “patience and care” rule from her mental parenting manual, she gave an even more detailed explanation. This time, Han Peiqiu didn’t dare let her mind wander; she listened as intently as humanly possible.

It was still Chinese class. The teacher had finished the day’s lesson and told the children to preview the next chapter. The classroom was quiet, and aside from the soft murmurs of children reading, An He’s voice was the most distinct.

She was currently lost in her “exemplary parent” role, completely unaware that the teacher had locked onto her. It wasn’t until a rolled-up textbook lightly thwacked her on the head that she snapped back to reality. She turned around to meet the teacher’s angry eyes.

An He: “…”

“Yu Jiajia, you think you know it all, don’t you?” The teacher stood by her seat, frowning, her lips twitching with irritation.

Well, I actually do. An He thought. Forget second grade; I could handle sixth grade without breaking a sweat.

However, she didn’t dare say it. She just sat there with her head down, letting the teacher scold her.

“Why aren’t you talking?!” After a while, seeing her silence, the teacher grew even more annoyed. “Are you being defiant?”

“No, no,” An He said quickly. “Everything you say is right…”

“If you think you’re so capable, why don’t you come up and teach the class for us? That way I can take a break!” The teacher was in a fit of pique and wouldn’t listen to anything. She was determined to make An He stand on the podium—partly to embarrass her and partly to show the other students what happens when you don’t pay attention.

“That’s probably not a good idea?” An He gave her an apologetic smile. “Teacher, how about we just drop it? I’ll go stand in the back for punishment.”

At the mention of “standing in the back,” Han Peiqiu instinctively grabbed her hand. An He turned and read the worry in her eyes.

“If you’re going to stand in the back, I’ll go with you,” the Boss said, her voice sounding incredibly determined. Her beautiful eyes were already clouded with a thin mist; she looked like she might cry at any moment, but she was forcing it back.

An He’s heart practically melted at the expression. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and pat her head.

An He: Good lord, why is my Boss so cute?

System: “…”

To prevent the Boss from suffering with her, An He decided to end the matter quickly. Before the teacher could say anything else, she stood up with her Chinese textbook like a soldier heading to a certain death.

Under the gaze of the entire class, An He hopped onto the podium and snatched a piece of chalk from the small box on the desk. She turned around and started writing briskly on the blackboard.

“The vocabulary for the second lesson is quite extensive,” she said as she wrote, her movements quick and neat. “It would take too long to cover everything, so I’ll just explain a few for you.”

“For example, the idiom ‘Sending charcoal in the snow’.” An He smiled and pointed to the chalk writing. “There’s actually a historical anecdote behind this.”

“They say that in ancient times, there was Emperor Taizong of Song…”

The teacher had sent her up to embarrass her, and seeing her start to write, she had internally mocked the child for making a “final struggle.” But when she saw the beautiful handwriting on the blackboard, her smile faded. This girl actually looked like she knew what she was doing.

And then she heard her talk about Emperor Taizong.

Teacher: Wait… is this child a prodigy?

An He ended up teaching until the bell rang.

The System told her in her head that she’d done a great job—not only were the kids dazed, but the teacher was stunned as well.

“Can I stop now?” An He sighed. “I’ve got a mouthful of chalk dust.”

“Wrap it up, wrap it up,” the System said. “Quit while you’re ahead. See you next time.”

That said, she still needed the teacher’s permission to step down. An He gave a brief summary, then turned to look at the teacher, blinking innocently.

“Teacher, class is over,” she said with a smile. “Can I sit down now?”

“Ah… yes…” The teacher still hadn’t fully recovered, her speech a half-beat slower than usual. “Go ahead and step down…”

“Great, thanks!” An He nodded, tossed the leftover chalk into the bin, and walked off the podium with a confident stride. Everywhere she passed, the children cast worshipful gazes at her. In their hearts, she wasn’t just an “excellent student” anymore—she was a god with wings.

It wasn’t until the “god” returned to her seat and started packing her things that they realized they should do the same.

“How was it?” Once the teacher was gone, An He finished packing. She smiled, leaning her head on the desk to look at the Boss beside her.

“Amazing.” Being stared at so intently, even the tips of Han Peiqiu’s ears turned red, looking as if they’d been kissed by the sunset.

When An He walked out of the school building with her backpack, she saw a crowd of parents waiting. She asked the System if her mom was among them.

“That one,” the System said, pointing it out with a mental arrow.

The arrow pointed to a tall, sturdy woman with a permed wave hairstyle, a handbag, a pair of flip-flops, and a cigarette in her mouth. She looked completely different from the other parents—very… free-spirited.

An He paused, then jogged over. “Mom!”

“Hey,” the woman grunted, grabbing An He’s hand and leading her toward home while continuing to puff out clouds of smoke.

An He didn’t know what to talk about with her mom, so she kept chatting with the System. She had assumed that since she was short, her mother would be petite too, but she hadn’t expected this “model.” Currently, with her mother leading her, anyone looking from a distance would probably see a tall woman carrying a blue thermos.

“Isn’t it good that your mom is tall?” the System said. “If anyone bullies you, she can go settle the score.”

“True.” An He imagined the scene and felt a bit amused. “With my mom’s big hands, one smack on the butt would leave a bright red mark. And those strong arms of hers, one swing and she could…”

Before she could finish, the woman beside her finished her smoking session and turned to talk to An He.

“Jiajia, let me ask you,” she smiled, poking An He’s cheek. “Did you do what I told you to do today?”

“Huh?” An He froze, having no idea what she meant. “Mom, what are you talking about?”

“You kid,” her mom sighed helplessly. “Didn’t I give you 100 yuan this morning? I told you to give it to the teacher for the school lunch program when you went at noon.”

At the mention of that familiar 100-yuan bill, An He broke into a cold sweat. She had thought the money was for her to spend; she had even used half of it to buy a pen for the Boss.

Only now did she realize that 100 yuan was…

Well, it didn’t matter what it was for—she’d already spent it!

Her mom said something else, but An He didn’t hear a word. Her heart was filled with terror. Especially looking at her mom’s large hands and sturdy, muscular arms, she felt like crying but had no tears left.

“If I actually get beaten to death when we get home…” she whispered to the System, “please, you must take care of the Boss for me.”

“Understood…” the System replied, its voice sounding equally tragic.