After Transmigrating for the Third Time, the Real Young Master Decides to Slouch - Chapter 9

Rong Jingcheng walked around once and left.

At first, Yu Tian had still wondered what he had come for. Could it really have been just to trade a couple of barbs with him? But after thinking about it, he understood and laughed despite himself. That peacock had come to show off.

What stylist? That was Rong Jingcheng’s hair. What stylist would dare ruin it like that? Eighty percent of the time, it was that person’s handiwork.

Yu Tian was not clear on that person’s exact identity. He only knew there was such a person—someone Rong Jingcheng kept thinking about very tightly and hiding very deeply.

Yu Tian had once seen that person’s back from far away. He had been wearing a fitted school uniform and speaking with Rong Jingcheng. Perhaps because he sensed the gaze behind him, he seemed about to turn his head, only for Rong Jingcheng to hold his face and stop him from turning. After that, Rong Jingcheng had wrapped an arm around his shoulders and left. Before leaving, Rong Jingcheng had looked back once, revealing an expression that was not quite a smile. It had been very gentle, but also carried a warning. So Yu Tian had not investigated further and tactfully left.

Remembering this, Yu Tian smiled and shook his head. He thought Rong Jingcheng really was a contradictory person. He clearly wished the whole world knew that person existed, yet he was also reluctant to let anyone else look at him even one more time.

But…

Yu Tian thought to himself, had that person come back? It seemed he had gone somewhere very far before. For several years, Rong Jingcheng had not mentioned him. Had he returned now? It should have been recently. After all, Rong Jingcheng had been in quite a good mood lately, and whenever he was in a good mood, it was always related to that person.

Thinking about this, Yu Tian found it funny again. Rong Jingcheng, this person, seemed approachable on the surface, but in reality, he was cold to the extreme in his bones. Yet whenever he encountered something related to that person, he would turn into a peacock spreading his tail feathers everywhere, unable to hide that showy, boastful heart of his.

“Teacher Yu?” Lin Ran looked at Yu Tian, who had somehow started laughing, and called out to him.

Yu Tian came back to himself. Realizing he had lost composure, he raised a fist to his lips and coughed once. “Cough. It’s nothing. I’ll go take a look over there. You keep maintaining your violin.”

“Okay.”

Lin Ran sat back down, but no matter what, he could no longer focus. His mind was filled with Rong Jingcheng’s image. They had been so close. Rong Jingcheng had spoken to him. There had even been that adorable little expression.

It was not just him. The topics of everyone else’s conversations were also all about Rong Jingcheng.

“Who is that stylist? Their skills are so terrible, but Rong Jingcheng actually seems pretty satisfied.”

“Could it be some big shot? But the braid really is awful. Can someone like that still be called a big shot? I feel like even I could do it.”

“You? Forget it. Would Rong Jingcheng let you touch his precious hair?”

“Even if he let me touch it, I wouldn’t dare. Haven’t you heard? The second young master of the Rong family, his own older brother, only touched his hair once back then and nearly had one finger cut off!”

“Ahhh! I heard about that! Supposedly because of that incident, Second Young Master Rong is still hiding abroad and doesn’t dare come back.”

“That’s not it. He clearly doesn’t dare come back because he lost the power struggle. Four years ago…”

“Shh—do you have a death wish?”

“Mm, mm, mm, I won’t say it anymore.”

Lin Ran listened to all of these words. He had heard a little about what they were saying too, but he did not find it frightening at all. Instead, he felt that this was part of Rong Jingcheng’s charm. If the all-powerful head of the Rong family truly were only a romantic artist whose inside matched his outside, then that would be the most absurd thing in the world.

Lin Ran pursed his lips. He also felt that the terrible braid diminished Rong Jingcheng’s beauty quite a bit. Perhaps after he went back, he should also learn how to braid hair. One day…

Lin Ran clenched his hands. One day, he would help Rong Jingcheng braid the most perfect hairstyle, one that no one could criticize.

A ringtone suddenly sounded, startling Lin Ran, who had been secretly making up his mind. Unhappily, he took out his phone. Lin Tang’s name was displayed on the screen.

He felt puzzled for a moment, then got up and went outside to answer the call.

The second day arrived as promised. When Jiang Zao was woken up by his alarm, he was extremely annoyed. It had only been one day, and he already felt that going to work was troublesome.

He did not want to go to work.

His phone rang. Rong Jingcheng was calling.

“Hello?” Jiang Zao’s voice, carrying the anger of having just woken up, was very harsh.

Rong Jingcheng’s voice held a smile. “Xiao Zao, are you up? If you don’t get up soon, you’ll be late for work.”

Jiang Zao turned over and silently recited it three times in his heart, then sat up. “I’m up. Are you up?”

“I haven’t slept yet.”

Jiang Zao put on his slippers and walked toward the bathroom. “Weren’t you tired after last night’s performance?”

“I was.” Listening carefully, Rong Jingcheng’s voice did indeed sound somewhat tired. “But I suddenly got inspiration, so I composed until now. I only just finished. Should I play it for you?”

“Mm.” Jiang Zao turned on his phone’s speaker and set it aside, then picked up his toothpaste and toothbrush. Just as the toothpaste was squeezed out, a lively, light melody also sounded.

By the time the short piano piece finished, Jiang Zao had also washed his face. With his eyes closed, he reached around the rack for his towel.

“How is it? Does it sound good?” Rong Jingcheng asked expectantly.

Jiang Zao wiped his face and said, “Not bad.”

“Then,” Rong Jingcheng asked with a smile, “did it inject vitality into this unpleasant morning of yours?”

Jiang Zao’s movements paused before he said, “A little.”

“Eh? Only a little?” Rong Jingcheng was very disappointed, but he quickly rallied again. “Good thing I prepared a backup plan—I had someone deliver breakfast to you. It should be almost there!”

“Mm.” Hearing the yawn from the other end, Jiang Zao smiled. “Go rest early. I’m hanging up.”

Without giving the other person any chance to refuse, Jiang Zao hung up directly. He had just been about to go change clothes when the doorbell rang. Jiang Zao thought the timing was quite coincidental, but when he opened the door, he discovered that the person standing outside was Meng Qiuyu.

“Mm?” Jiang Zao was puzzled. “Do you need something, Teacher Meng?”

Meng Qiuyu was dressed very neatly. Looking at Jiang Zao, who had not yet put on his glasses, he froze slightly.

“Mm?” Jiang Zao’s eyes lifted faintly at the corners.

Meng Qiuyu came back to himself and smiled as if nothing had happened. “Teacher Jiang, you just got up and haven’t had breakfast yet, right? I happened to make an extra portion. If you don’t mind, we can eat together.”

Before Jiang Zao could speak, a refined man in a suit walked over, carrying an exquisite food box.

“Teacher Jiang, this is the breakfast Jingcheng asked me to deliver to you.” The other man respectfully handed the food box over.

Jiang Zao took an extra look at him. Being able to call Rong Jingcheng by his name meant he was someone very close to him, someone he trusted.

“Thank you.” Jiang Zao accepted the food box, then turned to Meng Qiuyu apologetically. “Sorry, I already have some today. Let’s eat together another day.”

“All right. I was presumptuous. I came to invite you without confirming first.” Meng Qiuyu was not embarrassed because of this and remained polite and courteous. “Next time, I’ll ask about your arrangements in advance.”

“Mm. I’ll head in first. See you in the office later.” After Jiang Zao finished speaking, he closed the door. He should have made himself clear enough, right? Later, Meng Qiuyu should not come invite him to go to work together either.

The breakfast Rong Jingcheng prepared suited Jiang Zao’s tastes. After finishing it, Jiang Zao’s mood became smoother, and he was no longer as resistant to going to work. So he tidied himself up and headed out.

When he arrived at the office, Meng Qiuyu had already brewed tea and was preparing lessons. Seeing him come in, he nodded in greeting.

Jiang Zao returned a smile. This sort of neither-cold-nor-warm distance was very good. They were merely colleagues. There was no need to make so many things happen. Going to work was already annoying enough. Having to pay attention to interpersonal relationships on top of that was even more annoying.

His originally decent mood vanished like smoke the moment he sat at his workstation, because he remembered that he had forgotten to prepare his lesson. And the second period was his Chinese class.

Although there was still time to prepare now, Jiang Zao truly could not be bothered to move. As he thought about how he could muddle through one class period, an idea came to him.

Jiang Zao got up and walked to Meng Qiuyu’s workstation. “Teacher Meng.”

Meng Qiuyu looked up.

“Can I swap classes with you?” Jiang Zao asked.

“Mm?” Meng Qiuyu did not understand.

Jiang Zao explained, “School has just started, hasn’t it? I want to give them a baseline quiz. Morning self-study plus first period should be just about enough.”

Meng Qiuyu understood. “No problem. I’ll switch to second period.”

“Then thank you.”

After thanking him, Jiang Zao returned to his seat. There were still ten minutes before morning self-study began. He had to hurry and find a test paper, then print it out.

Relying on his powerful search abilities, Jiang Zao successfully selected a comprehensive all-subject test paper with complete question types and moderate difficulty within seven minutes. Download. Print. After receiving the command, the printer began spitting out sheets of paper one by one.

In less than two minutes, twenty-four freshly printed test papers were in Jiang Zao’s hands. Jiang Zao was suddenly filled with emotion. A printer was truly good when enough money had been spent on it. It was much easier to use than the ancient machine his previous school had used.

Without delaying, Jiang Zao nodded at Meng Qiuyu, then left the office carrying the test papers.

From far away, he saw Lu She and a middle-aged man standing outside the classroom, speaking. He walked over.

“Teacher Jiang,” Lu She greeted when he saw him come.

“And this is?” Jiang Zao looked at the middle-aged man.

The other man introduced himself. “Hello, Teacher Jiang. I’m the homeroom teacher of Class 1. My surname is Chen.”

Jiang Zao had an impression of him now. This person was also the head of the Chinese teaching and research group, named Chen Xiangdong.

“Hello, Teacher Chen.” Jiang Zao shook the hand he extended. “May I ask why you’re looking for a student from our class?”

Chen Xiangdong hesitated for a moment, then said to Lu She, “How about you go back in first, Lu She?”

Lu She did not move.

Jiang Zao said, “Go in.”

Only then did Lu She turn and enter the classroom.

Chen Xiangdong looked at Lu She’s back, his expression somewhat ugly.

“Teacher Chen?” Jiang Zao called him.

Chen Xiangdong composed himself and said, “Teacher Jiang, I’ll get straight to the point. I hope you can let Lu She return to Class 1…”

He could not finish his sentence, because Jiang Zao suddenly smiled at him apologetically. Chen Xiangdong was still puzzled when he saw Jiang Zao raise his hands and cover his ears.

Chen Xiangdong was displeased. “You—”

“Ding————”

Seven twenty-one arrived. The morning reading bell rang right on time, its urgent, piercing sound drowning out all other noise.

Author’s Note:

More trouble has come knocking. Teacher Jiang’s mood is about to become unpleasant!