Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 11

The weather had suddenly turned cold these past two days. It was only early October, but the temperature in Beixian had already dropped to around 15°C and was still falling. Although the place was called “North County,” it was actually located in the northern part of a city in the southwest region, so this kind of temperature at this time of year was quite unusual.

Qin Lang had also started wearing a thick jacket and no longer dressed like she was about to beat someone up the next second. Recently she had been dragged around by Wu Qiu to do practice problems, and sometimes dragged around to have sex. During her free time, she liked running to Wu Qiu’s office. After all, there was air conditioning, a sofa, Wi-Fi, and Wu Qiu never minded her playing on her phone. There were even occasional snacks prepared for her in the drawer — like the indulgent way an adult spoils a child.

Chen Er and the others still occasionally invited her out to hang, and she would go, but she came home much earlier than before. She was still dating her boyfriend, though the relationship was lukewarm. Wu Qiu never said anything about it.

Because Wu Qiu had taken over a graduating class midway, her workload was still quite heavy. When Qin Lang finished her homework, she would lie on the empty desk opposite Wu Qiu, watching the woman seriously type on the computer or write documents with a pen. She still knew too little about Wu Qiu.

Qin Lang had also asked her buddies. They had looked up where Wu Qiu was before she came here. The surname “Wu” was very common in that area, and there was a huge family enterprise, but they didn’t know if it had anything to do with her. Qin Lang had a vague thought, but quickly tossed it aside.

Actually, Wu Qiu treated her very well — in the way a teacher treats a student. The math class representative had practically become a decoration. Wu Qiu was the one who collected and handed out papers now. Her little brothers teased her, saying she had been “recruited” by Teacher Wu.

It did kind of look that way.

The days passed neither fast nor slow like this. Qin Lang’s short curly hair had grown out into fluffy little curls, and the school sports meet was approaching.

Beixian No.1 High’s sports meet involved all three high school grades and was meant to help the graduating class relax a bit. Qin Lang was dragged by the sports committee to sign up for the 800-meter run and planned to half-ass it without a care.

On the day of the sports meet, the weather was perfect — the best temperature since October, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze.

Qin Lang had gone to bed early the night before because she had to run the 800 meters, so she didn’t play games. She had only planned to run at an average level, but halfway through she got bumped by another runner. She got a bit angry, sped up to overtake the person who had hit her, and passed them easily.

What she didn’t expect was that Wu Qiu was waiting for her at the finish line.

Wu Qiu was holding a towel and a water bottle. Today she wore a long-sleeved shirt with her hair styled casually. When she saw Qin Lang reach the final straight, she waved at her.

Fuck. Time to sprint.

Qin Lang crossed the finish line almost at the same time as second place. There were eight people total. She had originally planned to finish somewhere in the middle.

Wu Qiu draped the towel around her neck, wiped her face, then ruffled her fluffy curly hair and handed her the water bottle.

Teacher Zheng happened to walk by. He was in the logistics department and was currently arranging students for the next event. Seeing Wu Qiu and Qin Lang, he stopped and said in a slightly sour tone: “Teacher Wu and Qin Lang seem to have a pretty good relationship.”

Wu Qiu smiled sweetly and replied: “Yes, Teacher Zheng. This student is actually quite obedient.”

“Hello, Teacher Zheng.” Since Wu Qiu had said she was obedient, she couldn’t just ignore the old man — she still had to give him some face.

Wu Qiu smiled at her too.

Wu Qiu was a bit taller than Qin Lang. Qin Lang was around 165 cm, while Wu Qiu was probably over 170 cm. She had a tall, slender figure and excellent presence.

Being smiled at by someone like that, Qin Lang felt like she clearly heard her own heartbeat in that moment.

Thump.

It hit her mind sharply. She choked on the water she was drinking and couldn’t swallow it properly. Wu Qiu naturally reached out to pat her back. Qin Lang’s face grew redder and redder. She subtly avoided that hand and said, “Thank you, Teacher.”

The old man had already walked far away.