Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 7

That afternoon, Wu Qiu was the one who sent Qin Lang home. Qin Zhicheng was still at home. Seeing how well the homeroom teacher was taking care of his daughter, he actually thought this teacher was pretty good and even said he would invite Teacher Wu to dinner next time to thank her for looking after Qin Lang.

Qin Lang gritted her teeth but didn’t dare talk back.

The whole situation was getting too complicated for her brain to handle. She couldn’t reach any clear conclusion.

After all, they had only fucked twice.

When Qin Lang woke up, third period had already ended. The setting sun filled the office with floating golden light, giving the woman’s face a special, different kind of charm. She had to admit that Wu Qiu was a real beauty.

Wu Qiu noticed she was awake and spoke softly, telling her she had already asked for leave on her behalf. If she wanted to attend evening self-study, she could. If not, she could just stay and play in the office.

In the end, her phone was never handed over.

Qin Lang even sprawled on Wu Qiu’s sofa with her legs crossed, shamelessly playing the same game she had been playing that morning.

Her little brothers asked where she had gone in the game. She replied coolly that she had ditched class.

Right at that moment, Wu Qiu happened to look up at her. Qin Lang felt a little guilty and quickly straightened her back, sitting properly like a good student.

The game was just too fun, and she didn’t feel like contacting her little boyfriend anymore. That day she played until 3:30 in the morning. Even in her dreams she was still shouting at her teammates: “Push top lane!! I said push top lane!!!”

When she woke up, the quilt was a mess and so was her head.

Qin Lang’s not-so-delicate body had actually caught a fever — a low-grade one. Her mind was still relatively clear. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, ate breakfast, and had the driver take her to school.

School was more fun than staying at home.

But Qin Lang couldn’t really play today. After arriving at school, her head started feeling dizzy. The medicine she had taken earlier began to take effect. In her drowsy state, she felt her desk mate nudge her arm. She weakly waved her hand and fell into a deep sleep. She naturally didn’t hear her desk mate raise their hand in panic and say, “Teacher! Qin Lang seems to have passed out!”

When she woke up again, everything was white. Qin Lang looked around and realized she was in the school infirmary. Her jacket had been taken off and was covering her like a blanket. She sat up abruptly, but her vision went black and she nearly collapsed again.

“Little Lang.” A familiar voice sounded beside her. Wu Qiu pushed the door open just as Qin Lang fell back onto the soft pillow.

“I…” Qin Lang slowly sat up this time and looked at her homeroom teacher. “I feel so dizzy.”

Her usual voice was crisp and clear, but now that she was sick, it had become hoarse and soft, sounding almost like she was acting spoiled.

“You have a fever,” Wu Qiu sat down on the stool beside the bed and placed the paper bag in her hand on the bedside table. “Medicine.”

“Medicine?” It was in a plastic bag with granules or capsules inside, but there was another larger paper bag. She had no idea what was in it.

Noticing where Qin Lang was looking, Wu Qiu understood and explained, “I just bought porridge. It’s already noon.”

Only then did Qin Lang notice the clock on the wall of the infirmary pointed at 12:20. Class had ended five minutes ago — it really was lunchtime.

“I didn’t have any classes with your class this morning,” Wu Qiu said as she took out a paper bowl from the bag. Along with the porridge there were a few appetizers and a small packet of sugar. “Your subject teachers called me.”

“Why is there sugar?” Qin Lang stared at the little packet and asked curiously.

“Some places like sweet porridge, so they add sugar. I didn’t know what you prefer, so I bought a bit of everything. The sugar was something I asked the shop owner for.” Wu Qiu explained while arranging everything.

Qin Lang sat up straight and reached for the chopsticks, but her hand was so weak that the chopsticks fell to the floor with a clatter.

Wu Qiu gave her a helpless look, picked up the chopsticks and set them aside, then took out the spoon from the bag.

“Open your mouth.” Wu Qiu’s voice had no warmth, but her movements were surprisingly gentle.

Qin Lang obediently opened her mouth. Wu Qiu fed her one spoonful after another, and she swallowed one bite at a time.

She seemed to have never been fed by anyone before — not even Qin Zhicheng. That big, rough man had just brought her some rice when she had a fever as a child, opened a video meeting, and left her holding a spoon to eat dry, hard rice with no soup.

When she came back to her senses, the paper bowl was almost empty. Qin Lang pressed down on the plastic spoon that was about to scoop another bite. She wanted to speak but burped first.

The already flushed face from the fever turned even redder, including her ears.

“You… get out. I want to rest!” Qin Lang said a bit stiffly. She clearly saw Wu Qiu smile just now.

But that smile disappeared quickly. Wu Qiu lowered her head to clean up the empty bowl and the nearly finished side dishes, then handed Qin Lang the medicine and warm water. “Take the medicine and I’ll leave.”

Qin Lang swallowed the pills. They were tablets, but the bitter taste stuck to her tongue for a long time. There wasn’t even a sugar coating!

Wu Qiu left after telling her to rest well. The medicine worked quickly, and Qin Lang soon fell back into a drowsy sleep.

In the dream, Wu Qiu was fucking her.

The movements were extremely gentle — thrusting in and pulling out slowly. Her long fingers rubbed the girl’s clit, creating wave after wave of pleasure.

After they finished, she lay in Wu Qiu’s arms and, like a girl in love, kissed Wu Qiu on the lips.

She woke up in shock.

It was still bright outside. Qin Lang checked the time — she had slept for about three hours. Third period had just started.

Her body felt a bit better. She sat up and noticed a damp, wet feeling between her legs.

It was a little cold.

She frowned and cursed herself in her heart. We only fucked twice and now I’m acting like this? Even in my dreams I can’t get any peace. What the hell—

The person she was mentally calling “what the hell” had just pushed the door open. Their eyes met.

Wu Qiu thought Qin Lang’s gaze looked a bit strange, but her face wasn’t as red anymore. The fever probably had gone down.

“Are you going to evening self-study? Or should I help you catch up on this afternoon’s math?” Wu Qiu raised the materials in her hand. She had just finished her second period.

“Go ahead and teach.”

And Wu Qiu really did teach Qin Lang math for three full hours, seriously and properly. She even went through all the knowledge points Qin Lang had been missing before and wrote them down neatly in her notebook.

That evening, Wu Qiu was the one who sent Qin Lang home again.

Qin Lang felt a bit puzzled. Logically, if this teacher just wanted to play around, she wasn’t someone who couldn’t handle it. Playing was one thing, but buying her porridge when she was sick and even tutoring her… what was that about?

A perfect lover…?