School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master
Author: Lonely Departing Water
Chapter 920 - 1000: Lan Yuqinâs Dilemma
Seeing Han Yuting walking over, Su Qingqing naturally stopped and turned to face her.
Han Yuting, not one to back down, walked over calmly, without any hint of stage fright.
Seeing that they seemed to be at odds, Chen Nan was at his witâs end, truly caught in a dilemma. What if these two really started a jealousy-fueled argument?
Should he cheer from the sidelines?
That was clearly impossible, unless he had a death wish.
Persuade them to reconcile? Chen Nan felt this was a herculean task, as jealous women are often unpredictable and fiercer than men countless times over.
What to do?
Seeing Han Yuting was already close, Chen Nan was burning with anxiety.
"Girl, give me some face, donât make a scene." Chen Nan whispered to Su Qingqing.
Su Qingqing ignored him until Han Yuting came closer. She then stepped forward and asked, "How old are you this year, whenâs your birthday?"
"Iâll turn nineteen in November."
Han Yuting, expressionless, looked at Su Qingqing and asked, "What about you? How old are you?"
"Iâll be nineteen in June, older than you by five months."
"From now on, youâre my sister." Han Yuting said.
Su Qingqing spread her arms, stepped forward, and hugged Han Yuting: "From now on, youâre my little sister."
Is that resolved?
Chen Nan watched in amazement.
He originally expected a face-tearing battle, but surprisingly, the outcome was unexpected. The two girls didnât cry or make a fuss. With just a few words, they peacefully coexisted and called each other sisters.
Chen Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief, recalling a song called "Girlsâ Thoughts, Donât Guess."
A girlâs mind is indeed something a man cannot fathom.
While Chen Nan was thinking chaotically, Su Qingqing and Han Yuting approached from both sides, grabbing his arms. Especially Su Qingqing, who huffed and said, "Stupid fool, why are you frowning? Do you really need to see us fight to be happy?"
"Uh..."
Chen Nan snapped back and quickly shook his head: "Of course not, you two are my wives. Of course, I hope you get along peacefully. I just didnât expect you to get along so quickly and call each other sisters. With such wives, I am very comforted!"
I am very comforted!
Upon hearing these words, both girls puffed their cheeks and glared at him angrily.
At this moment, they finally understood why this guy was so philandering, falling in love with whoever he saw. It turns out he fancied himself as an emperor.
Su Qingqing pouted her lips and said, "Huh, the emperor, is it? Do you still want your face? Are you thinking of having three palaces and six courtyards with seventy-two concubines?"
"If possible, I wouldnât mind," Chen Nan chuckled.
"Alright, you, you donât mind, huh? Then Iâll make you mind. Yu Ting, letâs get him!" Su Qingqing, puffing with anger, swung her small fists, grabbed Chen Nan, and said to Han Yuting as they both moved towards him.
Of course, despite their fierce words, both of them hit him very lightly.
Chen Nan yawned and shouted, "My dear concubines, youâre really good. This massage is so comfortable, add a bit more force so I can enjoy it more."
The two girls rolled their eyes angrily.
This guy was too much, being so arrogant because he knew they couldnât bear to hurt him.
"Stupid fool, you asked for this!"
Su Qingqing angrily rubbed her fist, pushed Han Yuting aside, and struck Chen Nanâs chest hard with her fist.
"Hiss!"
Chen Nan took several steps back, sucking in a breath from the pain.
This girl really has a heavy hand, even using her Inner Strength, but thinking it over, Chen Nan realized he brought this upon himself with his loose tongue.
"You dead girl, are you trying to murder your husband?" Chen Nan rubbed his chest.
"Hmph, serves you right!"
Both girls gave him a big eye-roll, then hand in hand, walked into the teaching building.
"..."
Chen Nan was speechless.
Truly, self-inflicted misfortune really has no one else to blame. Originally, these two girls were with him, but he said something he shouldnât have, and one careless step brought eternal regret!
A loose tongue is a disease that needs curing!
This was Chen Nanâs final conclusion. From now on, he must be cautious with his words and never speak recklessly again, although this seemed really difficult...
In the afternoon classes, there was a Chinese class.
This particular class was very strange because normally, when explaining, Lan Yuqin could handle all the knowledge with ease. Yet, during this class, she frequently got stuck while speaking, as if she didnât know how to continue. Of course, this wasnât due to her teaching ability but because...every time she met Chen Nanâs eyes, her mind would go into disarray, recalling the events at the dormitory at noon, her thoughts in turmoil and her mind seemingly frozen.
"Whatâs up with Teacher Lan?" Su Qingqing asked Chen Nan curiously in a low voice.
Chen Nan, feeling guilty, quickly shook his head: "Iâm not a worm in her stomach, how would I know?"
Su Qingqing scratched her head: "But every time she pauses, she seems to glance our way. Could it be you made her unhappy again?"
"There are too many people sitting here, it might not necessarily be me who upset her!"
Su Qingqing stuck out her little tongue and said, "But in the whole class, only youâd dare provoke her."
"..."
Chen Nan was left speechless, lightly tapping her head, "All you do is overthink, focus on the class."
Su Qingqing made a face and turned her attention back to the book.
When the class ended, Lan Yuqin cast a somewhat peculiar glance at Chen Nan, her face carrying a faint hint of jealousy, glaring at him momentarily before turning to leave the classroom.
Chen Nan and Su Qingqing were whispering to each other, and she noticed it clearly, but since the behavior wasnât extremely bad, she didnât name them for criticism; nonetheless, it didnât mean she wasnât envious inside.
"So philandering, truly a big jerk."
As she walked out of the classroom, Lan Yuqin murmured quietly, feeling increasingly unpleasant, quickly stepping into her office.
But once seated at her desk, she still couldnât calm her mind.
She kept feeling like in the classroom she couldnât see, Chen Nan was whispering sweetly with Su Qingqing, talking love.
What should I do?
Lan Yuqin held her head, laying on the desk, her heart in turmoil.
At this moment, she no longer seemed like that "cunning" homeroom teacher, but more like a helpless little girl.
After the incident at noon, Chen Nanâs shadow was now more deeply etched in her heart. Whether there was something or nothing, she would always think of him, as if bewitched, impossible to shake off.
She really wanted to express her feelings to Chen Nan, but she also felt that, being Chen Nanâs teacher, she couldnât make such a low-level mistake.
This simple issue turned out to be her greatest inner conflict.
Han Yuting, not one to back down, walked over calmly, without any hint of stage fright.
Seeing that they seemed to be at odds, Chen Nan was at his witâs end, truly caught in a dilemma. What if these two really started a jealousy-fueled argument?
Should he cheer from the sidelines?
That was clearly impossible, unless he had a death wish.
Persuade them to reconcile? Chen Nan felt this was a herculean task, as jealous women are often unpredictable and fiercer than men countless times over.
What to do?
Seeing Han Yuting was already close, Chen Nan was burning with anxiety.
"Girl, give me some face, donât make a scene." Chen Nan whispered to Su Qingqing.
Su Qingqing ignored him until Han Yuting came closer. She then stepped forward and asked, "How old are you this year, whenâs your birthday?"
"Iâll turn nineteen in November."
Han Yuting, expressionless, looked at Su Qingqing and asked, "What about you? How old are you?"
"Iâll be nineteen in June, older than you by five months."
"From now on, youâre my sister." Han Yuting said.
Su Qingqing spread her arms, stepped forward, and hugged Han Yuting: "From now on, youâre my little sister."
Is that resolved?
Chen Nan watched in amazement.
He originally expected a face-tearing battle, but surprisingly, the outcome was unexpected. The two girls didnât cry or make a fuss. With just a few words, they peacefully coexisted and called each other sisters.
Chen Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief, recalling a song called "Girlsâ Thoughts, Donât Guess."
A girlâs mind is indeed something a man cannot fathom.
While Chen Nan was thinking chaotically, Su Qingqing and Han Yuting approached from both sides, grabbing his arms. Especially Su Qingqing, who huffed and said, "Stupid fool, why are you frowning? Do you really need to see us fight to be happy?"
"Uh..."
Chen Nan snapped back and quickly shook his head: "Of course not, you two are my wives. Of course, I hope you get along peacefully. I just didnât expect you to get along so quickly and call each other sisters. With such wives, I am very comforted!"
I am very comforted!
Upon hearing these words, both girls puffed their cheeks and glared at him angrily.
At this moment, they finally understood why this guy was so philandering, falling in love with whoever he saw. It turns out he fancied himself as an emperor.
Su Qingqing pouted her lips and said, "Huh, the emperor, is it? Do you still want your face? Are you thinking of having three palaces and six courtyards with seventy-two concubines?"
"If possible, I wouldnât mind," Chen Nan chuckled.
"Alright, you, you donât mind, huh? Then Iâll make you mind. Yu Ting, letâs get him!" Su Qingqing, puffing with anger, swung her small fists, grabbed Chen Nan, and said to Han Yuting as they both moved towards him.
Of course, despite their fierce words, both of them hit him very lightly.
Chen Nan yawned and shouted, "My dear concubines, youâre really good. This massage is so comfortable, add a bit more force so I can enjoy it more."
The two girls rolled their eyes angrily.
This guy was too much, being so arrogant because he knew they couldnât bear to hurt him.
"Stupid fool, you asked for this!"
Su Qingqing angrily rubbed her fist, pushed Han Yuting aside, and struck Chen Nanâs chest hard with her fist.
"Hiss!"
Chen Nan took several steps back, sucking in a breath from the pain.
This girl really has a heavy hand, even using her Inner Strength, but thinking it over, Chen Nan realized he brought this upon himself with his loose tongue.
"You dead girl, are you trying to murder your husband?" Chen Nan rubbed his chest.
"Hmph, serves you right!"
Both girls gave him a big eye-roll, then hand in hand, walked into the teaching building.
"..."
Chen Nan was speechless.
Truly, self-inflicted misfortune really has no one else to blame. Originally, these two girls were with him, but he said something he shouldnât have, and one careless step brought eternal regret!
A loose tongue is a disease that needs curing!
This was Chen Nanâs final conclusion. From now on, he must be cautious with his words and never speak recklessly again, although this seemed really difficult...
In the afternoon classes, there was a Chinese class.
This particular class was very strange because normally, when explaining, Lan Yuqin could handle all the knowledge with ease. Yet, during this class, she frequently got stuck while speaking, as if she didnât know how to continue. Of course, this wasnât due to her teaching ability but because...every time she met Chen Nanâs eyes, her mind would go into disarray, recalling the events at the dormitory at noon, her thoughts in turmoil and her mind seemingly frozen.
"Whatâs up with Teacher Lan?" Su Qingqing asked Chen Nan curiously in a low voice.
Chen Nan, feeling guilty, quickly shook his head: "Iâm not a worm in her stomach, how would I know?"
Su Qingqing scratched her head: "But every time she pauses, she seems to glance our way. Could it be you made her unhappy again?"
"There are too many people sitting here, it might not necessarily be me who upset her!"
Su Qingqing stuck out her little tongue and said, "But in the whole class, only youâd dare provoke her."
"..."
Chen Nan was left speechless, lightly tapping her head, "All you do is overthink, focus on the class."
Su Qingqing made a face and turned her attention back to the book.
When the class ended, Lan Yuqin cast a somewhat peculiar glance at Chen Nan, her face carrying a faint hint of jealousy, glaring at him momentarily before turning to leave the classroom.
Chen Nan and Su Qingqing were whispering to each other, and she noticed it clearly, but since the behavior wasnât extremely bad, she didnât name them for criticism; nonetheless, it didnât mean she wasnât envious inside.
"So philandering, truly a big jerk."
As she walked out of the classroom, Lan Yuqin murmured quietly, feeling increasingly unpleasant, quickly stepping into her office.
But once seated at her desk, she still couldnât calm her mind.
She kept feeling like in the classroom she couldnât see, Chen Nan was whispering sweetly with Su Qingqing, talking love.
What should I do?
Lan Yuqin held her head, laying on the desk, her heart in turmoil.
At this moment, she no longer seemed like that "cunning" homeroom teacher, but more like a helpless little girl.
After the incident at noon, Chen Nanâs shadow was now more deeply etched in her heart. Whether there was something or nothing, she would always think of him, as if bewitched, impossible to shake off.
She really wanted to express her feelings to Chen Nan, but she also felt that, being Chen Nanâs teacher, she couldnât make such a low-level mistake.
This simple issue turned out to be her greatest inner conflict.