Although Su Qing harbored some resentment and grievances toward Jiang Yun in her heart, at this moment, her sense of guilt toward him was at its peak. So, she decided to simply go with the flow and reconcile with Jiang Yun.
As for the complicated matters involving Wang Kai and Sun Haoran, she still didn't know how to bring them up with Jiang Yun, especially since she hadn't yet freed herself from Wang Kai's threats.
Su Qing was afraid that if she told him, Jiang Yun's impulsive nature might lead him to do something dangerous. Therefore, she resolved to wait until two days later, after she had completed her challenge and broken free from Wang Kai, to find an opportunity to confess everything to Jiang Yun.
As for how Jiang Yun would ultimately choose, Su Qing didn't want to think about it now—she didn't even dare to.
"I... I forgive you," Su Qing hesitated for a moment before saying softly.
Hearing this, Jiang Yun smiled happily and held Su Qing even tighter. Su Qing smiled along with him, though behind Jiang Yun's back, her expression was filled with bitterness.
By noon, the door of a restaurant near the school swung open, the wind chimes at the entrance jingling softly as Jiang Yun, holding Su Qing's hand, stepped inside.
The sound of the door opening caught the attention of a few diners. When they looked up and saw the striking young couple at the entrance, they couldn't help but silently admire them, though many single onlookers also cast envious and jealous glances.
Jiang Yun and Su Qing were long accustomed to such reactions. He led her to a small private room and called for a server to bring the menu. After taking it, he handed it to Su Qing and said, "Xiao Qing, order whatever you'd like today. Consider it my way of apologizing!"
Su Qing shook her head and pushed the menu back to Jiang Yun, replying gently, "You order. I'll just have some porridge. I don't have much of an appetite."
"Well... alright then," Jiang Yun sighed, noticing that Su Qing did indeed look a bit pale, so he didn't press further. Then, realizing it wouldn't be appropriate for him to enjoy a full meal while Su Qing only had porridge, he followed her lead and ordered a bowl of porridge before setting the menu aside.
In the end, the two had specifically left campus to visit this relatively upscale restaurant, only to hastily finish two bowls of porridge in the private room before leaving under the server's slightly puzzled gaze.
They strolled leisurely back to school. With Jiang Yun by her side, Su Qing's mood improved somewhat. Seeing her complexion return to normal, Jiang Yun felt relieved and happy.
Jiang Yun initially wanted to escort Su Qing back to the infirmary to rest, but she declined. Since she wasn't actually ill, there was no need for her to return there. Another reason was that if she were alone in the infirmary, she would inevitably start overthinking things. It was better to return to the classroom and distract herself by focusing on the lessons.
Seeing that Su Qing indeed looked well and energetic, Jiang Yun didn't insist on her resting. Instead, he accompanied her back to the classroom.
Still, considering that Su Qing had just "recovered from an illness," he didn't linger with her in the hallway as usual. Instead, he let her return to the classroom to rest, especially since afternoon classes would be starting soon.
Pushing open the classroom door, they found most of their classmates already there. Diligent students were reviewing their books, tired ones were napping at their desks, and a few were chatting quietly among themselves.
Upon hearing the door open, a few people looked up and noticed that Jiang Yun had accompanied Su Qing back to the classroom. Some mischievous classmates teased them with a drawn-out "Ooh~" sound.
Su Qing didn't blush at this, as it had happened far too many times for her to be bothered. However, this time, her expression shifted slightly.
Beside her, Sun Haoran was watching her with a pained and desolate look in his eyes. Su Qing felt a pang of panic and immediately averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes any longer.
In the past, she hadn't noticed—perhaps because Sun Haoran had never been so direct, or maybe because she hadn't paid much attention. But today, the intensity in his eyes made it impossible for her to remain as composed as she usually would.
In Su Qing's heart, Sun Haoran was an extremely important friend. After everything that had happened over the past few days, she had indeed developed feelings for him that went beyond friendship.
Yet, Su Qing was still in a relationship with Jiang Yun. Although she felt that she and Jiang Yun might not have much of a future together, she couldn't bring herself to simply abandon him and throw herself into Sun Haoran's arms. That wouldn't be fair to anyone.
Jiang Yun had no idea about the whirlwind of thoughts racing through Su Qing's mind the moment the door opened. He didn't even glance at Sun Haoran, instead leaning in to softly remind Su Qing:
"I'll head back now. If you're feeling unwell, make sure to let me know right away!"
"Mm… I will."
Jiang Yun nodded and left, pausing briefly to ruffle Su Qing's hair—a gesture that unintentionally fed the single students in the classroom a mouthful of "dog food."
Su Qing made her way to her seat, where a group of her close female friends gathered around, asking after her well-being—though a few couldn't resist probing for gossip.
While the chattering of a crowd of girls could be irritating, this time it came as a relief to Su Qing. She hadn't yet figured out how to face Sun Haoran, and their chatter provided a welcome distraction.
In the neighboring classroom, Jiang Yun had also returned to his seat and was reviewing his textbooks. His unsettled state of mind over the past couple of days had caused him to fall behind in his studies.
If any teacher were to report to his mother that he had been distracted in class, Jiang Yun felt certain he wouldn't live to see the next day.
"Speaking of which, the first class this afternoon is… my mom's. I really can't afford to space out this time," he muttered to himself.
As he imagined the consequences of being caught daydreaming by his mother, Jiang Yun couldn't help but shudder.
He quickly reassured himself: now that he and Su Qing had reconciled, and she was no longer unwell, there was no way he would lose focus again.
Just then, the classroom door swung open, and Wang Kai strolled in lazily, yawning. Spotting him, Jiang Yun snorted inwardly and lowered his head to concentrate on his notes.
Wang Kai paid no attention to Jiang Yun either. After casually acknowledging a few underlings who greeted him, he made his way to the very back corner of the classroom.
This was his exclusive spot—a single seat in the row, with the desks in front set about a meter away. The arrangement clearly demonstrated Wang Kai's status within the class and the school.
Of course, this wasn't a case of the class isolating him. Rather, no one had the nerve—or the standing—to sit beside Wang Kai, even if they wanted to curry favor with him.
The other group of students, who wanted to focus on their studies and avoid getting too involved with Wang Kai, naturally sat as far away from the bully as possible.
Thus, a peculiar corner emerged in this classroom—a space exclusively belonging to Wang Kai.
Wang Kai yawned as he made his way to his seat, lazily leaning back against the chair before slumping over the desk and closing his eyes to sleep.
He was utterly exhausted today. Although he often stayed up late, he usually slept in until noon the next day, with no one bothering about whether he was late or even showed up to class. His school life was one of complete freedom.
But last night, not only had he stayed up late, but he'd also had a few drinks with Luo Qiang and his crew. If it weren't for Su Qing, he would never have dragged himself out of bed so early, battling drowsiness and a headache.
That was also why he had rushed through his encounter with Su Qing in the infirmary and left so quickly. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue toying with the campus belle—he was simply too tired!
Especially after ejaculating, he felt even more drained. After hastily explaining the planned challenge to Su Qing, he hurried off to his uncle's office to catch up on sleep.
Even now, he still felt a bit groggy, but when Wang Kai noticed that the time for the first afternoon class was approaching, he forced himself to get up.
His motivation to rise wasn't due to a sudden desire to study—it was because the teacher for the first class was his "little bitch," Lin Mengjie.
He realized that, because of Su Qing, he had neglected his little bitch over the past couple of days. Thinking it over, he felt a twinge of guilt, so he decided to make it up to her today by giving her some proper "affection."
Compared to young, inexperienced girls like Su Qing, Wang Kai preferred Lin Mengjie, a married woman. Adding to the appeal was her role as the homeroom teacher, which only intensified his desire to dominate her.
He hadn't dozed at his desk for long before the class bell rang. Wang Kai lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, stretched lazily, and leaned back in his seat with a sly grin, his gaze fixed on the doorway.
Soon, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed from the hallway. The classroom door swung open, and Lin Mengjie, dressed in an elegant white formal suit and holding a textbook, gracefully entered.
As she stepped inside, Lin Mengjie couldn't help but glance toward the corner of the room. When she saw her beloved master sitting there with that mischievous smile, the corners of her lips curled into an unconscious smile.
Paired with her refined, pristine attire, her smile seemed to brighten the entire classroom—though it lasted only a moment. Lin Mengjie quickly resumed her usual stern expression and stepped up to the podium.
The students below wondered if they were hallucinating—had the cold-faced Teacher Lin actually smiled? It must be from studying too hard lately.
Jiang Yun, however, didn't share their doubts. He had indeed seen his mother smile. Of course, it never crossed his mind that her smile had anything to do with Wang Kai, whom he disliked.
Since he occasionally saw his mother smile at home, Jiang Yun didn't dwell on it. What surprised him more was her outfit that day.
In his memory, whether at home or at school, his mother usually dressed conservatively in dark-colored clothing. He had no idea she even owned such a white formal suit.
Moreover, there seemed to be traces of makeup on her face. Of course, as a young man, Jiang Yun's only criterion for judging whether a woman was wearing makeup was whether she had lipstick on.
He also vaguely noticed that his mother seemed to be wearing flesh-colored fishnet stockings?
But since Lin Mengjie had already walked to the front of the podium, Jiang Yun could no longer see her lower body and couldn't confirm whether it was an illusion or if she was really dressed like that.
For as long as Jiang Yun could remember, his mother had never changed her style of dressing. Moreover, the cosmetics at home were sparse, all outdated and inexpensive brands.
In Jiang Yun's heart, Lin Mengjie was an excellent and beautiful woman, but her decade-long adherence to the same style had left him somewhat aesthetically fatigued. Deep down, he actually wished his mother would change her attire.
In the past, when his mother was in a good mood, he had occasionally said things like, "Mom, you're so pretty—why don't you dress up a bit?" But each time, a single glance from Lin Mengjie had shut him down.
This time, for some unknown reason, his mother had taken the initiative to dress up and even wore such an outfit. Jiang Yun felt happy about it. After all, she was his mother, and her charm was something he took pride in.
However, as the class began with the customary "Stand up" greeting, Jiang Yun stopped dwelling on these thoughts and focused on the lesson.
The classroom fell silent, with only Lin Mengjie's voice echoing as she taught. All the students were attentively listening, except for Wang Kai in the corner, who leaned back in his chair with a playful smirk.
Wang Kai, too, was slightly stunned by Lin Mengjie's attire today. He knew in his heart that she had dressed up specifically for him, which filled him with a sense of smug satisfaction.
Moreover, this very Lin Mengjie—the homeroom teacher standing sternly at the podium, regarded by other students as an icy disciplinarian—would soon be kneeling beneath him, utterly at his mercy.
The thought alone made Wang Kai's pants tent slightly. As desire stirred within him, a sudden idea struck. When Lin Mengjie's gaze shifted in his direction, he raised his hand and crooked a finger.
Seeing Wang Kai's gesture, Lin Mengjie's face flushed slightly, and her lecturing voice faltered for a moment. But she quickly regained her composure, finished explaining the current topic, and wrote a practice problem on the blackboard.
"Everyone, try solving this problem. Practice is more important than rote memorization. You have... five minutes."
With that, she set down the textbook. The students immediately took out their notebooks and began working on the problem. The classroom filled with the sounds of pens scratching on paper and the soft murmurs of students thinking aloud.
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