Students and teachers who have made great progress

Thankfully, Jingwen's nightmare didn't come true. Several days passed without Pan Yixiang making any moves, and everything was peaceful.

Chen Weinian, not quite used to this situation, stroked his bald head and said, "How come this kid changed so suddenly? Not only has his academic performance improved by leaps and bounds, but he's also never late or absent from school. He's practically a model student!" The other teachers joked, "Director, are you feeling lonely? The students are all settled, but you're bored out of your mind?" Fang Xiaozhu immediately replied, "That's right! If there are no students needing tutoring, we'll be out of a job!" As for the "Pan Yixiang" bonus, after discussion, everyone decided to donate it to charity, hoping that this warm feeling would spread to more distant places.

"Let's send it in Pan Yixiang's name! Consider it accumulating some good karma for him." "Well said!" Chen Weinian exclaimed generously, pulling out his wallet to enthusiastically contribute, "I got the money from my wife today, no need to keep track, cash transaction!" While everyone was chatting and laughing, Jingwen sat quietly to the side, unable to participate in the conversation. She was afraid she would stutter if she opened her mouth, after all, lying was not her forte.

Before the storm, the weather was at its calmest. Every weekend, her phone was filled with text messages and messages, all from Pan Yixiang, demanding that she come to his place immediately. The later she delayed, the more messages he would send.

"Damn it! Why do I have to listen to my student's orders?" Jingwen complained as she dressed.

Stepping out of the living room, she found her older brother Jiang Zhihong reading the newspaper. He looked up and asked her, "Going out?" "Uh... a friend invited me to dinner." She clutched her purse, at a loss for words.

"Male or female?" Jiang Zhihong's question sounded like a father's, revealing his fatherly nature.

She pouted and replied, "Both men and women are fine, is that okay?"

"I didn't say it wasn't okay, why are you getting so angry? Aren't you afraid of getting wrinkles?" Jiang Zhihong loved teasing his little sister. "I'm going out anyway, I can give you a ride." "No need." She didn't want her older brother to run into Pan Yixiang; she already had enough troubles.

He immediately narrowed his eyes. "Hiding and trying to cover up your tracks, that's suspicious!" "Big brother, you're so annoying!" Opening the shoe cabinet, she didn't know which pair to choose, her mind inexplicably confused.

"When we were little, you loved to follow me around, and you even said you'd never get married and would always be our family's little princess. I never thought you'd look down on your older brother like this..." Jiang Zhihong became more and more resentful as he spoke, like a lonely old man.

"Okay, okay! Please, just give me a ride, okay?" Jingwen couldn't stand her older brother's self-inflicted suffering; even if he was joking, it made her feel guilty.

He knew this would happen, and his crying face turned into a smile in the blink of an eye. "It's my pleasure, please!" Jingwen knew she'd been tricked again. Although she was the only youngest daughter in the family and naturally received everyone's love, she was often teased to the point of being both amused and exasperated.

The two took the elevator to the parking lot, and Jiang Zhihong continued to probe for information. "I heard from Zhihan that a guy rode his bike to take you back. I wonder which lucky guy it was?" "A kind passerby gave me a ride on his bicycle. Is that answer satisfactory?" She deliberately made up a story.

"Oh~~" He paused for a moment. "So, to repay his kindness, you're going to treat him to dinner today?" "Big brother, are you ever going to stop?" She was really being driven crazy.

Jiang Zhihong stroked her hair, overwhelmed with emotion. "Do you know that the three of us brothers agreed to wait until you get married before we even talk about our own marriages?" "Stop messing around! What if I never get married in my life?" He paused for a few seconds, then said sadly, "Then three women will suffer because of you." "That's ridiculous!" Jingwen couldn't stand the excessive concern and said rebelliously, "Fine, I'll become a lesbian and find a woman to marry." "It's okay, as long as you're happy." "Sigh!" She surrendered, obediently got into the car, and stopped complaining.

From childhood to adulthood, every time a boy asked her out, she was thoroughly interrogated and strictly monitored. She had one relationship each in high school and college, both ending without a trace. The other person's reason was always the same: "Your three brothers are too outstanding; I don't think I'm good enough for you." After starting work, she rarely thought about relationships and was even willing to accept her mother's arrangements. After all, their taste was far superior to hers; why argue with her dearest family?

Now that Pan Yixiang has appeared, she only hopes that the truth can be concealed and the matter can be delayed for as long as possible.

Along the way, Jiang Zhihong talked endlessly about his childhood, as if those memories were right before his eyes, and he remembered every single detail.

"Didn't Ah Hai next door say he wanted to marry you? And what happened? He changed his mind when he went to junior high, changing girlfriends one after another, completely forgetting about it!" Jiang Zhihong was furious, pounding the steering wheel with both hands. "Men's promises are just empty words, don't believe them, they need our verification!" Jingwen almost laughed out loud. "That happened when I was in first grade, please forget about it, okay?" Jiang Zhihong was serious. "This is a lesson from the past, we must learn from it and not let history repeat itself!" "Okay, okay, you're right." She didn't want to argue with him; that would be a waste of energy. "Brother, I'll get off here." Arriving near the department store, with its crowds and cars, she needed to blend in easily.

"Where's your friend?" He looked around, seeing people coming and going on the street. Who would be the lucky one?

She had already prepared her answer, "We're meeting at the restaurant on the second floor. Are you going to come up with me to wait? That's ridiculous! I'm not a child anymore." "Sigh! I'll let you off the hook today. Introduce us another time." Jiang Zhihong decided not to put too much pressure on his younger sister, lest he destroy their budding relationship.

"Okay, go on!" Jingwen was too lazy to explain further. She got out of the car and buried herself in the crowd. Suddenly, someone grabbed her shoulder, followed by a low, husky voice, "Who was the person who drove you?" "Huh?!" She turned around sharply and saw Pan Yixiang standing behind her. "You scared me half to death!" His eyes were gloomy, like a cuckolded husband. "Tell me, who is that guy to you?" "He's my older brother..." She didn't understand where his anger came from. Strange, she was the teacher, so why was he questioning her?

He carefully searched her face, making sure she wasn't good at lying, before reluctantly nodding.

"What are you doing here?" Shouldn't it be her turn to ask him now? Let's see how she displays her teacherly authority.

"I forgot to buy tomatoes." He opened his shopping bag, and sure enough, there were a few red tomatoes.

"What did you buy tomatoes for?" she asked again, purely out of curiosity.

"To put on the salad." He answered crisply, "Come on, my house is just ahead." "Salad?" She was still confused, but seeing him stride away, she could only follow, persistently asking, "Did you make them yourself? How can you be so diligent? I don't believe it, did you buy them from a restaurant?" Pan Yixiang didn't give any answer, but between his brows, there was less pain and more happiness.

Along the way, Pan Yixiang deliberately kept his distance, communicating via mobile phone, "I'll go in first, wait ten minutes before coming in." Jingwen initially didn't understand his intention, but suddenly realized that he didn't want anyone to discover their whereabouts; after all, they were teacher and student, and this was to protect each other.

Sigh... How could she have let herself step into this forbidden zone? It felt like she'd done something shameful, how disgusting!

However, the moment she entered the house, her mood changed instantly. A sumptuous meal was laid out on the table, dozens of candles were lit, and romantic music played softly, making everything seem like a dream.

Pan Yixiang casually closed the door, observing the change in her expression, and said softly, "Welcome." "Did you prepare all this?" She turned to him and asked, "What's so special about today?" "Nothing much, just the seventy-eighth day since we met." He produced a large bouquet of roses from somewhere, her favorite pink.

She was stunned for a moment, "Just for such a simple reason?"

"You said it yourself, simplicity brings happiness." He handed her the bouquet and stole a kiss on her cheek. He had waited for this day for a long time, and all his first love feelings blossomed for her.

She felt incredulous, forgetting even to protest, staring blankly at the flowers, unable to describe the feelings in her heart.

"Wait a minute, let me make the salad first." He picked up the bag of tomatoes and headed towards the open kitchen, his knife skills deft and practiced, clearly used to cooking for himself.

She put down the bouquet, walked behind him, and hesitated before speaking, "I think I..." wasn't worth his effort, after all, she didn't love him!

"Do you like this salad dressing?" He suddenly turned his head, slipping his finger into her lips, wanting her to taste it.

"Uh..." She licked her lips, "It's quite delicious."

"I think so too." His voice was hoarse, his eyes darkening, his arms encircling her waist, and he lowered his head to kiss her, savoring the exquisite taste.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had originally wanted her to relax before proceeding, but seeing the tip of her tongue, his blood surged!

The salad dressing melted in their mouths, followed by a hot and frantic desire. She had to hold onto his shoulders tightly, because her legs were already weak, about to succumb to this urgent need.

His hands roamed over her hips, wanting to merge her into his body, to possess her. Every cell in his body screamed: he wanted this woman, he wanted her to be his woman!

"Stop..." Jingwen began to tremble. Could she really be falling into this trap of love?

Fortunately, he still had some reason. He breathed heavily in her ear, "Sometimes I really hate you... for making me fall in love with you..." How was she supposed to answer that? She didn't understand why herself.

"You have to take responsibility, it's all your fault!" He was so angry that his teeth itched. He bit her neck, tormenting and teasing her. He had thought he wouldn't be blinded by love, but it turned out he was madly in love!

"No... others will see!" She squirmed in his arms, begging for mercy, only deepening his lust.

The clock on the wall chimed, like the school bell ringing, calming them down a little. He pulled her to sit at the dining table. "Don't move, or I'll eat you up!" How dare she disobey his decree? Although she was four years older than him, she was absolutely certain he could do this or that to her at any time… and he would definitely do this or that… Oh my god! She'd better not think about it anymore… The salad finally arrived, and they sat down to eat in silence. Fortunately, there was music, so the atmosphere wasn't too awkward.

From appetizers and main courses to desserts and fruits, Jingwen was deeply impressed by everything. How could there be such a genius in the world? He did everything effortlessly, and she believed he could handle any job if he wanted to.

Pan Yixiang didn't eat much; seeing her satisfied was his pleasure. He simply mentioned, "In four months, after graduation, everything will be much easier." "What will be much easier?" she asked, putting down her juice.

"Then we won't have to hide anymore."

"We?" That word was strange. Were they already "we"?

Instead of answering, he asked, "What gift will you give me when I get into university?" "Who asks for a gift?" Although she said that, she secretly wanted to celebrate for him, but unfortunately, she couldn't cook, crochet, or bake cakes, let alone talk about love; she still held back.

He stared into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Only you can give me what I want. I want you." "You!" Her whole face turned red, from her cheeks to her earlobes, burning from his flirtatious words, and images of lovemaking flashed through her mind.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "You're such a rascal. You're thinking about something wicked, aren't you?" "You... how could you laugh at a teacher?" The angrier she got, the redder she became, like an innocent and helpless little girl.

"Yes, it was all my fault for being rude. I'm sorry." He stopped teasing her, took her small hand, and slipped a ring onto her finger without a word. He had a matching ring on his left hand, just a slightly different size.

"What are you doing? I don't want to!" She had neither agreed nor promised, so how could she wear the ring he had given her? This was such a sacred vow!

"Try taking it off." He stopped smiling, his tone stern. "If I see you not wearing it, whether at school or on the street, I'll make sure you're the center of attention." He had spent so much time choosing these rings, and they wouldn't be changed until their wedding day.

"What do you want? Don't do anything rash!" Didn't he care what others thought?

"Right now, I'm just protecting you, not myself." He kissed her finger lightly, then bit it punishingly. "I have nothing to lose. I've died countless times already." His expression, his words, sent chills down her spine. Why would such a self-destructive boy choose her as his reason for living?

As if sensing her fear, he softened his tone, saying, "If you become my woman, you will be the happiest woman." Perhaps she was confused, or perhaps it was just a momentary illusion, but at that moment, she actually believed him.

"Come here." He pulled her to her feet and led her to the blue-themed bedroom. Before her was a double bed, and her eyes widened in surprise. Did he intend to…? He promptly dispelled her doubts. "I won't do anything to you. I just want to hold you and lie here quietly for half an hour. I'll take you home later." "Why do you want to do that?" She didn't understand. How strange!

"Since I was five, I've always slept alone. I want to know what it feels like to have someone lying next to me." He said this with a hint of shyness. He actually craved another person's warmth—how childish!

"Don't your parents have time to keep you company?" She regretted asking as soon as the question left her lips. From his eyes, she could tell it was because they were afraid of this peculiar son.

He fell silent, led her to the bed, pulled up the thin blanket, and embraced her, letting out a deep sigh—a sigh born of over a decade of loneliness.

A pang of pain shot through her heart, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch his face, hoping to offer him some warmth. He rubbed her hand against his, like a lonely child hoping someone would notice his presence.

In the dim light, they forgot the world, forgot time and space; only this embrace was real—eternal.

With a ring on her finger and a new phone, Jiang Jingwen seemed to have become Pan Yixiang's girlfriend. Whether she agreed or not, he truly believed it.

At school, he always ignored her, making it seem as if they had no connection, but privately he frequently texted her, pouring out all his explicit love words.

The counselor no longer needed to call for Pan Yixiang, because he had become a reformed "model student," never late, never leaving early, never taking leave, and excelling academically. All the teachers and students felt relieved, deeply realizing that education was indeed meaningful.

Once outside of school, Pan Yixiang would not only "order" Jingwen to his place, but also take her for bike rides to the suburbs, where he would indulge in his mischief when no one was around. However, he never went all the way; he wanted to wait for the most opportune moment to prove to her that he was a real man.

Life could have continued peacefully until Pan Yixiang's graduation, the day his ban was lifted. Not only did he think so, but Jingwen thought so too; at least she could be more comfortable on campus.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and the plot always takes a turn—otherwise, how could life imitate a play, and a play imitate life?

Right after spring break, a new math teacher arrived at the school. Actually, there was nothing special about it, except that he happened to be the principal's beloved son, and also young, single, and looking for a girlfriend.

Zhang Zherui, who had returned from studying abroad, had a distinctly Western air about him, and his tastes were like those of Western men: he preferred long, dark-haired Chinese girls. And here, Jiang Jingwen was his favorite.

The math department and the tutoring office were completely unrelated, yet he managed to come and go freely, dropping by, bringing snacks—all the tutors knew him and welcomed him anytime.

"I didn't expect the principal's son to be so approachable." Fang Xiaozhu was the first to see through Zhang Zherui's intentions and deliberately said it to Jingwen. "I heard that he will take over as principal in five years. I wonder who will be the principal's wife then?" Jingwen didn't even look up and casually replied, "We'll know when the time comes." "Do you think he might take a fancy to one of the female teachers at the school?" "I don't know." Jingwen still didn't think much of it.

Fang Xiaozhu was at her wit's end. "Dear junior, your flaw is that you're too naive. Can you use your imagination a little? The principal's son is single! Don't you feel anything?" Jingwen finally thought about it seriously. "Should I feel anything?" "Maybe you're the future principal's wife!" "I don't want to be the principal's wife, I just want to be a counselor." "You can have both, why not?" Fang Xiaozhu kindly reminded this ignorant junior, "All the male teachers at our school are already in relationships. You're counseling students every day, how will you have a chance to date? Now that you have the best candidate, why not seize the opportunity?" "It's okay, my mom said that if I'm not married by the time I'm twenty-five, she'll arrange everything for me." Jingwen used her mother's words as an excuse, which wasn't actually a lie.

"What era are we living in? You're such a good daughter!" Fang Xiaozhu rolled her eyes, admitting defeat.

Jingwen stuck out her tongue innocently. At this moment, a familiar male voice came, "Who are you calling a good daughter?" This man was none other than Zhang Zherui, dressed in a sharp suit.

Fang Xiaozhu replied with a beaming smile, "Of course it's our Jingwen!" "Why?" Zhang Zherui knew the answer already. He had already heard enough inside information and thought to himself that his judgment was indeed correct. Jingwen wasn't swayed by his family background—what a wonderful and rare woman!

"Ask her yourself! I'm going to pick up my husband's homemade lunch." Taking advantage of everyone being out for a meal, Fang Xiaozhu decided to do a favor and give the young people a chance to develop their relationship.

"Senior..." Jingwen's calls were useless. In the blink of an eye, only she and Zhang Zherui remained. It was all because of her senior's words that she suddenly felt strange.

Zhang Zherui sat down opposite her, a dashing smile on his lips. "Teacher Jiang, are you a good daughter?" "How should I know? You can ask my parents." She replied somewhat unhappily.

"Really? I can come to your house?" Zhang Zherui was overjoyed.

"Just kidding." Bringing him home out of nowhere would surely lead to her whole family pressuring her to marry him!

He deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumping abruptly. "You seem to dislike me?" All the teachers in the school were kind to him, but Jiang Jingwen remained unmoved.

"No!" She only thought he was lively and cheerful, so of course she didn't dislike him.

"Not disliking someone means you like them?" Today he was determined to get an answer, since she had made him so infatuated.

"Teacher Zhang, what do you mean by that?" She looked at him suspiciously, wondering if she was overthinking things; this conversation seemed unusual.

"Haven't you noticed that I'm always hanging around you?" His pride was severely wounded. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the focus of attention for girls; how could anyone not have feelings for him?

She had already made her point clear, and even if Jingwen was naive, she couldn't pretend to be. She could only force a smile and politely refuse, "Uh… I think we can be good friends, good colleagues." Zhang Zherui's face turned pale. He had truly met his nemesis; this woman didn't want him at all!

"Excuse me, I need to go to the library to look up some information." She wasn't good at handling this kind of situation; it was best to slip away first.

"Wait a minute!" He suddenly grabbed her hand, his grip surprisingly strong.

"Teacher Zhang, you..." He couldn't let things get awkward between them!

He took a deep breath and uttered lines he'd never spoken before, "Please give me a chance, let me prove I'm worthy. You'll find I'm your best choice." "I believe you're excellent, outstanding... but I..." She was already tightly bound by another man; if she dared to break free, it would surely cause a huge uproar.

As the two faced each other, footsteps sounded outside the door, along with the voice of the previous teacher, Chen Weinian, "Aren't you tired from moving so many books? I'll treat you to a drink." The polite student replied, "I'm not tired, thank you, teacher." Jingwen was stunned. Wasn't that her number one nemesis—Pan Yixiang?

Although it was only for a moment, Chen Weinian and Pan Yixiang both saw—Zhang Zherui holding Jiang Jingwen's hand, their expressions both strange, a bizarre atmosphere filling the room.

"Director, you've worked hard. I'll help too." Zhang Zherui quickly regained his composure and began to help Chen Weinian.

Chen Weinian, being an experienced man, inwardly applauded but outwardly remained calm. "Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Where can you find such an outstanding young man?" "You flatter me." Zhang Zherui moved the books to the table, turned to Pan Yixiang, and said, "This student, I'll take care of it. Why don't you have something to drink?" Pan Yixiang ignored him, put the books down, and walked out without a word.

Zhang Zherui stood there, stunned, wondering what was going on today? How could he, a heartthrob, have been rejected twice in a row?

Chen Weinian smoothed things over, saying, "That kid doesn't like to talk, don't mind him." "Oh!" Zhang Zherui nodded. "What's his name?" "Pan Yixiang, the student who got a perfect score on the math test last time." Chen Weinian smiled proudly and said, "He's a model student in our counseling office. He used to have trouble even graduating from high school, but now he'll have no problem getting into a national university." Zhang Zherui immediately chimed in, "Of course, with such a good counselor, even the most hopeless student has hope." "Then I wouldn't dare boast, haha!" Chen Weinian knew a bit of humility.

Jingwen coughed. "Uh, I'm going to the library, goodbye, you two." Without waiting for their response, she lowered her head, picked up her books, and walked away. She desperately needed some alone time to calm her racing heart!

Watching Jingwen's retreating figure, Zhang Zherui seemed lost in thought, his face showing melancholy.

Chen Weinian noticed the young man's troubled thoughts and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Take it slow, don't rush things." "Director, do you think I have any hope?" Zhang Zherui had never felt despair before, but now he saw no hope at all.

"Didn't you just say that even the most hopeless student has hope? Of course you have hope too!" Chen Weinian added, "Don't give up easily. You only know the result after you've tried your best." Zhang Zherui puffed out his chest upon hearing this. "Thank you, you're a great tutor." "Hmm... I think so too." Chen Weinian accepted the praise. In Pan Yixiang, he saw his younger self, once unsure of where to go, until he discovered his reason for living—a process that shone brightly.

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