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When Zhou Qinyan returned to the study with a serious expression, my secondary account was instantly bombarded with messages:
"Teacher, I found out you were right. Today was the first time I had prolonged contact with her, and it was during a massage. She is so soft and fragrant that I almost couldn't resist pressing down further. I wanted to massage her waist and... Oh dear, I've said too much. Teacher, what should I do next?"
I thought to myself: Wasn't it just a neck and shoulder massage? What a creep! I knocked on my own head to shake off the distracting thoughts. Then I quickly typed, "The core of being a substitute is imitation; only when the imitation is on point can it be considered qualified."
I wanted to know who exactly he was trying to imitate. He replied swiftly, "I've been imitating her college senior, but recently it's not going well. She hardly pays attention to me anymore. Is there something I've missed?"
I was speechless: "Is it possible that you've mistaken your target?"
He firmly denied it: "No way! I saw her give that senior a love letter with my own eyes!"
As he spoke, he sent me a photo. In the picture were me and an unfamiliar guy. Wasn't this a photo from when I was handing out flyers during college?
I was at a loss for words, unsure whether to call Zhou Qinyan foolish or naive. How could he not see that it was a pink flyer?
He continued to bombard me with messages: "That senior got married right after graduation. My wife went to the wedding and cried silently in the corner!"
He sent another photo.
The wedding was lively, filled with joy and laughter, while I stood in the corner, leaning against a pillar and wiping away my tears. At first glance, it was indeed a pitiful sight.
I recalled that it was the wedding of our Senior Club Member. That day, I had gotten chili oil in my eyes, and after rinsing them, they were still red and irritated. When I stepped outside, I was still rubbing my eyes when…
“Teacher, can you understand? I’m so heartbroken for my wife. She suffered so much in that fruitless relationship. I have to be the perfect substitute to win her love back and make her stop crying!”
As I watched the messages pop up on the screen, I felt a headache coming on. I tried to remind him, “Why don’t you ask your wife? It might just be a misunderstanding.”
He hesitated a bit, “How do I even bring that up? She’ll get angry.”
I patted my chest and assured him, “Don’t worry, she won’t be angry.”
After some coaxing and persuasion from me, he finally nodded.
“Alright, I’ll give it a try. But Teacher, don’t let me lose face!”
Before leaving, he added with a fierce look, “If she ends up hating me because of this, you’ll no longer be my teacher!”
I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he stopped calling me teacher.
Hearing the sound of the door lock upstairs, I immediately tossed my phone aside and pretended to lie casually on the sofa.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zhou Qinyan walking with a bit of stiffness.
I looked up at him, feigning ignorance.
He slowly sat down beside me and cleared his throat.
I remained silent, watching how he would perform.
He didn’t expect me not to respond and suddenly seemed a bit flustered.
He remained silent for a minute.
He shifted in his seat, looking a bit restless.
I still didn’t say anything.
After another two minutes, he began to scratch his head in frustration.
Finally, he casually pulled out his phone and said,
“Uh, by the way, Ma Qiang’s company seems to be raising funds?”
The name Ma Qiang rang a bell for me.
He was Senior Sister’s husband.
I blinked and asked, “Who is Ma Qiang?”
Zhou Qinyan looked momentarily taken aback.
A hint of confusion crossed his usually stern face as he replied,
“Your senior from university. You really don’t remember him?”
I shook my head firmly. “I don’t know him.”
Zhou Qinyan’s brow twitched slightly; he swiped a few times on his phone and said nonchalantly,
“Then I must have remembered incorrectly.”
I watched him stand up and turn to head upstairs, his steps light.
As soon as he closed the door, my phone began to vibrate.
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