12 012 Naughty Old Man's Phone_1

"Little one, do you like White Rabbits?"

Xu Boyan laughed softly.

"Not bad." Lu Qingyi replied indifferently.

She had always understood a principle; even if she loved something, she should not show it openly.

Because she couldn't afford any weakness.

Her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket, Lu Qingyi took it out, frowning.

She waved the phone at Xu Boyan and moved away to answer the call.

"Oh, Qingyi, please come back soon. Old man really can't do without you."

Before she could speak, a petulant voice came through the phone.

Lun Boyan looked at messy files on the desk with a resentful face, his mood instantly deteriorating.

"You're about to lose your position as principal?" Lu Qingyi rubbed her temples, somewhat helpless.

Stubborn old man.

"Ah, why can't you hope for the old man to be better?"

Lun Boyan complained.

"Didn't you say you can't be without me? Now, how good can you be without me?"

Lu Qingyi joked, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth.

Lun Boyan and her grandfather were old college friends. They had a good relationship back then, which lasted until they grew old.

Naturally, having a good relationship with the grandfather also meant getting along well with the grandmother.

No love existed between the grandparents; back in that age, it was mainly about parental orders and the matchmaker's words.

Because of similar backgrounds and close ages, they got married.

Both were teachers and progressive thinkers, not as old-fashioned as others. Later, they got a divorce and lived separately.

Even though they divorced, they still kept in touch regularly, maintaining a good friendship.

"Little girl, the old man is considered your half-grandfather, right? You just watch me struggle, lose sleep and are indifferent to it?"

As Lun Boyan's voice softened, he started to pour out his grievances with seemingly endless complaints.

"Aren't you tired?"

Drama queen, Lu Qingyi knew the old man all too well.

She didn't remember how many times he'd used this trick to deceive her.

"I am tired. Without you, no one is managing the office data, and the students have started to provoke me. What's the point in being a student when you could've continued as a professor?"

"I've been a student too. I know their hardship. Why do you go through that when being a professor is more relaxed and has a higher salary?"

"The students are struggling. They can't sleep in class, can't use cellphones, can't read novels, and can't do anything unrelated to studying."

"..."

Lun Boyan spoke at length on the phone, emphasizing the negatives of being a student and the ease of being a professor.

He had no choice, he was trying to coax Lu Qingyi back.

His old classmate's granddaughter was indeed different, probably inherited the genes of the two old ones, frighteningly intelligent.

While others were preparing for high school after graduating from junior high, Lu Qingyi took the college entrance examination, then got admission to Hardrick. Later, she became a professor at Hardrick.

The youngest and strictest professor in history.

"I quite like it. If there's nothing else, I am going to hang up now."

Lu Qingyi was speechless.

Being a professor is easy?

She couldn't believe the old man could actually say that; she was about to be driven mad by those students.

She decisively hung up Lun Boyan's phone.

"Little one, who were you talking to for so long?"

Xu Boyan was quite curious. Seeing that Lu Qingyi's face was full of helplessness while on the phone amused him.

But why did he feel a bit stuffy inside?

"A childish old man."

Lu Qingyi didn't hide anything and replied indifferently.

In the following exams, Lu Qingyi was the one who finished the paper within the first twenty minutes and left the classroom.

Everyone in the exam room was dumbstruck.

It was indeed superb speed.

"Lu Qingyi, go fetch me a milk tea."

As Lu Qingyi was absorbed in reading a novel in her seat, a banknote was extended before her, along with a domineering voice.

"What do you mean, Ye Chenxuan?"

Jiang Yumeng immediately became upset, glaring at Ye Chenxuan.

"I know about their bet."

"Yes, we have to abide by the results of the bet."

"Everyone knows about the bet from class eighteen."

"Lu Qingyi is too arrogant. Even if she couldn't answer, she should have pretended to."

Sharp-eared classmates immediately started discussing.

Lu Qingyi was a transfer student, whereas Ye Chenxuan was a young master.

The details of their bet were locked in people's hearts early on.

Some people were waiting to watch the excitement.

No matter who won or lost, it would be eventful.

The beautiful transfer student, who was Lu Jiayue's real sister, followed Ye Chenxuan every day.

Or rather, the arrogant king Ye Chenxuan would be submissive to Lu Qingyi, who was harmless.

"The results haven't come out yet, what's the rush?"

Lu Qingyi closed her book, a sarcastic smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Ye Chenxuan laughed derisively: "Do you think you can score 600 points?"

From the beginning, he was confident about winning.

He never thought he would lose to Lu Qingyi.

He knew every student of Class 20; if Lu Qingyi were really capable, wouldn't the teachers of the previous class have robbed such a student?

Lu Qingyi raised her eyebrows: "We can reveal the results tomorrow. What's the rush? Are you scared that I will win?"

She looked at Ye Chenxuan with a half-smiling, half-serious expression.

Being a student wasn't as tiring as the old man claimed, but rather quite fun.

She used to be alone and instinctively avoided company. Now it seemed, some things were not as boring as she thought.

Upon meeting Lu Qingyi's eyes, Ye Chenxuan felt as if he had lost his advantage. He didn't know why he felt that way.

His heart was somewhat flustered.

"Exactly. Why the rush?" Jiang Yumeng took the words.

She was thinking that an extra day of stalling would be better.

To minimize her errand running and humiliation by one day – one day of peace, that was.

Ye Chenxuan was not a nice person, raised to be domineering and unruly by his family.

However, compared to him, his sister Ye Chenxi was even more detestable.

Ye Chenxi was also in Class 20, but she was a music student. She had gone for an arts examination and hadn't returned yet.

"Just wait," Ye Chenxuan sneered.

"Qingyi, do you want to transfer to another school?"

Jiang Yumeng, with a worried face, came close to Lu Qingyi and asked.

She was anxious inside.

The Lu family was so rich and influential; why not let Lu Qingyi transfer to another school. That way, she could avoid Ye Chenxuan.

"Why?" Lu Qingyi found it amusing.

Transfer?

If Lu Jiayue was here, why would she want to transfer? If she did, wouldn't Lu Jiayue start ridiculing her right away?

Moreover, she didn't feel any need to transfer; being here was quite good.

"The Lu family has always been suppressed by the Ye family; you know about this, right? Ye Chenxuan is the young master of the Ye family, arrogant and overbearing."

Jiang Yumeng said worriedly. She was worried that Lu Qingyi didn't know about Ye Chenxuan's background.