Chapter 532: Chapter 532: Tragic Male Protagonist
The single dormitory for the school’s teachers consists of two residential buildings behind the school. Typically, it’s a one-bedroom apartment, about twenty square meters, a very small dormitory.
Teacher Zhao’s dormitory is on the second floor, with ordinary decoration but complete with a sofa, TV, furniture, and appliances. It has a burgundy carpet, clean and tidy. It’s quite impressive for a male teacher’s place to maintain such cleanliness.
Dean Li smiled and said to Xu Xiangbei, "Our dormitory conditions may not be high-end, but they’re equipped with kitchen and bathroom facilities, fridge, washing machine, and electric water heater, making life very convenient."
Teacher Zhao hurriedly came over with a suit. He was wearing glasses, looking scholarly, but because he ran too fast, beads of sweat appeared on his fair forehead.
These are brand name suits issued to the teachers. Although the brand and quality don’t match Armani, they are from well-known domestic brands, with excellent texture and trendy styles.
Dean Li warmly instructed Xu Xiangbei, "The electric water heater needs to be turned on first. Here, we have a two-kilowatt capacity; in five minutes, a tank of water will be ready. Xu Advisor, you can watch TV for five minutes, and then you can take a shower. After showering, just close the dormitory door. We’ll be waiting for you in the dean’s office."
"I know, thank you. I’ll take at most twenty minutes to shower. See you at the dean’s office."
Teacher Zhao and Dean Li gently closed the door and left, leaving Xu Xiangbei alone.
He turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the news. After watching the news for a few minutes, he estimated that the water heater had heated the water, and Xu Xiangbei prepared to take a shower.
While undressing, his watch fell under the sofa, so he lay on the carpet to find his watch.
At this moment, the dormitory door squeaked open, and a crisp, melodious female voice echoed: "Teacher Zhao, the dry-cleaned clothes are ready. Are you here? Oh, Teacher Zhao isn’t here, why is the door unlocked and the TV still on?"
Xu Xiangbei, with his butt in the air searching for his watch, heard someone enter, and it was a girl! Terrified, he quickly lay flat on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
He definitely didn’t want the girl to see him. He was annoyed that Dean Li didn’t lock the door properly when leaving, allowing someone to come in so easily.
Through the gap under the sofa, he saw a pair of female sneakers. Xu Xiangbei thought, hurry up and leave, don’t bother me while I’m showering.
But it seemed the girl wasn’t telepathic with him; not only did she not leave, she walked into the room and gently closed the door.
The sound of wind indicated an item being thrown onto the sofa, while the girl stood still by the door, doing who knows what.
Who is this girl, really annoying. She’s returned the clothes but still hanging around here. What’s the idea of a girl running into a male teacher’s single dormitory?
From the edge of the sofa, Xu Xiangbei secretly looked over, and at this sight, he was even more dismayed.
The girl was none other than his first love, Song Yuting, wearing a cute checkered dress. After tossing the clothes onto the sofa, she stood by the mirror near the door, seemingly tidying her hair.
After tidying her clothes and hair, she was attracted by the news on TV, which was broadcasting the arrest of actress Lu Yao for the alleged murder of her godfather Lu Jingyun.
Song Yuting walked over near the sofa, her attention fully on the TV: "How could she do this? I really liked her; it’s so unbelievable."
Xu Xiangbei hid behind the sofa, listening to her footsteps, finding a suitable position to avoid Song Yuting’s view.
Several times, Xu Xiangbei almost exposed himself, but luckily, Song Yuting’s attention was fixated on the TV, not conceiving that anyone would be lying behind the sofa.
Her legs were crystal clear, snow-white and slender. Half the reason Xu Xiangbei liked Song Yuting was her perfectly flawless legs.
However, he solely admired them from afar, never having seen Song Yuting’s legs this close.
Feeling a bit tired standing, she remembered the sofa behind her and leaned back to sit on the sofa arm.
She felt stepping onto something soft, then involuntarily fell backward, surprisingly landing on a soft, warm cushion instead of hitting the floor.
Curious, she touched it with her hand, and felt a tough, resilient surface. Her face turned pale, realizing she was sitting on a man’s body!
Like getting an electric shock, she jumped up with a scream.
"Song Yuting, keep it down, it’s me."
Song Yuting was so surprised her jaw almost dropped to the floor; the person she was sitting on was Xu Xiangbei.
She was both embarrassed and angry, her face flushed with redness, quickly turning around, half-laughing, half-crying: "Why is it you again, you really are like a ghost haunting me. What are you doing here?"
Xu Xiangbei smiled wryly, rubbing his arm which was stepped on painfully: "I was just here at Teacher Zhao’s place taking a shower, just undressed when you came in. I feared you might notice, so I hid under the sofa. Didn’t expect..."
Feeling her face burning, Song Yuting pouted slightly and asked: "If you shouted, I would have known you were here, and wouldn’t have come in. You silently lay under the sofa, who knew what you were thinking, lying there wasn’t to..."
Xu Xiangbei struggled to contain his laughter: "Don’t overthink, I’m quite innocent, absolutely wouldn’t have inappropriate thoughts toward you."
Saying this, Xu Xiangbei couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
Hearing Xu Xiangbei’s wicked laugh, Song Yuting’s beautiful face blushed even more, red up to her neck. She shyly stamped her foot: "What’s so funny? What’s so funny? Stop laughing."
Xu Xiangbei made his voice sound deep and magnetic: "I’m laughing at myself. I’ve imagined many scenes of our encounter, like a tragic hero in a film, yet never thought we’d actually meet under such circumstances."
