Living With My Yandere Professor

Chapter 128: Stockings

"Alright, your sister isn’t that bad. Stop trying to pin the blame on her."

"Isn’t my sister bad? If she were to transmigrate into a fantasy novel, she’d be a top-tier abbot."

"That’s still a little better than you."

Scarlett suppressed a laugh and muttered a sarcastic remark about Andrew.

Hearing this, Andrew got agitated, "What’s wrong with me? I’m an honest, upright, innocent, and kind boy, okay?"

( Hannah and others: Oh right, right!)

Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh out loud at such a shameless remark, "How did you manage to hold back your laughter when you said that?"

"I am telling the truth, and I only use a little trick occasionally."

As Andrew spoke, he lowered his voice and leaned close to Scarlett, whispering with a grin, "This is also so I can spend more time with you, Scar."

"Pervert, get out of my way."

Scarlett pouted, looking disgusted, and pushed Andrew’s face away with her left hand.

"Oh dear, Scar, you know, couples need more interaction to make things interesting. Being too polite and respectful to each other is so boring."

Scarlett was immune to Andrew’s glib tongue and bluntly exposed him, saying, "Just say you’re a womanizer, don’t give me so many excuses."

"Then I’m a good Scar too, you lewd one."

Sometimes Scarlett would really laugh at Andrew’s shamelessness, "Go eat your food, and if you behave, I’ll give you a reward."

"yes!"

After the two stopped joking around, Andrew was eating when he suddenly received a call from Hannah.

Andrew had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and go outside to answer the phone.

Scarlett watched as Andrew suddenly became serious and focused, putting down his chopsticks to answer the phone, and couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and sigh.

She clearly remembered that her father was like that when she was a child. One second the family would be chatting and laughing around the dinner table, and the next second he would receive a phone call and suddenly become serious.

If she’s lucky, her father will finish his phone call and continue eating; if she’s unlucky, he’ll just leave.

As Scarlett grew older, her father stopped smiling and only had a serious and indifferent expression, and the atmosphere at home gradually changed.

It’s becoming less and less like home. Andrew’s current state made her feel down.

She would rather Andrew continue to joke around with her like he did just now, instead of being as busy as he has been for the past week, not even having time to go home with her in the evening.

After making a phone call for a while, Andrew returned to the dining table. Seeing Scarlett’s dazed expression, he couldn’t help but ask, "Scar, what’s wrong? You seem a little unhappy?"

"No...it’s nothing, let’s continue eating."

Scarlett snapped out of her daze and continued eating. Andrew could tell that she was much more downcast and no longer seemed as relaxed as when she was joking around with him.

He hesitated whether to tell the truth, afraid of upsetting Professor Scarlett even more.

After a moment’s hesitation, Andrew decided it was better to tell the truth, as Professor Scarlett didn’t like him lying.

"Scar, I need to go back to the studio later. I have something to take care of, but it’ll be quick. Once I’m done, we can go shopping together."

"It’s alright, I’ll go with you. You go ahead and do what you need to do," Scarlett said calmly.

He then lowered his head and ate his food without saying anything more.

After dinner, the two said goodbye to Grandpa Parry and went to the school. After entering the studio, Scarlett, just like last time, simply listened quietly from the side.

Since it was evening, only Hannah and a few other long-time employees were there. They all knew that Scarlett was the boss’s wife, so there were no surprises.

Hannah could tell from the couple’s expression that they were about to go on a date, so she succinctly summarized what she wanted to say and sped up her speech.

"Four of our partner stores have suddenly made new demands. They disagree with your previous demands for lower prices, and if you insist on doing so, they will stop cooperating."

Hannah showed Andrew the names and locations of the four restaurants.

Andrew only glanced at it and knew that the four stores must have conspired together. He couldn’t help but sneer at this little trick.

"Okay, agree to their request. Don’t try to lower the price; just stick to the original prices on their menu."

"Huh? That’s all? But their original pricing was already quite high, and we also have to add the cost of hiring delivery drivers, which makes it two or three dollar more expensive than other similar food delivery platforms."

Hannah even suspected that Andrew made this foolish decision because he was eager to go out with Scarlett.

"We can make up for the extra cost through the software, but Mark Vane removed the store addresses of these four stores directly from the software."

"Erase the address? What’s the point?"

"It’s okay if you don’t understand. Just do as I say. After that, they will either obediently accept my price reduction or get lost."

Hannah nodded, and although she was puzzled, she did as instructed.

"And what about that campus tomb raiding competition? Didn’t the preliminary rounds start this weekend? How are the results? I’ve been busy looking for food delivery partners these past few days, so I haven’t had a chance to check."

"It was neither good nor bad. The results were similar to the Valorant campus tournament held last time, but it didn’t attract any new users. It was still mostly students from a few universities in Blackthorn City who participated in the tournament."

"That shouldn’t be the case. The top three prizes are all cash rewards this time. The first place winner gets at least nine thousand dollar. If it’s split equally among the three people, that’s three thousand dollar each. Nobody wants it?"

Andrew thought it didn’t make sense. Someone as stingy as Ethan would probably have his eyes light up at the sight of three thousand dollars.

"I don’t know." Hannah was also puzzled.

"Hannah, how many viewers are in the live stream?"

Andrew suddenly asked about the live broadcast room for the competition. Now, to attract college students from other cities, they basically rely on traffic generation.

"Hmm... not so good, not as many people watched as last time, but my commentary style is similar to last time, right? I’m imitating the kind of professional game commentary, and I even appeared on camera as you requested."

"Hiss— what’s going on?"

Andrew pondered where the problem lay. After looking Hannah up and down for a moment, he suddenly raised an eyebrow, "You wore this outfit when you were doing your live commentary."

"What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

Hannah looked at her short-sleeved shirt and long pants, which was a very normal everyday outfit; she usually dressed like this.

Andrew frowned and clicked his tongue, "Oh dear! It’s better not to show your face at all. How come you don’t even know how to attract game players?"

"You gamers watch matches just to see the players fight and win, right?" Hannah asked, puzzled.

"How could that be! Only the few people playing the game are thinking about winning."

Andrew vehemently denied it, "The audience comes to watch the commentary! Otherwise, why would they want to watch a dozen people typing on keyboards instead of starting a game themselves?"

"Look at me? What do you mean?"

Seeing that Hannah still didn’t understand, Andrew was too lazy to explain further and went straight to his request, "Do you have a JK skirt and stockings?"

"What?!"

These words caused a stir of surprise throughout the studio.

Mark Vane and the others, who were still coding and feeling quite overwhelmed, instantly perked up and looked up sharply, "Hmm!!!"

Scarlett, who was sitting not far away, frowned slightly as she listened, "What is this little thing up to now?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I’m asking you if you have it or not?"

Andrew asked again, and Hannah quickly thought for a moment before saying, "I do have a JK skirt, which I bought when I joined the dance club, but I don’t have any stockings."

"No problem, it’s not a big deal. Go to your dorm and change into your JK skirt."

"Oh? You really want to change it? But it’s already early winter, and it’s very cold."

"Then bring it here to exchange. There’s a locker room here anyway. You’re the only commentator, so it’s for you. Hurry up, the game starts tonight!"

Seeing how serious Andrew was, and that he wasn’t joking at all, Hannah quickly ran to get her dress.

Andrew then turned to Mark Vane and the others, "What are you looking at! Get back to work!"

Ten minutes later, Hannah returned, panting, and changed into her JK skirt.

Andrew looked her over carefully, then made another request, "This skirt is a bit too long. Pull it up a bit and show some of your thighs."

"..."

Hannah was speechless, but luckily she had studied dance, so this wasn’t something to be ashamed of.