I just want to be a salted fish quietly Chapter 138

Back at the hotel, Lin Xian instructed Yu Jing to book him two tickets back to Jinling for tomorrow morning.

Then he transferred 100, 000 yuan to Tang Ping and sent him the information about Liao Jie’s daughter.

After doing all this, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.

He needed to return to a normal routine; otherwise, being nocturnal would be bad for his health.

…

In the classroom.

The bell for the end of class rang, and during the 15-minute break of the long class, many people walked out of the classroom.

Ling Youyu, as usual, sat alone in the back row, showing no intention of getting up.

Glancing at the empty seat beside her, the little girl felt a bit down, and her mind couldn’t help but wander.

He didn’t come again today.

It had been three days already.

Did her reaction in the cafeteria last time make Lin Xian misunderstand?

Thinking of this, Ling Youyu couldn’t help but pull a long face.

She didn’t mean to; that feeling of nervousness was something she couldn’t control at all.

“Oh, how can I not be nervous!”

Ling Youyu rested her chin on her hands, feeling troubled.

“What are you thinking about?”

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded beside her.

Ling Youyu didn’t even turn her head; just hearing the voice, her small face immediately flushed red.

Seeing this, Lin Xian couldn’t help but shake his head and smile.

Still the familiar taste, the familiar recipe.

“N-N-N-No… thinking… what am I thinking!”

The little girl struggled to finish her sentence, secretly glancing at him. Seeing Lin Xian smilingly looking at her, she immediately turned her head away.

Lin Xian pinched her small face, feeling the smooth, bouncy touch, and gently asked, “Did you miss me these past few days?”

Speaking of which, pinching her face was addictive.

That slightly baby-fat, soft yet incredibly elastic feel made one unable to stop.

If possible, Lin Xian could pinch it all day without his hand getting tired.

Hearing this, Ling Youyu’s face turned even redder, even her fair neck was tinged with a blush.

“Yes!”

The little girl lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito.

Lin Xian said, “What did I teach you a few days ago? Be confident, lift your head!”

Hearing this, Ling Youyu slowly raised her head, her eyes darting around, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

“Look into my eyes!”

Lin Xian looked directly at her, encouraging her.

Ling Youyu weakly said, “N-N-N-No… I-I-I’ll… I’ll faint…”

This…

For a moment, Lin Xian was a bit dumbfounded.

“Forget it, let’s take it step by step!”

It seemed he still had to take it one step at a time, letting her slowly get used to it.

For example, now that he was pinching her little face, her reaction wasn’t as strong as before.

Ling Youyu didn’t think so much; she simply felt very happy, very blissful.

Because Lin Xian was back and sitting beside her again.

That was all.

The 15-minute break passed quickly, and students also returned to their classrooms one after another.

Zhang Kai walked up, surprised, “Holy cow, Brother Lin, when did you come back?”

“Is there a need to be so surprised?” Lin Xian raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Kai really wanted to say, why are you so surprised, don’t you know?

After so many years of school, how many times have you taken leave?

But thinking that saying so would likely get him beaten to death, Zhang Kai changed his words, “Hehe, isn’t it because I missed you!”

Lin Xian glanced at a few people and asked, “Huh, where’s Old Wang? He dares to skip a professional class?”

“Brother Wang twisted his back; he’s lying in the dorm now!” Zhang Kai said with a strange expression.

“Twisted his back?”

Lin Xian was stunned; he vaguely remembered Wang Zejing seemed to have used this excuse before.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Kai explained, “Last time was fake; this time his back is really twisted. We accompanied him to the hospital for a check-up.”

“What was the reason?” Lin Xian immediately became interested and asked curiously.

Zhang Kai lowered his voice, winking, “Overexertion!”

“Pfft!”

Lin Xian almost couldn’t hold it in and spat out a mouthful of water.

After coughing twice, he finally spoke, “I told him long ago that the senior year students at our Nan Cai, especially those in the Foreign Language Department, are not something ordinary people can handle, but he just wouldn’t believe it. Zhang Kai, you need to learn from this!”

“Brother Lin, teach me how to date!”

Sitting beside him, Zhang Kai said with an expectant look.

Don’t look at him mocking Wang Zejing just now; in his heart, he was incredibly envious.

Boys of this age have an unparalleled impulse and fantasy about dating and that kind of thing.

Lin Xian glanced at him and said, “Date what? Is the novel not good anymore, or is the game not fun? Just close your eyes at night, and you’ll have everything in your dreams, won’t you?”

Zhang Kai remained silent, giving him a middle finger in his heart, then stood up and sat down next to Lei Hongguang.

It wasn’t that Lin Xian wouldn’t teach him, but there was a precedent.

Wang Zixuan was an example.

This guy Zhang Kai was no different from Wang Zixuan, equally outwardly reserved but inwardly passionate.

This long class was a professional one, International Finance.

Lin Xian pulled out the book “The Secret to Sketching” and quietly read it.

Although drawing, like hard-pen calligraphy, only improves with practice, one cannot just blindly practice hard. Some techniques and professional knowledge should be supplemented.

Especially for a complete beginner like Lin Xian, basic instruction was very important.

To freely express oneself and practice hard, one must at least wait until after getting started and mastering various drawing techniques.

With [Absolute Focus] activated, Lin Xian immediately entered a sage mode, instantly transforming into a sponge, constantly absorbing knowledge from the book.

Ling Youyu, on the other hand, rested her chin on one hand, listening attentively to the lecture, occasionally turning her head to glance at Lin Xian, her gem-like eyes full of happiness.

It had to be said that a man who was serious had infinite charm.

Not only Ling Youyu, but many girls in the front rows frequently turned their heads to secretly peek at him.

Liking him was one thing, but genuinely mustering the courage to actively strike up a conversation was rare among the girls.

Mainly because Lin Xian was too outstanding.

Whether it was his appearance, temperament, or character, he was almost the template of a perfect male god.

This made them feel a lot of pressure.

Qi Zhenzhen looked at Lin Xian with a complicated expression, suddenly feeling a bit envious of Ling Youyu.

If she hadn’t hesitated back then and had been the first to bring him water, it should be her sitting beside him now!

If Lin Xian knew her thoughts, he would definitely say, “Girl, you’re overthinking it.”

If a girl’s looks were below 90 points, he wouldn’t even consider her; he was that arrogant.

Actually, it wasn’t really arrogance; it was mainly because long-term interaction with high- beauties like Yan Xiaoman and Zhang Mengyao unconsciously raised his standards.

Just like when Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing first saw Lin Xian, they didn’t think he was that handsome.

Because there were too many handsome guys and beautiful girls at Jin Yi, after seeing so many, one’s standards naturally became higher.