My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 377 - 276: The Advancing Girl

Chapter 377: Chapter 276: The Advancing Girl

Zhao Rong knew that every time there was an awkward situation like this, it wouldn’t end well.

It was either going to be more embarrassing, or someone would walk in and it would be social death on the spot.

For instance, right now, Zhao Rong really wanted to ask the person outside the door, "You timed your entrance perfectly, didn’t you?"

But then again, he thought, if that person had pushed the door open even later, they might have walked in on something even more embarrassing...

With this thought, Zhao Rong felt much more comfortable. However, he immediately froze, thinking to himself, what more embarrassing things do I still have to go through with this ’difficult little miss Zhu,’ isn’t being touched on the head by her embarrassing enough?

At this moment, inside the Yilan Pavilion, known by the sign ’Elegance of the Orchid Pavilion.’

About three breaths of silence fell over the room after the door was opened by someone, followed by a gasp from a female voice.

Zhao Rong, with an expression of speechlessness, instantly shrank back, dodging Zhu Yourong’s devilish hand.

Zhu Yourong, as if a thousand thoughts had passed in a flash, retracted her hand that shouldn’t have been placed on the forehead of the gentleman, as quickly as if she had touched a red-hot branding iron.

In front of the desk, the evasive movements of the man and woman coincided almost at the same moment. Afterward, they both turned their heads to look towards the door almost simultaneously.

They saw a blue-clothed female Attendant Student with a hat askew on her little head, a bit of grayish-black smudge on her left cheek. Currently, her mouth was slightly open as her usually bright and shiny large eyes were wide, frozen in a gaze at the two before the desk.

One was her beloved Teacher, and the other was a man whom Teacher seemed to be quite fond of his writing and apparently didn’t dislike as much anymore.

But right now... what are you guys doing? Aren’t things progressing a bit too fast?!

With one foot over the threshold and the other still outside, Attendant Student Jingzi held a cylindrical bamboo tea canister she was about to bring into the study. However, the scene she just stumbled upon had her mind in disarray, feeling as though all the surroundings in her field of vision had gone mad:

Where is this, is this the study, why did I come here, that’s my Teacher, where is your hand, Teacher, oh dear, what’s swinging in and out of sight, why aren’t you tightly clothed around your chest, having a man in the room, yet you lean so close, smiling as you stroke his big head...

The blue-clothed female Attendant Student’s mind was filled with little question marks, and then she saw the two people before the desk simultaneously shrink back and withdraw their hands as if their ’illicit affair’ had been discovered, and then posed as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Yourong even straightened out her Confucian robe, but this gesture of fixing her clothing once more implicated a certain territory, which in Jingzi’s eyes was exclusively for her dining hall but now seemed to be very likely to be encroached upon by someone’s sovereignty, thus putting her status in great jeopardy, and for a moment, it was as if ’the waves were raging.’

At this very moment, in front of the desk, both Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong, upon seeing the usually bustling little girl standing there with a dumbfounded expression, couldn’t help but frown. They glanced at each other and then turned their heads away again.

Zhu Yourong cleared her throat and was about to speak.

Zhao Rong, however, was not hesitant or reluctant. He stepped forward decisively and said with furrowed brows in a clear voice, "Miss Jingzi, it’s not what you’re thinking. Listen..."

Bang————!

His words were cut off as the study fell quiet once more because both the sunshine and the figure of the blue-clothed female Attendant Student had been shut out...

Outside.

Jingzi, with lightning speed, grabbed the doorknob with both hands, slammed the door shut, turned around, and ran off.

She didn’t even know where she was running to, just that running would settle it all.

Under the sunlight, along the flower-lined path, Jingzi clutching the tea canister as she ran, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"I won’t listen to your excuses, hmph, I won’t disturb you either. I understand, I’ll leave, so you won’t think to yourself that Jingzi is in the way, calling me an annoying ghost, boo hoo hoo..."

In Jingzi’s arms, the tea canister was filled with freshly plucked orchid tea leaves.

She had earlier risked her life, wielding a little spade to dig up the bamboo root mud near the Zunjing Pavilion, and after filling the Sumeru Object with it, she ran back. Jingzi had carefully studied this bamboo root mud and found it was indeed very suitable for cultivating orchids, a top-notch substance for orchid care.

Lately, she suddenly thought of Zhao Ziyu, who had given her the suggestion, and felt that this fellow... seemed quite nice. It seemed that she might, perhaps, possibly have been too bad-tempered before, misunderstanding him, and later when Teacher made her pour tea as an apology, he appeared quite magnanimous, not making things difficult for her...

Jingzi felt somewhat embarrassed, so she went to the small tea garden, personally picked these dew-kissed tea leaves, and brought them back, knowing that Zhao Rong was likely visiting Teacher at Yilan Pavilion to mooch some tea.

Thus, she took the canister and made her way to Yilan Pavilion, pushed open the door with ease, and that was when she encountered the scene just now...

Jingzi truly hadn’t expected that Zhao Ziyu wasn’t here just to mooch some tea; he was here to mooch her Teacher!

Such a deep ploy; are all the students of the Academy this dishonest these days, scheming so deeply even Teacher isn’t spared?

Boo hoo hoo, she had been too careless; she should not have left them alone. She should have entered Yilan Pavilion with him to snuff out this dangerous little flame in its cradle, but now...

Jingzi lifted the back of her hand, rubbed her eyes, as if sand had got in them, took a sniff and turned back to glance at the distant Yilan Pavilion tucked among the trees.

Jingzi pouted and mumbled to herself.

"Boo hoo, Teacher, you’ve moved too fast."

Aside from the time you’ve interacted in spirit with Zhao Ziyu, it’s been less than half a month since you met and recognized each other.

"How... how did you get so close to him so quickly?"