Chapter 17: The teacher is still a girlfriend
A Hasty Cleanup
“Counselor’s here, tidy up!”
Lin Lu sped up packing his suitcase.
His three roommates scrambled to clear their desks and beds.
Su Keke, watching their panic, recalled her freshman days and chuckled.
“Just a counselor—what’re you scared of?
They can’t eat you.”
By sophomore year, you’d realize counselors are nothing.
No awards, no major infractions?
No one stops your diploma.
Not for Lin Lu, though.
His ambitions—outstanding graduate status—made him vulnerable.
Plus, the counselor was his enemy.
If Zhuang Yan Yue pulled some mysterious strings…
Buffs stacked to the max.
Worst of all, if Su Keke met Zhuang Yan Yue, she’d quiet down fast.
Knock knock.
The door’s timing was perfect.
No escaping this clash of titans.
A Charged Encounter
Lin Lu wished he could stuff Su Keke into his suitcase and bolt.
Too late—Fatty had already opened the door.
A refined woman in a black slip dress and white gauze shawl stepped in, casual compared to her morning suit.
Lin Lu had to admit, Zhuang Yan Yue was dedicated, checking dorms this late.
Her smile froze when she saw Su Keke beside Lin Lu.
That morning, Lin Lu mentioned Su Keke as his assigned match.
Zhuang Yan Yue, feeling control slip, planned to probe the “enemy.”
Now, Su Keke was here.
Su Keke’s face mirrored the shock—she hadn’t expected the counselor to be Zhuang Yan Yue!
She sprang up, battle-ready.
Their gazes locked, the air thick with tension.
Fatty’s crew was confused.
Didn’t Su Keke just dismiss counselors?
Now, it felt like a warzone, as if hair-pulling was imminent.
Lin Lu sensed more than old “rival” drama—perhaps beauty’s jealousy.
Su Keke, near 1.7 meters, had a balanced, youthful figure.
Zhuang Yan Yue, slightly taller, exuded a sultry, mature allure—poised in public, a vixen unveiled.
Add Yi Dian Dian’s petite charm, and every taste would be covered.
Well, almost—some weirdos liked furries or worse.
Those deserved to be bound, blindfolded, and judged: “Safety off, fire!”
A Bold Escape Attempt
Lin Lu, off-topic, zipped his suitcase and played innocent.
“Good evening, Teacher.
We’re leaving.”
He stepped forward, but Zhuang Yan Yue’s gaze pinned him.
Her authoritative voice rang out.
“You can’t leave.
Dorm rules: no outsiders allowed.”
“Yes, Teacher, I’ll be careful next time.
See you, Yue Yue!”
He apologized sweetly, tugging Su Keke’s skirt to signal a quick exit.
But he misread her.
Fleeing now meant defeat.
She’d toss and turn tonight, replaying what she could’ve done, fuming until tears soaked her pillow, sleepless.
“I’m the outsider?
I’m his girlfriend, state-assigned!
Who’re you?”
Su Keke twisted the narrative, clinging to Lin Lu’s arm, staking her claim.
Zhuang Yan Yue’s eyes narrowed, fixed on Su Keke’s bold hands.
“I’m his teacher.
Can’t I manage him?”
“Teacher or girlfriend—who’s closer?” Su Keke sneered mockingly.
Zhuang Yan Yue’s gaze shifted to Lin Lu, her smile chilling.
“Little Lu, who’s closer—teacher or girlfriend?”
A Heated Showdown
Lin Lu tried to mediate.
“Both are close—one handles studies, one life.
Both matter.
If you disagree, swap contacts, discuss later.
For now, let’s—”
No one heeded him.
Su Keke glared at Zhuang Yan Yue.
“Nonsense!
Can a teacher do what a girlfriend does?
Outside school, what’s a teacher worth?”
“Who says a teacher can’t?
Maybe I do it better—more… comfortably~”
“You call that teacher talk?
That’s shameful!”
“Did I say anything?
Or is your young mind full of dirty thoughts?”
Zhuang Yan Yue’s teasing left Su Keke flushed, outmatched in this verbal spar.
Lin Lu wanted to cover his face.
All he craved was a hot shower and a job hunt on his phone.
Why was he dragged into these women’s baffling battles?
Women were trouble.
His old self, obsessed with them, wasted years on nothing.
Beauty had ruined him—time to swear off it!
A Swift Retreat
“Counselor, we’re… grabbing a late snack.
You guys chat…”
Fatty’s crew, sensing danger, fled.
Too much knowledge meant trouble.
“What’d you hear?”
Zhuang Yan Yue’s icy glare pierced them like arrows.
“Nothing!
We know nothing!”
They mimed zipping lips, vowing silence.
As they left, only three remained.
Zhuang Yan Yue tilted her head, her “gentle” gaze on Lin Lu.
“Little Lu, one more chance.
Come to me, say who’s closer.
Wrong answers get… punished~”