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Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

T/L: see the G.o.ds- be enlightened/gain knowledge

Han Qilu takes a bite of his apple and swallows it before answering his father. "I have nothing to say."

Liuhai is elated he got something out from Han Qilu. He, too, takes an apple and bites it. He says vaguely, "An Yishan is the man who abandoned An Chuxia and her mother?"

Since his father inferred correctly, Qilu doesn't deny it. He throws away the apple core and takes a napkin to wipe his mouth.

"Yes, but you better pretend to know nothing," he warns before throwing the napkin into the trash. Qilu stands up and walks away.

Han Liuhai frowns. If An Yishan is a person who abandons his wife and child, then he's a person without credibility. He can't completely trust him with such an important project. But now that An Chuxia truly knows her lineage, Liuhai can't simply watch Yishan fail.

Perhaps, for the time being, it is best to feign ignorance.

**

An Chuxia sits on her desk under the bright light. With a red pen, she draws a line and writes down the focus. On the other side, endors.e.m.e.nt. She draws out a plan as to how to teach to a level where everyone can understand her.

Some of the students don't do well with lectures. She needs to think outside the traditional method of reviewing. Otherwise, inefficiency will slow them down.

　　“What are the exams to die, I want to go home, do my dream…,” her phone's ringtone plays. Hearing it gives her a headache. Jiang Yuan chose this ringtone. She wants to change it but she doesn't know where to download one that would fit her personality. She is convinced if a teacher hears it, she will be killed, right?

Her eyes stay glued to the textbook. She didn't look at the caller ID before pressing the answer key. Han Qilu's voice booms in anger. "An Chuxia, do you want to die?!"

What fool would want to die?! An Chuxia grimaces and decides not to tell him her thoughts. “What is it?"

“What’s the matter?” The voice sounds distracted.

“Well, what’s the matter?” She puts the pen down and impatiently repeats his question.

Han Qilu takes a deep breath to calm himself. He suppresses his urge to smash his phone on impulse. "I asked you to come to my room so I can listen to you talk about your problem."

Memories of the moment she spent alone with Han Qilu suddenly fills her head. She realizes he's the devil and the memories they share are hard to forget!

“Well, I’m sorry. I was reading a book, and I started to see the G.o.ds. I couldn't remember what I should be thinking now." She knows this time is not the time to talk about what just transpired. The issue won't solve itself overnight.

“The young master is not used to talking about things.” Then, he simply hangs up the phone.

Suddenly, she couldn't hear a voice on the other end. She looks at her phone screen. He hung up her!

After packing up her things, she slowly walks to Han Qilu's room.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Where's everyone? Chuxia asks herself. Han Qilu's door is left slightly ajar. The light from inside the room spills out into the dark corridor. She doesn't know where the hallway light switches are so she has no choice but look toward the lit room.

In fact, her fort.i.tude is dwindling… .

"h.e.l.lo?" An Chuxia calls out. No one is in the room. She looks back at the long, dark corridor. Despite no one being around, she opens the door. Bright light bathes her. Immediately, she feels a sense of security.

"Is there anyone here?" She looks around the empty room. This is her second time in a boy's room, right? Han Qilu's room is actually very neat. It is to be expected. He is a picky person. She wouldn't put past him if he kept the room clean.

The room's color is dark. The walls are painted rose red, giving the room a romantic feel. One would presume a girl resides in the room rather than a man like Han Qilu… Suddenly, she thinks of his features. The room's colors suit him.

Feeling bolder, she takes a lap around the room. She stops in front of the bed. Is the bed twice her size?

Come to think of it, her bed isn't small. Jiang Yuan just bought her a lot of dolls and piled it on her bed saying a girl's bed should be so. She just allows her to have the illusion of such a bed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she jumps on his bed. All of a sudden, she's 10 centimeters high!

"Soft bed…," she says. She jumps a few more times. She happily bounces on it like a trampoline.

What she didn't notice is Han Qilu's bathroom door is slightly open. The insulation is just that good, she didn't hear anyone taking a bath.

Qilu opens the door gently. He wraps his lower half with a white towel and leaves his upper body exposed. His hair is still wet, dripping. He holds a wrinkled towel in his right hand and uses it to wipe his hair.

He hears a strange voice from the room. He stops in the middle of drying his hair and looks up at his bed.

A girl in a white skirt dances on his bed. His mouth opens in slight surprise. He would've been upset any other time but at that moment, he can't help but smile.

This time, his smile is genuine. It reaches his eyes. Is his brain damaged? This can't be right… After all, it's An Chuxia!

He finishes drying his hair before tossing the towel aside. He quietly moves toward the bed and mischievously reprimands her. "Is my bed that much fun?"

An Chuxia jumps as she hears his cold voice. She panics. Caught unaware, her legs buckle from under her and she falls down. Her thought is that she hopes she doesn't re-injure her leg!

Words escape her. All she sees is the rose red colored floor. She vows to hate the hue. It's the most annoying red.

Time seems to have stood still… .