The Young Urban Doctor-Chapter 641 - It Turns Out to Be This Way

Chapter 641: Chapter 641 It Turns Out to Be This Way

Just as class started, Luo Ziling received a WeChat message from Yang Qingyin.

“Junior, you really have good luck with the ladies, eh? Early in the morning and you’re already having a rendezvous with the Student Union’s beautiful president in the grove.”

“It was a chance encounter. She invited me to join the Student Union,” seeing Yang Qingyin’s message and the three eye-rolling emoticons that followed, Luo Ziling quickly replied with an explanation, “I said I didn’t have time, but she insisted I was a rare talent with great influence, so she really wanted me to join. I honestly didn’t know how to refuse, so I just talked with her for a while.”

“Having such a beautiful girl accompany you for a run, does that make your steps feel lighter?” Yang Qingyin added a few more eye-rolling emoticons to her message.

“How about this, starting from tomorrow, I invite my senior to run together? That way I’m sure my steps would be lighter. Also, how about I treat you to seafood tonight and specially order a bottle of aged vinegar for you?”

After Luo Ziling’s message was sent, Yang Qingyin replied with several angry emoticons, followed by another message, “I’m not interested in your vinegar, just can’t stand seeing a certain junior constantly surrounded by beauties. Hmph! Hmph!! Hmph!!!”

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Seeing Yang Qingyin’s triple “hmph” and six exclamation marks, along with a few haughty emoticons, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but laugh.

He could imagine what kind of expression Yang Qingyin had while sending that WeChat message—definitely a cute one.

“Ziling, what are you doing?” Just as Luo Ziling was about to reply to the message, suddenly a voice exploded beside him.

Looking up, he realized that the classroom teacher, without him noticing, had approached him.

The first class today was Marxism-Leninism, a subject Luo Ziling didn’t like at all.

He had skipped this class several times by asking for leave, and the Marxism-Leninism Teacher had quite a memory of him.

The Marxism-Leninism was taught by a woman in her fifties who always had a cold expression on her wrinkled face, as if the whole world owed her something, and she had a bad temper too. She did not allow students to play with their phones during class, and there were already several students who had their phones taken away when caught, who were only able to retrieve them after writing self-criticisms at the end of class.

Most people thought that the Marxism-Leninism Teacher was going through menopause, hence the increase in wrinkles and temper.

Luo Ziling didn’t expect that, even with Cao Jianhui and Li Fuming as cover, the teacher would still discover him messaging Yang Qingyin. Her observational abilities were too strong. He quickly hid his phone and looked at the Marxism-Leninism Teacher with innocent eyes.

He felt that, with his good looks and the teacher being a woman, even though she was a bit older, she was still a woman and would surely go easy on a handsome guy. A smile might just soften her heart.

But to his surprise, his attempt at charming his way out had no effect whatsoever; the Marxism-Leninism Teacher still kept a cold face and demanded that he hand over his phone first.

Of course, Luo Ziling did not want to give up his phone—first, he wanted to keep chatting with Yang Qingyin; second, he was afraid some secrets might be discovered; and third, the phone was a gift from Ling Ruonan, so he treasured it immensely and did not want to give it to the teacher. But as the Marxism-Leninism Teacher insisted, in his haste, Luo Ziling cleverly pulled out Cao Jianhui’s phone from his pocket and handed it to the teacher.

Cao Jianhui’s phone was also an iPhone, the same color as Luo Ziling’s, making them basically indistinguishable from each other.

The Marxism-Leninism Teacher didn’t notice anything amiss, took the phone, and placed it in her pocket before walking back to continue the lecture.

Seeing that Luo Ziling did not receive any special treatment from the Marxism-Leninism Teacher, Cao Jianhui, Li Fuming, and Wu Longjiang all showed schadenfreude on their faces.

Luo Ziling, however, didn’t care and took out his phone again, quickly replying to Yang Qingyin with a message that roughly explained the situation.

Seeing Luo Ziling taking out his phone to send messages again, Cao Jianhui, Li Fuming, and Wu Longjiang were all astonished.

With doubt, Cao Jianhui reached into his pocket, only to find his phone missing. Seeing Luo Ziling’s secretive smile, he immediately understood what had happened. Despite his anger, he dared not explode in the middle of the class due to the Marxism-Leninism Teacher’s cold ruthlessness.

After the class, he grabbed Luo Ziling’s arm and started to quarrel relentlessly.

“Boss, you’re really despicable, actually handing my phone to the teacher. Do you realize that your behavior is extremely filthy? I’m going to report you to the school, and you’re going to compensate me for my loss. I had already arranged to contact the goddess of my dreams after class, but you made me lose that chance. Now, you tell me, how are you going to compensate?” Cao Jianhui said furiously.

“Isn’t your goddess right there?” Li Fuming nodded towards Lin Lin, who was sitting not far away, “Or, do you want me to tell her about your other goddess?”

“If you dare to say it, I’ll kill you,” Cao Jianhui threatened even more fiercely.

“What’s in it for me?” Li Fuming, however, was unconcerned.

“You’ll treat me to lunch.”

“Fine,” Li Fuming agreed immediately without hearing clearly.

“It’s agreed then, you’re treating me to lunch,” Cao Jianhui repeated.

“What the heck, wasn’t it you who was supposed to treat me to lunch?” Li Fuming became annoyed, grabbed Cao Jianhui and said, “How can you go back on your word?”

“That’s exactly what I said just now, don’t believe me? Ask the boss.”

“It seems that’s true, you did agree,” Luo Ziling nodded in agreement with what Cao Jianhui said, being quite fair.

Li Fuming was instantly furious and nearly got into a fight with Cao Jianhui, forcing Luo Ziling to pull them apart.

Eventually, under Cao Jianhui’s coercion, Luo Ziling still wrote a self-criticism and went to the Marxism-Leninism Teacher’s office to retrieve his phone.

But to Luo Ziling’s surprise, upon arriving at the Marxism-Leninism Teacher’s office, this woman who was extremely cold and heartless during the class had actually changed her attitude, showing a very kind expression.

“Which place is Ziling from?” she asked after gesturing for Luo Ziling to sit down, with a tone of genuine concern.

Luo Ziling, afraid of being hassled by the Marxism-Leninism Teacher, could only answer honestly.

After inquiring about Luo Ziling’s various circumstances, including his age, height, family background, and whether he had a girlfriend or not, the Marxism-Leninism Teacher suddenly changed the topic and said to Luo Ziling, “My niece also studies at Yan University, a very beautiful student. Her mother asked me to help matchmake for her. She hopes her daughter can find a boyfriend in the school because love in the school is the purest. You don’t have a girlfriend, why not meet her to see if there’s any chemistry?”

Luo Ziling was stunned, never expecting the plot to twist this way.

Hidden under the Marxism-Leninism Teacher’s cold and unfeeling exterior was actually a very youthful heart.

He regretted that when the teacher asked if he had a girlfriend, he had carelessly answered ‘no’. Had he known this would happen, he would have said he did.

He didn’t know how to respond and ultimately could only stutter awkwardly, “Teacher, I’ve just started school and I’m only twenty years old; I haven’t considered dating yet.”

“You can spend some time together and see how it feels. I believe that if you meet each other, you’ll surely like one another. My niece is indeed a very beautiful girl,” said the Marxism-Leninism Teacher, smiling mysteriously.

“Who is she?” Luo Ziling became somewhat curious.