TLCBITAR Chapter 42
by Volare【Huff…huff…uh…】
【Haven’t run in so long, and then I have to do two thousand meters, I’m gonna die…huff…】
Zhou Zhou ran past Pei Yanlie not far away, the sound of his rapid breathing constantly entering Pei Yanlie’s mind, creating an inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere.
His whole body tensed, his breathing instantly stagnated, his eyes roiling with inexplicable emotions, his Adam’s apple bobbing, feeling unbearably dry.
“President Pei?”
Seeing the dark expression on the other man’s face, looking like he was suppressing the urge to get angry, the Beicheng University principal trembled and cautiously called out again.
Pei Yanlie turned his head and glanced at him, restraining the desire surging in his heart, and walked towards the new dormitory building, his voice already hoarse, “Let’s go.”
The tall and upright figure exuded a strong aura, full of oppression.
The Beicheng University principal raised his hand and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, wondering why he was suddenly throwing a tantrum.
He followed, glanced at Zhou Zhou on the playground, and secretly clicked his tongue: there’s something fishy, definitely something fishy.
This morning, President Pei and this male student stayed in the principal’s office for more than an hour, during which he seemed to hear the male student crying.
A terrifying thought popped into his mind: could it be that they were doing something indescribable inside?
The Beicheng University principal widened his eyes, shocked by this idea.
Stop, stop! That shouldn’t be possible, right?
President Pei doesn’t seem like a homosexual at all!
However, considering that President Pei has been single for so long, it’s really suspicious.
He only dared to guess secretly in his heart, not daring to ask the person involved.
As the largest investment shareholder of Beicheng University, Pei Yanlie’s identity and status in Yucheng are second to none.
He, this small Beicheng University principal, is just a small fry under President Pei’s command. Besides listening and flattering, he doesn’t dare to disobey President Pei in the slightest.
Since that male student is suspected to be President Pei’s little lover, he must pay more attention to him in the future and not let others bully him.
Having made up his mind, he restrained the expression on his face and followed Pei Yanlie with an eager smile.
On the playground, Zhou Zhou stared at Dou’er in front of him, who was about to collapse from running, chuckled, and quickened his pace to easily overtake him.
This Dou’er ran for his life at the beginning, so naturally he wouldn’t have the strength later.
Seeing Zhou Zhou overtake him, he glared, gritted his teeth, and wanted to catch up, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, running slower and slower, until it was difficult to even walk.
He bent over with his hands on his knees, panting heavily, making a rough, hoarse sound.
His throat was extremely dry and painful, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. The broken acne was covered with sweat, causing dense pain.
Finally, the whistle blew, and Zhou Zhou won.
He stood at the finish line, rubbing his hands and kicking his legs, his fair and rosy face covered with fine sweat, shimmering in the sunlight.
A black figure appeared in his line of sight, a bodyguard in a black suit, Pei Yanlie’s little follower.
Seeing the bodyguard walk straight towards him, Zhou Zhou straightened up, a hint of doubt rising in his eyes.
A dark brown thermos cup was handed to him. He lowered his eyes and glanced at it, not taking it, and asked in a hoarse voice, “What’s this for?”
The bodyguard said in a businesslike manner, “President Pei instructed me to give you the cup. It contains diluted salt water.”
Zhou Zhou frowned almost imperceptibly, glanced at the school road, and did not see Pei Yanlie’s figure.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice with a hint of fatigue and indifference, “Is this Pei Yanlie’s cup? Has he drunk from it?”
The black-clothed bodyguard’s expression was momentarily surprised, and he truthfully replied, “No, this is a newly bought cup.”
Hearing that it was newly bought, Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows, took the cup, opened it, and took a sip of diluted salt water.
The dryness in his throat was washed away by the warm water, and his weak legs seemed to regain some strength.
Having drunk the man’s water, he cleared his throat and casually asked, “Is Pei Yanlie still at school?”
The bodyguard took a step back to keep his distance from him and patiently explained, “Yes, the elevator in the new dormitory building has been installed, and students will be able to move in at the beginning of next month. For the safety of the students, he specially invited a team of masters to perform exorcism rituals.”
Zhou Zhou: …
Damn it, he’s really getting into metaphysics?
Zhou Zhou raised his hand and shook the thermos cup, his chin slightly raised, his voice casually saying, “I’m going to class first, thank him for the water for me. Also, I’m not a girl. How can a grown man be so delicate? Don’t do this kind of…um…effeminate thing in the future.”
After speaking, he strode towards the location of A1 class, the bangs falling on his forehead fluttering lightly in the wind, and a drop of sweat dripped from the end of his hair, a flash of light, falling into the runway.
The black-clothed bodyguard quietly watched his back, wondering if President Pei really liked this male student?
Sending food and water, what will he send next?
He took a deep breath, shook his head, dispelled the messy thoughts in his mind, and walked towards the dormitory building.
After Zhou Zhou returned to the team, the physical education teacher couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him. Finally, unable to hold back, he walked up to him and asked in a low voice, “Would you like to consider joining the track and field team?”
Zhou Zhou pursed his lips slightly, chuckled, and directly refused, “Heh, no consideration.”
The physical education teacher asked, “Do you usually exercise?”
Zhou Zhou leisurely said, “No, this is natural.”
Seeing Zhou Zhou refuse, the physical education teacher did not force him and returned to the center position to continue teaching.
Liu Qian lay on the runway, unattended, resembling a fish out of water, opening his mouth and breathing heavily.
He slowly turned his head, staring at Zhou Zhou fiercely, his eyes full of resentment.
“Zhou Zhou, just you wait!” The rough, unpleasant voice was wrapped in thick hatred, making people shudder.
After the physical education class ended, it was already three o’clock in the afternoon.
The crowd walked in groups towards the direction of the small shop. Zhou Zhou and Chen Qihang walked side by side, planning to return to the classroom to rest first.
Chen Qihang raised his eyes, looked at Zhou Zhou, who was in a lazy posture, and said in disbelief, “I didn’t expect you to be so capable.”
“There are many things you can’t imagine.” Zhou Zhou had one hand in his pocket, his steps lazy and elegant, and the expression on his face was a little listless.
He was inexplicably tricked by that Dou’er, and he hated it in his heart.
Stopping, he turned his head and glanced at the runway. Liu Qian’s figure had disappeared, not knowing where he had hidden.
If you have the ability, don’t appear in front of him, or he will beat him to death!
“Heh, how does it feel to be retaliated against?” Chen Qihang grinned and mocked.
He felt extremely comfortable in his heart. Someone was rectifying Zhou Zhou for him, and he couldn’t ask for more.
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes and glanced at him, smiling rather than smiling, “What? Are you very happy? Your little mouth is almost grinning to your ears.”
After speaking, he raised his hand and pinched Chen Qihang’s face, pinching it hard.
“Ow!” Chen Qihang cried out in pain, a layer of mist rising in his eyes under his glasses.
He bristled, his hands grabbing Zhou Zhou’s ears, just about to use force, but how could Zhou Zhou be captured without resistance? He countered with tickling, making the other man bend over and laugh non-stop.
The two of them were playing intimately, the atmosphere unexpectedly harmonious, but unfortunately, Pei Yanlie ran into them again.
Pei Yanlie’s face was terribly gloomy, his lips tightly pursed, his hands clenched into fists, the blue veins on the back of his hands seeming about to burst.
He desperately suppressed the urge to step forward and pull them apart, withdrew his gaze, and walked quickly towards the school gate.