Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Volume 2 Chapter 538

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

A ray of light hits An Chuxia's head, making Han Qilu pause before walking to her. It's like G.o.d guided him to return to her.

An Chuxia clears the large desk, setting her notebook aside to make sure Han Qilu has some s.p.a.ce. He sits down and suddenly says, “Don't be upset. I didn't mean anything by it.”

Han Qilu takes the rare opportunity to apologize. This was rare even before he lost his memory. The anxiety in her heart has since disappeared, but her face remains stiff.

“Let's talk about this first. What do you know about the Chinese language?” She asks him without looking at him. She leafs through the notes Qilu brought with him.

The doc.u.ments should have already been worn, but it looks like it's brand new. Except for the characters “Han Qilu”, nothing is written!

He doesn't know what she's thinking. He just thinks that she's angry. Sitting on her left, he can count how many lashes she has.

“Don't be angry. Are you still upset?” After hearing his voice, An Chuxia looks up from the language papers, and as she turns to look his way, his face is magnified N times. She is startled, but she recovers quickly.

She leans away from him to put distance between them before she asks, “Do you take notes in cla.s.s?”

“Ah?” He looks at her, confused. He looks at the text in front of her, and realizes she's talking about his textbook.

” How is this possible….” His voice dies. “I know I took notes in cla.s.s.”

G.o.d knows he took notes. He never took lunch breaks during Chinese cla.s.s!

“That's good. Well, take notes now.” An Chuxia acts like a stern teacher. She can't help but do so as she stares at him.

He laughs, making An Chuxia ask, “Why are you laughing? I just told you to take notes!”

Notes in cla.s.s?

He wipes off the smile on his face. How can he write notes? Should he tell An Chuxia that what's in front of her is a lie and that he didn't really take notes? This is too absurd!

Thinking quickly, he sets his legs, getting ready to get up. “Let's go to school. If we go now, we'd get there before the evening rush hour. Then, we'd miss the dinner party entirely!”

He knows Jiang Yuan is attaching great importance to this dinner. If he can get his notes, he can show faith to An Chuxia.

“Well then, where do you generally lose points?” she asks.

As she asks this question, he closes the s.p.a.ce between them, and the soft sigh he expels stirs her heart.

He really wants to tell her he remembers everything!

But he grits his teeth and says, “I don't know.”

His face has changed from the man she was talking to, to the master that he is. How did that happen? Why is he gloomy again? She doesn't know how she broke him and made him restless again.

If you don't know, you'll never know…. An Chuxia sighs in her heart.

When Jiang Yuan asked her to help out with Han Qilu's lessons, she didn't show joy because it didn't prevent her heart from being confused when she allowed him to walk through her door.

This made her feel hopeless.

She takes a deep breath and sets aside her complex emotions. “How do you generally test in composition?”

She still asks questions, and he still answers. The mood in the room changed because of taboo, and it's terrible!

“The last composition I learned is from someone else.” His face shows incredible expression. “Does master Bei need to learn from others?”

Her mouth twitches involuntarily. Here again appears the narcissistic and arrogant master, Han Qilu!

“Well then,” she says quietly, suppressing the urge to punch him.

“I haven't written anything.” Han Qilu lifts his eyelids and says with pride. “I went to the teacher and I told him I had a problem with the exam. He a.s.sured me that I don't have to do it in the future. He knows this might damage the master's ident.i.ty!”

This has been a problem way before she joined the Han family. Herein lies the problem. This is the extent of what he can do.

An Chuxia grinds her teeth and thinks he'd still be this arrogant regardless of going blind or something!

“Why aren't you talking?” He looks at her pale face and asks in confusion. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“I'm well.” She calms down her turbulent mood, and turns the language book to the cla.s.sical section. “Composition depends on how much you've learned. I won't be able to teach you anything if you don't write down (important) points. I'll start teaching you here.”

“Cla.s.sical Chinese?” he asks, waving his hand. “Just saying that makes me sleepy. Change it to something else.”

Asking her to deviate from her original intentions makes her angry.

“Ouch!!!” A roaring scream fills the room.

From under the table, An Chuxia sweeps his leg, making him crumple to the ground. He's surprised to be picked off the floor and asked by her, “Have you learned your lesson?”

Sure enough, she's returned to the woman he likes. She's so cute when she's angry. He is proud of the vision before him.

“I'm asking you, have you learned your lesson?” She didn't know what he was thinking. She only knows that he has a hard facade. If he ever went soft, even once, he won't be able to return to that mask.

“Of course I've learned!” Han Qilu quickly changes to a spirited look. “Master Bei's favorite cla.s.sical Chinese saying is “cultivate sentiment”!

She rolls her eyes at him. “You don't just learn to cultivate sentiment! Sit down!”

Han Qilu rubs his s.h.i.+n as he sits. He won't dare cross his legs now!

“First if all, you have to learn a few cla.s.sical words.” She systematically teaches, but Han Qilu isn't paying attention. His eyes are focused on her lips.

“Now let's see if you understand these words by using them.” She puts the draft paper aside, takes the books and points to the word and says, “Look, how do you use this?”

“Huh?” Han Qilu returns to earth and looks at the word An Chuxia is pointing.

He looks at the character for a long time before turning to her and saying, “And?”

She seriously wants to chop him up into french fries. Forget about adding ketchup!

“Can you be more serious?!” Anger fills her eyes. She just went through the lecture with him and he looked at her intently. Then, why did he answer so badly?

“I'm trying to be serious!” he says helplessly.

“And what does er mean…?”

“It's a turning point!” Seeing Han Qilu not respond for a long time makes her anxious. She stretches her hand out before tapping the table. “I'm looking for the simplest answer. Are you even listening to me? Do I even have to go through this lecture?”

Since she's worked up, her cheeks flare red. She notices Han Qilu is looking at her strangely. That look makes her feel flushed.

He says angrily, “I did respond! Didn't you hear me?”

Then, the corner of his mouth turns, and he flashes her a bright smile.

His smile is innocent, and her glancing at him at that moment takes her breath away. “Forget it. I'll go over it again, but now we will just discuss this word, and. Listen closely.”

He nods obediently. I must listen carefully!!!

Of course, remembering the mantra is a different matter.

An Chuxia uses a lot of saliva to explain the word. But when her throat goes dry and she coughs, she realizes Han Qilu fell asleep on the table!

No wonder he's been quiet!

“Hey, Han Qilu, get up!” She frowns and pushes him. He grabs her hand as she shoves, and when she tries to yank her hand back, she loses her balance.

He too finds himself falling backwards, And subconsciously holds on to An Chuxia's arm. She tries to reach for the desk to break her fall but it's too late.

With a m.u.f.fled thud, An Chuxia beautifully lands on Han Qilu while Han Qilu sacrifices himself subconsciously.

He protected her from getting hurt.

“You… .” She gazes at him longingly. Does he still care for her?

She tosses her hair as she tries to put distance between them. The strands of her hair tickle his nose.