Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 138 Turning the Tables for a Slacker (13)

Fu Xing's head drooped, and a pair of ears seemed to grow out of his head as if they were real. The ears were also drooping and looked listless.

2345 was also a little confused. This didn't quite match the scene of boys and girls having tutoring and making love in its memory. How did it really turn into tutoring?
Shen Yun looked puzzled. "Isn't this how tutoring is done?"

2345 glanced at Fu Xing, who was holding a pen in his right hand, his head drooping, and said against his will, "Yes." It had figured it out; its host was not only a scumbag, but also straightforward.

With a host present, that kind of sweet love is impossible to occur.

The door was suddenly opened, and the two looked over at the door. An old man dressed in a Tang suit appeared in the doorway.

The old man seemed to have never expected such a scene, so there was undisguised surprise in his eyes.

The boy and girl sat together, the boy's face still slightly flushed, a scene that truly sparked the imagination.

"Ah Xing, you..."

Fu Xing's eyelids twitched, and he quickly interrupted him, "Grandpa, this is my classmate. He's here to help me with my studies."

"Oh~" The old man gave it a meaningful look. "I understand."

Before Shen Yun could even greet him, the old man gave her an OK sign and quickly closed the door.

Shen Yun looked at Fu Xing: Little brother, what does this mean?
Fu Xing was at a loss for words, only saying, "Don't take it to heart. My grandfather has a rather vivid imagination." So he's probably already conjuring up a picture of himself holding his great-grandson. He wanted to as well, but as a cold and aloof school bully, he couldn't take the initiative; he had to keep a low profile.

The old man outside chuckled twice and quickly instructed his men not to go in and disturb them, whether they had something to do or not.

As dusk approached, Shen Yun packed his things and prepared to take his leave.

Fu Xing watched silently, "How about I drive you?"

"You can drive?" Is she out of touch with the times? She's only about to be a senior in high school, and she can already drive?

Fu Xing added, "I can drive, but I don't have a driver's license."

Shen Yun stopped what he was doing and slowly walked forward. The two were only a hair's breadth apart, and Fu Xing blushed silently.

She tilted her head back uncomfortably, carefully examining the person's features.

I couldn't resist touching it with my hand.

If Fu Xing's face was slightly red before, it was now as red as if he had been cooked.

"You really do have a fever, otherwise why would you be talking nonsense? It's my fault, I should have made sure you had a break from work."

"Boom," "Boom"... Several loud claps of thunder rang in Fu Xing's mind. In a few breaths, he angrily took a few steps back, burying his emotions.

"I'll take you back." Fu Xingcai said coldly before walking out.

"What's wrong with him?" For the first time, Shen Yun felt that a man's heart was unfathomable. Just a moment ago, he was a shy and adorable little sweetheart, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a freezing block of ice. Could he be suffering from schizophrenia?

2345 remained indifferent. [You know, men are uncomfortable for about twenty days every month.] How pathetic, he actually had thoughts of seducing the host.

Shen Yun had assumed Fu Xing would be waiting at the entrance in a flashy, limited-edition sports car, but after going downstairs, he realized he was overthinking things.

The boy leaned against a bicycle, staring intently at her.

"How about I go back by myself? You can lend me your bike." I don't know how good Fu Xing's riding skills are, but sitting in the back must be very uncomfortable. The old man with his ears perked up immediately stepped forward with a serious face. "No, this bike is A-Xing's most treasured possession. He can't eat or sleep if he doesn't see it every day. Let A-Xing take you back, and he'll ride back by himself."

Fu Xing's eye twitched, and he chimed in, "Yes, I treasure it."

Shen Yun felt something was off. In the three-story villa with a garden where the Fu family now lived, Fu Xing needed a bicycle. She glanced at it; it was pure white with a Chinese knot hanging on the handlebars. Nothing special about it.

2345 said quietly, "You wouldn't understand teenage feelings."

"Then I can go back by myself." Shen Yun smiled at the old man, her beautiful eyes looking particularly captivating in the dim light.

"That's even worse. We can't let a girl like you go home alone so late. What if something happens?" The old man's face hardened, and he kept giving Fu Xing meaningful glances.

“Yes, yes, you’re tutoring me. If something happens on the way back, the police will blame me,” Fu Xing said.

The old man covered his face helplessly. If Ah Xing talked like that, when would he ever be able to hold his great-grandson?

Shen Yun ignored him and looked behind the old man. "Then let Uncle Wu take me?"

The man called Uncle Wu staggered, grabbing the sofa beside him for support, his eyes glazed over. "I'm sorry, Miss Ning, I've had a few drinks today and can't drive."

I always feel like I'm surrounded by spider demons.

With an elderly person watching from the side, Shen Yun could only sit in the back seat like a little bird, while putting her arm around Fu Xing's waist.

Because Fu Xing managed to ride the bicycle at the speed of an electric scooter, if she hadn't grabbed his waist, she probably would have been thrown off.

Unexpectedly, a seventeen-year-old kid actually had abs, and Shen Yun couldn't resist touching them a couple of times.

Because of her action, Fu Xing suddenly trembled, and the handlebars turned sharply to the right at the same time. Shen Yun's eyelids twitched, and she easily landed on the ground with a push of her feet. She clapped her hands, stood up, and looked at Fu Xing.

Fu Xing wasn't that skilled, nor was he that lucky; he fell hard to the ground, his eyes red.

After confirming that no bones were broken, Shen Yun helped the person up. Fortunately, this place was close to where she lived.

When Ning Jing saw Fu Xing, she was startled and quickly brought over iodine to disinfect him.

He cut his trousers down to his knees with scissors, and the bruised and swollen wounds, oozing blood, looked particularly frightening.

"How did you get injured like this?" Ning Jing carefully touched the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodine.

Fu Xing looked at her; her eyes were still red, as if they were filled with accusation and grievance.

She did act rather unfairly, considering they were study buddies.

However, if she could do it again, she would only jump more smoothly and gracefully.

Fu Xing's precious bicycle looked as if it had been ravaged a thousand times, and in the end, it was Uncle Wu, who claimed that he couldn't drive after drinking, who took Fu Xing away with his bicycle.

After a month, apart from the first few days when Yang Jingyan would come, he never showed up again. It was said that there were problems with the Yang family's company, and he was extremely busy dealing with them.

Liu Yiyi came once during this period, and her appearance confirmed one thing for Shen Yun.

Although she still looks the same, Liu Yiyi now gives people a tired feeling.

(End of this chapter)