Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

That morning, Ranmo arrived at the classroom early. When he pushed the door open, he saw someone wiping a table in the back row with his back to the students.

Hearing someone come in, the person turned around and saw Bingo, the newcomer. The two smiled and nodded at each other. Ran Mo said, "Good morning, why are you wiping the table over there?"

Bingo replied, "I'll help everyone wipe the dust off the tables." Ranmo secretly praised him. Normally, everyone wiped their own dust, or didn't wipe at all. This kid was quite considerate and attentive.

At this time, Bingo took out a small wooden box from under his desk and walked in front of Ranmo. Ranmo showed a curious expression.

Bingo smiled slightly and opened the wooden box. Inside were several exquisite snacks. Each one was decorated with a small red heart, which looked very tempting.

Ran Mo smiled, "Is this a gift for someone?" Bingo glanced at her, "I brought it for you to eat."

Huh? How thoughtful! Ranmo licked her lips, wanting to try to touch it, but Bingo, seeing she wouldn't touch it, held it out to her again. If he hadn't just wiped the table, he would have taken the initiative to feed it to Ranmo.

Unable to refuse, Ranmo took a piece and savored it. Mmm, fragrant, glutinous, and delicious. Since coming here, Ranmo hadn't eaten much, or even seen any, pastries that were particularly good-looking or delicious.

Especially this kind of snack reminded her of her childhood when her mother would sit around the fire with her and bake homemade snacks made with oil and sugar on a frying pan.

After being baked, it tasted crispy and delicious, even better than the cakes sold outside. I didn’t expect to taste the long-missed taste at this new classmate’s place.

Ranmo savored the food happily. Bingo didn't ask her if it tasted good; the expression on her face said it all. He was also pleased that she enjoyed the meal.

Ran Mo ate the dough residue off his fingers and asked, "Did your mother make this?"

Bingo's expression changed slightly, but then he regained his composure and said with a hint of pride, "I made it myself."

Ranmo was stunned. She hadn't expected such a grown-up boy to have such skill. Making pastries is even more complicated than cooking. She gave Bingo a thumbs-up.

Bingo smiled and said, "Next time you can come to my house and I will make you a hot meal myself."

Ranmo didn't know how to respond, so he gave an awkward but polite smile. At this moment, another classmate came in. Bingo said to Ranmo, "Take it home after school," and put the small wooden box back under the desk.

The two sat down, opened their books, and waited for the teacher to start. Bingo held the book upright on the table to block his face, then turned to ask Ranmo, "Is your elder brother very strict with you?"

Ran Mo murmured, "Yes, he doesn't let me talk to anyone else."

"Huh? Isn't this too overbearing?" Bingo gasped. "That's right, I'm a little... well, I can only do what he says." Ranmo wanted to use this excuse to dispel some unnecessary "trouble".

Bingo said nothing more, lost in thought. Just then, the teacher entered the classroom, and everyone sat up straight, ready for class.

The teacher was talking about "classical poetry" in this class. Ranmo laughed a little, thinking that even this era had its own ancient history.

The poems mentioned here don't have strict rhythmic requirements, and most of them are about the working people in ancient times expressing their feelings about life. They are somewhat similar to the style of "Among the ten acres, the mulberry farmers are leisurely. I will go with you."

Ranmo had a foundation in this area, so it was not difficult for him to learn. The class ended quickly.

During the break, Bingo pushed a piece of paper towards Ranmo. On it was a short poem written in a flamboyant handwriting: "Tenderness is like water, the Milky Way is far away, the wedding day is like a dream, and the beauty is like you."

Ran Mo glanced at it and asked calmly, "Who wrote this poem?"

"I wrote it, for you," Bingo said openly. Ranmo's heart pounded when he heard it. Suddenly, he felt a little inexplicably upset. So he threatened, "Don't say that. If my brother sees it, he'll probably beat you up."

"Huh? Doesn't your brother like others praising you?" Bingo asked, staring at his handsome eyes.

Ran Mo didn't know how to explain it to him. She couldn't even fathom what kind of mindset this young man had when communicating with her. If it was just ordinary friendship between classmates, it would be fine. But if there was something else going on, it would be a bit tricky.

"Judging from your brother's figure and demeanor, he must be a martial artist. And I like literature and poetry, so it would be fun to appreciate poetry with you." The young man was quite thoughtful.

Ranmo felt a little dizzy. How could he have been so blessed in this life? To have so many considerate friends helping and even surrounding him in his "poetic dwelling."

But now, she also understood her own identity and situation, especially her relationship with Qingsheng, which made her unconsciously keep a necessary distance from other boys, and even prohibited her from having any overly intimate actions with Azan.

Although that person was not a jealous person, no young boy could bear to see his beloved being so affectionate with someone else.

Ranmo felt that he had to exercise necessary restraint, not allowing certain relationships to develop out of order, and to curb certain tendencies. This would be good for everyone.

Thinking of this, she said coldly: "We are here to learn knowledge. My family is very strict with me. Let's not talk about things that are not related to study in the future." After that, she buried her face in the book and started reading.

Bingo stared at her blankly. Then he said quietly, "You and I have the same temperament as when we were kids."

Ran Mo really didn't dare to listen any further and covered his ears with his hands.

After school, Ranmo was dawdling to pack her books, wanting Bingo to go first. But Bingo was helping the teacher tidy up the desk, glancing at her from time to time.

When Ranmo picked up his schoolbag and walked out, Bingo also dropped the things in his hands, ran over, picked up his schoolbag, and walked out with Ranmo.

Ran Mo couldn't get rid of him, so he whispered to him, "If my brother is outside the school gate later, don't say anything, just walk by yourself."

Bingo smiled and nodded, "Okay, I won't say anything, I'll just look at you."

Ran Mo was speechless. He didn't care anymore and headed out the school gate. He wondered if Qing Sheng would come today. He wanted him to come, but he also wanted to forget about it. He felt conflicted.

As we neared the school gate, I didn't see Qingsheng across the street. So I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to chat with Bingo.

Bingo smiled and wanted to talk to her, but then he kept his mouth shut.

Ranmo was just wondering, then looked to the right and back. Oh my god, that deity had changed its position at some point and was now standing firmly under the school wall. At that moment, it was staring at the two of them with a fierce look.