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

Qingsheng's words still reminded Ranmo. Her mother had been away for a long time, and she was worried and wanted to go look for her. Wasn't this a genuine reason to ask for leave?

She was about to tell Qingsheng her stance when she suddenly thought of something important and stopped herself. This problem was likely to be even more troublesome.

"Are you afraid that I will eat you on the way?" Qingsheng actually confessed.

Ran Mo remained silent. She was definitely going, but she had to think of some solutions. She naturally trusted Qingsheng. In her previous life, traveling together was perfectly normal for men and women, but now, given her unique status, she needed to figure out how to accompany Qingsheng confidently without arousing his suspicion or causing any problems.

Ran Mo met his gaze and said, "Even if you want to eat me, I'm afraid you don't have such a big appetite. But I seldom travel far before, so I'm bound to be awkward and restrained. If I do go out, I have to agree on some rules with you." Ran Mo suddenly felt that he was learning reed painting.

When Qingsheng heard that she was willing to go, he immediately jumped up happily and said, "Just tell me what to do. Don't mention a few, I can protect hundreds of them."

Ran Mo looked at him, unsure where to begin. He'd wanted to start by asking them to sleep in separate rooms at the hotel, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he said they couldn't touch each other on the way, that would be a joke.

After much thought, he could only utter: "Outside, you need to follow my instructions on matters such as accommodation."

Qing Sheng was stunned when he heard this, then laughed, "You sound like a general giving orders. Don't you rarely go out? How do you know how to arrange accommodation and other matters?"

Let me ask you, what are the procedures for staying in a hotel, what is the price difference between high and low, and how can you choose a peaceful and comfortable place without straying into a shady place? Tell me, eh? My great lawyer."

Ran Mo was choked by his barrage of questions. He was so angry. Good boy, you have only been with me for a few days, but your debating skills have improved by watching and hearing from me.

Qingsheng looked at her with a stifled smile. Ranmo didn't want to argue with him, so she just said she would ask around later. She had to go to the academy and ask the teacher for leave first.

Qingsheng also felt that this was a serious matter and wanted to accompany her. He also said that he wanted to experience the atmosphere of the academy. Ranmo did not refuse, and the two of them went out together.

On the way, Qingsheng whispered in her ear, "Actually, I don't understand the rules of the hotel. I've rarely stayed outside." Ranmo wanted to bite him when she heard that. He had even learned to cheat.

The two of them played and joked, and soon they arrived at the academy gate. The students had already left school. However, the teacher had a temporary residence at the academy and was often busy until late. Ranmo really wanted to squat under the teacher's window and sing "Every Time I Walk By the Teacher's Window."

It’s quite interesting to think about it. Teachers are probably the only people in the world who can openly teach others to respect and love their profession.

Ran Mo asked Qingsheng to stay outside first, and she would go in and talk to the teacher and then come out.

When the teacher saw Ranmo, she kindly asked what she wanted. Ranmo explained her purpose. The teacher, understanding and considerate, granted her leave, told her not to forget her lessons, and assigned her the assignment of writing a few travelogues.

Ran Mo thought to himself that the teacher was really amazing, allowing students to do things without affecting their studies.

Ranmo said goodbye to the teacher and left. Qingsheng wasn't there. She looked around and found him working out on the simple equipment used by students. He was doing pull-ups on a wooden beam similar to a horizontal bar.

After pulling a dozen or so, Qingsheng jumped back to the ground. Seeing that Ranmo had finished her work, he asked her to come over and pull a few too. Ranmo quickly waved her hand. She wasn't good at this. The school didn't require it. The students were free to play after school.

The point is, she has a traumatic experience with these barre exercises, and she once had a dangerous experience when she fell off the parallel bars at school.

After school that day, she and her classmates went to the gym to play for a while before going home. She came to a pair of parallel bars over a meter high, flipped over them, and stretched, spun, did push-ups, and stood up. She was quite good at it.

She wanted to do one more backflip curl off the bar and then she could go home.

She gripped one bar between her knees, toes pressed against the opposite bar, hands gripping the bar, ready to flip backward. This move wasn't difficult. The key was to keep a steady hand and legs together.

A common sense is that you should hold the bar with both hands facing forward, that is, your palms facing down and the backs of your hands facing up.

But at that moment, she somehow got carried away and boldly wanted to try a backhand grip on the bar.

What she neglected to consider was that when her body was halfway turned backward, the center of gravity of her palms shifted to the bottom of the bar, and at this time, her short and thick thumbs alone could not hold the bar and rotate safely. Not to mention her hands were still small.

The moment she turned over, her palms suddenly opened up into a flower shape.

"Bang!" She fell headfirst from the parallel bars. Her vision went black and she passed out.

After a long time, her classmate woke her up. He was also terrified and didn't understand why she fell off the parallel bars out of nowhere.

She slumped beside the parallel bars, her head still fuzzy. If she bumped into the hard iron base, she might not wake up for a while.

The companion reached out and touched the spot on her head where she was hit. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled in disbelief.

She also felt around her head. Oh my god, the bump was the biggest I'd ever seen! It was even taller than its diameter. Even the hair in that spot was pulverized.

What a tremendous force! It's terrifying! It's like the earth's crust moving and raising a towering mountain from the plain.

After a long pause, her classmates helped her up and slowly walked toward the school gate. They happened to meet the old security guard. Seeing her situation, he was worried and made an exception, opening the rarely used west gate so she could go home. Her head was aching, and she didn't even bother to thank them.

Before Ran Mo had the chance to describe this terrible experience to Qingsheng, Qingsheng grabbed her waist with both hands, lifted her up swiftly and skillfully, and brought her closer to the horizontal bar.

Ran Mo subconsciously reached out to reach the horizontal bar. He was nervous and just held the bar tightly without moving.

Seeing that she was genuinely scared, Qingsheng stopped teasing her and instead gently lifted her up and down rhythmically. Ranmo also adjusted her breathing and followed the up and down movements.

When his arms were completely exhausted, Qingsheng loosened his grip slightly, and Ranmo slowly slid down from his embrace. It seemed as if something caught on it, and Qingsheng stumbled slightly.

Ranmo squatted on the ground, panting. Qingsheng felt that this was not enough. He proposed another bold move. He asked Ranmo to hold onto the horizontal bar, then he would jump on him and hug him. He wanted to do it with Ranmo, and fly together.

Ran Mo stuck out her tongue. "Who wants to play games like that?" Qing Sheng's face turned cold and he grabbed her right where she was. He threatened to kiss her if she didn't agree.

Ran Mo blushed. Luckily, it was dark, so it couldn't be seen. It seemed like she hadn't hugged this guy in ages, and she wanted to feel his broad, warm chest again. It wasn't something too extreme, so she nodded shyly.

Qingsheng grabbed the horizontal bar with a swift leap, his feet slightly buckled, his legs crossed, and swayed slightly. He nodded to Ranmo.

Ran Mo came to him hesitantly, as if standing in front of a suspended martial god.

Under Qingsheng's guidance, she jumped up and hung directly on Qingsheng, then hugged him.

Qingsheng bent his legs slightly, holding her body steady. Then he moved up and down, taking Ranmo up and down with him, like a swing, hanging in the air.

Ranmo was a little mesmerized. He hadn't expected Qingsheng to be so adept with such a simple piece of exercise equipment. Under Qingsheng's guidance, Daimutou had also become so gentle and playful.

She forgot the pain of falling from the parallel bars. If Qingsheng had been there, he would not have let her make such a mistake and suffer such hardship.

The two of them were tired from playing. Qingsheng stretched his muscles and asked, "How about I be your exercise teacher?"

Ran Mo nodded and was about to praise him. He said, "I don't want to do it. I just want to be your teacher."

Ran Mo smiled inwardly and said, "Are you going to be my personal trainer? Unfortunately, I'm a bit lazy. I can only do this if you hold me or hang on me like this every day."

Just as she was daydreaming, Qingsheng laughed loudly, came over, picked her up, carried her on his shoulders, and strode towards home.

He let Ran Mo lie on his shoulder, shouting at him to let him go, and his legs were kicking non-stop.