Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss (WN)

“I’m sorry, Teacher Gong.”

Fang Qiuye sighed. Although she did not feel like attending a blind date, her soul also felt ashamed when she repeatedly rejected him.

“It feels great when I stop updating for a while. It feels even nicer when I stop updating for a very long time. but… a crematorium only awaits for me when the high is over,” she wailed. “I can’t stop!”

She was obsessive and could not accept when a day’s absence would make the little red flowers on the pages of her works disappear. So Fang Qiuye slowly continued to struggle between staying up late and her desire to become a lazybones. Still, she wrote Teacher Gong’s name on her sticky note and pasted it on the screen of her desktop computer.

“Every time I see Teacher Gong’s name, I feel a sense of urgency,” she nodded. “Maybe this would influence my brain to become innovative, and I can really write a thousand more words.”

This was the first note of a non-writing content to be plastered on her screen. She thought the note could be taken off in a month at most. Who knew that it would last there for nearly half a year in the end!

Books could never be finished; another story begins after the first one ends.

Fang Qiuye didn’t have much day off, and the only remaining day off should be dedicated to her nagging parents and her best friend. Finally… after she had rehearsed countless scenes of inviting Teacher Gong to eat high-quality steak, she didn’t expect that they would finally meet.

The day they met was full of confusion and dizziness. In order to squeeze out the time for the date, she rushed the draft the day before. Although she slept very late, she had to get up early at six o’clock the next day to write. Even on the way to the subway station, she used her mobile phone to type around 500 words. Then, she finally arrived at the scene – it was a pretty, well-known restaurant.

There, she unexpectedly met a handsome male teacher… Not only was he not bald, but he was also a bit handsome!

If she were to describe him with her usual phrase, he would be the male protagonist who would help her write two or three hundred words. Fang Qiuye, who hadn’t washed her hair in time because of the draft, blushed. Then, a gleam of inspiration shined through her eyes.

She had never written a campus-themed story; she had also never written about a male protagonist teaching at a university.

‘Gee! Material, here we go!’

It turned out that the male teacher in his collared shirt was quite charming. His fingers were slender. The way he held the chalk must be quite nice to the eyes. The female students sitting in the first row of the classroom must be splitting their eyes when they see his hands, right?!

“Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?” he said. The male teacher smiled and handed over the menu.

Huh? Fang Qiuye narrowed her eyes. His voice sounded quite gentle, though it was not in line with the deep voice she often liked to describe. But unexpectedly, it made her feel like the sound of the ‘cello’ in the ancient romance… Although she did not hear the cello very frequently, she, who grew up surrounded by the ancient words, had such a right to imagine!

Not bad! Facing such a handsome guy, her appetite was wide open. Fang Qiuye’s mind, which had gotten chaotic because of staying up all night, lit up in the darkness, because of the calm, warm dark eyes in front of her.

Her mind suddenly became clear. She was suddenly reminded of today’s agenda. She came to better her English skills for Yaoyao! Attracted to his eyes, my a*s!

“Uhhh… Mr. Gong, shall we order in English?” she said. “How do you say bullfrog in English? For the dry pot and boiled…. Is there a more beautiful word for each of them?”

Ugly words were not worthy of such a beautiful Yaoyao. Fang Qiuye blurted out, a little embarrassed. However, the handsome teacher Gong not only made her feel at ease with her questions, but he also seemed quite happy. In his warm black eyes, there seemed to be appreciation and joy.

“Well, great minds think alike. The translation must not only express the meaning, but they must also have an aesthetic sense,” he said, nodding.

Fang Qiuye was overjoyed. She immediately took the opportunity to ask all the English names of the food on the menu. Then, she took out English elementary school textbooks from her bag. “Teacher, I understand all these. Can you listen to me and see if my pronunciation is correct? Ah, because…”

Gong Xuechang seemed to be happier. His warm eyes narrowed, and he nodded. “No problem,” he said. “I’ll order you another glass of watermelon juice, and you can read slowly.”

“Okay,” she said. Fang Qiuye lifted the sleeves of her sportswear. Since she had decided to go for tutoring, she must be serious and must not mislead Yaoyao. “Mr. Gong, if I encounter something I don’t understand in the future…”

“Except for class hours where I can’t reply in time, you can ask me at any time. Just call me directly, since communication is more efficient that way.”

“Ah, okay~”

Fang Qiuye was even happier. The word “efficient” suited her very well. So, their first meeting ended happily. Soon, there was a second time, a third time… for the so-called ‘tutoring.’ Gong Xuechang soon discovered the truth from the little bits of clues.

“Jinjiang Romance Network… seven times in a night… Are you a romance writer?”

Fang Qiuye was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red, “…Teacher, we are having an English class.”

“So?”

“S-so, you can’t chat in class.”

“Then… the class is dismissed…”

“!!!”