Childhood Sweethearts: He's Jealous Again!

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: The Husband-Protecting Demoness

In the classroom.

Mengmeng’s eyes, sparkling like crystals, were fixed on Gu Zhihan, unblinking, as if she were trying to see a flower bloom right before her.

Even Gu Zhihan’s ears began to feel a faint warmth from her gaze.

“Hey, have you had enough of staring?” Gu Zhihan could no longer bear it and asked out loud.

“How could I ever get enough of looking at you? You’re someone I could stare at for a lifetime without tiring…” Mengmeng responded instinctively, then leaned her head closer to him, “I’m just curious, why didn’t the teacher hit you just now?”

Tong Mo and Lu Zichen were both hit pretty hard, but why did the teacher let her husband off the hook? Could it be because her husband was just too handsome?

“What, do you actually wish the teacher had hit me?” Hearing her question, Gu Zhihan couldn’t help but narrow his eyes in disbelief, staring back at her in response.

“Of course not!” Mengmeng shook her head hastily, feeling utterly wronged!

She would rather take a beating herself than let him get hit.

“I was just asking.” And then she quickly added another sentence.

“Isn’t it obvious? Teachers would never want to hit a good student like him!” Lu Zichen, who had just returned to the classroom, couldn’t help but let out a snort upon hearing Mengmeng’s words.

“Exactly!”

Tong Mo quickly agreed.

“Seems like there’s still some benefit to being a good student.” Upon hearing this, Mengmeng immediately showed a thoughtful expression and seemed to think of something. She then clenched her little fists and spoke with motivation, “I’ll also study hard from now on, become a good student, so if I ever forget to wear my Young Pioneer scarf again, the teacher won’t hit me, and my husband won’t need to take the blame for me!”

Gu Zhihan: “…”

Lu Zichen: “…”

Tong Mo: “…”

“Hey, wait, Mengmeng, wasn’t Gu Zhihan the one who forgot to wear the Young Pioneer scarf? But why are you saying Gu Zhihan took the blame for you?” At this moment, Tong Mo finally realized something was off in her statement.

“Yeah!” Lu Zichen also noticed something fishy and looked at her with puzzled eyes.

Mengmeng simply blurted out, “Because the person who forgot to wear the scarf was me!” @@novelbin@@

Since everyone here was friends, she wasn’t worried they would run off to tattle to the teacher, and even if they did tell, she could just argue her way out anyhow.

“Pfft…” Tong Mo, of course, wouldn’t tell the teacher, but she couldn’t help laughing out loud, slapping the table, pointing at Luo Mengmeng, “I remember someone saying just yesterday that only dummies forget to wear their Young Pioneer scarves, Luo Mengmeng, aren’t you just insulting yourself?”

“That’s right! That’s right!” Lu Zichen was almost laughing madly as well.

Mengmeng looked at the two of them speechlessly for a while and couldn’t resist reminding them, “Don’t forget that you two also didn’t wear your scarves, and didn’t you each say yesterday that anyone who doesn’t wear a scarf is either a fool or a pig?”

So, is it really okay to be laughing at someone else’s mistake like that?

“…”

Tong Mo and Lu Zichen’s laughter came to an abrupt halt, and they could no longer laugh.

“So, in the future, don’t make absolute statements, or you’ll only humiliate yourselves.” Gu Zhihan swept his gaze over Mengmeng and the others, then withdrew his eyes, took out his Chinese textbook from his bag, left his seat, and went straight to the podium to lead the class in reading.

“Tch, acting all high and mighty, like he’s something special!” Lu Zichen couldn’t stand Gu Zhihan’s attitude, as if he was the only wise and venerable one around, and now his gaze was sternly fixed on Gu Zhihan’s retreating figure.

“Dare to speak ill of my husband, are you asking for a beating?!”

As soon as Mengmeng heard him badmouth her darling husband behind his back, her small hand grabbed the pencil case and began fiercely knocking it on his head.

Tong Mo: The wife-guarding demon, too scary to provoke, too scary to provoke.