132: Chapter 132 Keep the door closed to avoid suspicion

"Shen! Weiyue! What did you just say?"

After two seconds of silence, Counselor Chen Ruobing asked, grinding her teeth and enunciating every word.

"It's nothing. See you tomorrow." Shen Weiyue calmly hung up the phone, handed it back to Qi Hui, and began typing away as if nothing had happened.

The three silly dogs were stunned for a long moment, then looked at each other.

Good heavens, Shen the Pretender King is so fierce!

This dog of a guy just said he was going to discipline Fatty Xie, and now he's starting to discipline the Counselor.

They had lived for nearly twenty years and had never seen such a scene.

It wasn't just them who hadn't seen it; Counselor Chen Ruobing had been a Counselor for years and had never seen someone so arrogant.

Right now, she stared at her phone in disbelief, listening to the busy signal, her delicate mouth slightly agape, unable to close.

He... he said I was telling him what to do?

And he used it as a question!

How did Shen Weiyue dare? Did he have no respect for her at all?

Counselor Chen Ruobing's chest heaved rapidly with anger. She took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't calm down, so she let out two roars like a furious dragon.

"Ah..."

"Ah!"

"Shen Weiyue, I'll make you regret this tomorrow!"

...

"Brother... Brother Yue?"

"Shut up."

"Oh."

...

"Old Yue, what was that just now?"

"You shut up too."

"Oh."

...

"Handsome Yue, how are you so awesome?"

"Envious?"

"Envious."

"Transfer me 50, and I'll teach you a couple of tricks."

...

The three in the dorm tried to steer the conversation toward what just happened to pry for more details, but Shen Weiyue ignored them all.

He put on his headphones and entered "land keyboard immortal" mode, his laptop clattering loudly. The others wanted to see what he was doing, but they couldn't see anything.

"Oh-Bi, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to buy a computer when I go home for National Day and bring it back," Xie Dongming said first.

"I have the same idea. The School of Computer Science has a rule that freshmen can't bring computers, but if Shen Weiyue dares to bring one, I will too!" A-Bin decided.

Qi Hui shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed, "I'm so miserable being with you rich brothers. I don't have the money to buy a computer; I'm crying tears of envy."

"It's fine, you can use it whenever we're not using ours," Xie Dongming waved his hand generously, then seemed to remember something and asked, confused, "By the way, besides the Department of Living coming to check the dorm at the start of the semester, why haven't they come back since?"

"How would they dare to come back? Brother Yue roasted them last time, and now we've got dirt on them. You guys can bring your computers without worry."

"Haha, this is destiny."

...

The next morning.

Xie Dongming and the others were still fast asleep, but Shen Weiyue had already gotten up, washed up, and was fully dressed.

He went downstairs, hopped on his bike, and headed toward the School of Computer Science.

Counselor Chen Ruobing's office was at the end of the hallway on the fourth floor. Shen Weiyue followed the light and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

A voice called out, and Shen Weiyue opened the door.

Counselor Chen Ruobing was sitting at her desk, her posture upright and elegant. She wore a black, thin, high-neck wool sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

On her lower half, she wore a long gray satin skirt that had a nice sheen from a certain angle.

She was looking down, writing something, her profile looking serious and serene. This scene made Shen Weiyue lose his focus for a moment.

Many times before, he had gone to find Liang Yuting to hand in his English essays, also in a teacher's office, with the same sitting posture, the same hairstyle...

The flowers fall, do what they may; the swallows return, on familiar wings.

It feels like I'm seeing her from back then again.

After Counselor Chen Ruobing answered the knock and heard no movement, she turned her head and saw Shen Weiyue standing at the door, staring blankly at her.

His eyes were so gentle, yet looking closer, there was a hint of brokenness, a hint of nostalgia, and a touch of something deep and indescribable.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Counselor Chen Ruobing's heart trembled. The anger she felt last night vanished instantly, and the intention she had to severely lecture him also faded.

"Shen... Shen Weiyue, why are you standing there stunned?"

"Oh, sorry, I was reminded of an old friend."

"An old friend?"

"My high school teacher. You wouldn't know her, so don't ask."

Shen Weiyue met Counselor Chen Ruobing's puzzled gaze, walked into the office, and casually looked around at the furnishings.

She glanced at him, stood up, poured a glass of water into a disposable paper cup, and then casually closed the door.

Shen Weiyue shouted reflexively, "Don't close the door!"

"Huh?" Counselor Chen Ruobing was even more confused. "It's windy outside."

"It can't be closed. A man and a woman in the same room—we need to avoid suspicion." Shen Weiyue shook his head while leaning toward the window, as if he would jump out and run if she dared to close the door.

"I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Counselor Chen Ruobing snapped, unable to hold back her anger.

This little bastard and his defensive actions—does he think I'm going to eat him?

Go ask the entire School of Computer Science—which guy wouldn't want to be alone with me? An opportunity others would kill for, and he avoids it like the plague. I really don't know what's going on in his head.

Counselor Chen Ruobing snorted and didn't give Shen Weiyue the water she poured; she just drank it all herself.

Shen Weiyue watched her tilt her head back to drink, the large assets on her chest stretching the black sweater into a full curve, while the long skirt on her lower half accentuated her flat stomach.

This woman certainly had the assets to be proud of.

But it was a pity; in the end, she was not that breathtaking vision from the past, and she could not soothe the sorrowful spring waves beneath the bridge of his heart.

After Counselor Chen Ruobing finished the water, she threw the paper cup into the trash can. Seeing him staring at her, she said coldly, "If you want water, pour it yourself."

"I don't want water," Shen Weiyue said, shaking his head, his mood low. "Counselor Chen, if you have something to say, just say it. I have things to do later."

"There is indeed something. The school is holding a New Year's Eve gala this year, and all classes are required to actively submit programs to showcase student talent. Around mid-to-late November, the School of Computer Science Student Union's Entertainment Department will organize auditions..."

"Counselor Chen, what are you talking about? Isn't the school's orientation gala after National Day? Why is our school holding an orientation gala on New Year's Day?"

"Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new—welcoming the New Year, not the new students!"

"Oh, that's what it means. So?"

Counselor Chen Ruobing felt inexplicably irritated by Shen Weiyue's indifferent and lazy attitude, and her volume raised involuntarily. "So our class needs to submit a program."

"Then submit one. What does that have to do with me? I'm not the entertainment committee member." Shen Weiyue spread his hands.

"Of course it has to do with you. You need to sign up and participate."

"Doesn't An Lan know how to dance? She's the vice monitor, too. She should go. Why should I go and mess around? I'm very busy; I don't have time to be someone's entertainment."

"It wasn't me who said you should sign up; it was Vice Dean Zhang who specifically requested it. She watched the video of you singing and said you should sign up."

Counselor Chen Ruobing's words puzzled Shen Weiyue. He thought about it, but couldn't remember who Vice Dean Zhang was, so he asked, "Who is Vice Dean Zhang?"

"Vice Dean Zhang Ting. She's also my mentor. She's mainly responsible for student ideological and political education, career guidance, and publicity. She is the overall coordinator for this New Year's gala."

"Male or female?"

"Female."

"How old is she?"

"Over forty."

"Oh, that's good."

Shen Weiyue let out a long sigh of relief, while Counselor Chen Ruobing's eyes widened.