The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage

Even when the bell for Chinese class rang, Ye Linlang still didn't see Jiang Qiran come back.

Ye Linlang looked at the classroom door anxiously, and she couldn't help but feel anxious.

What exactly was going on? Even if they wanted to teach Jiang Qiran that he shouldn't play basketball early instead of studying, they couldn't let him not even be able to attend class, right?

Ye Linlang didn't know that the teaching directors' teaching topics for Jiang Qiran were no longer about studying early to play basketball. Instead, they were directly talking about why high school students shouldn't fall in love early.

However, if Ye Linlang knew, she probably wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, or she would have felt indignant in her heart.

So what if he fell in love at sixteen or seventeen years old? The ancient people had already married and had children at this age…

Well, even if they were modern people, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Was there a need to be so irked?

Ye Linlang even felt that ever since she met Jiang Qiran, her entire person seemed to be filled with positive energy.

After all, there was a whole entity urging you to do the "Five-year college entrance exam three-year simulation", in addition to your boyfriend who made you participate in various competitions and cram classes. It was hard not to be diligent!

…

The male teacher who taught Chinese had always been a punctual person. He arrived at the podium early and started teaching with the materials he had prepared last night.

Ye Linlang immediately became absent-minded because of Jiang Qiran's absence.

She took out a beautiful notebook and began to write Jiang Qiran's name on it.

Later on, it became 'Qiran.'

Ye Linlang didn't know if it was because she was writing her sweetheart's name or because she had made progress in her calligraphy practice these days, but Ye Linlang felt that the two characters 'Qiran' were exceptionally beautiful. Every stroke seemed to carry a special feeling.

Just when Ye Linlang was in a daze, she suddenly heard a cold and clear male voice outside the door.

"Reporting."

When Ye Linlang heard that familiar male voice, she immediately raised her head in surprise.

As expected, there was already an outstanding-looking youth standing outside the door. He had a handsome face and his thin lips were slightly pursed. He looked like he was not easy to approach.

The male teacher who taught Chinese hated it the most when someone was late for his class. Regardless of whether the results were good or bad, he had always hated people who were not punctual.

"Class has already started for ten minutes. Student Jiang Qiran, although your results are very good, why are you so late?"

Anyone could hear the unhappy tone of the Chinese teacher.

Jiang Qiran pursed his lips and was about to explain, but before he could say anything, Ye Linlang had interrupted him.

"Teacher! Don't misunderstand! When the speech under the flag ended just now, the teaching director specially kept Jiang Qiran to talk, so Qiran is late!"

When the language teacher heard the anxious young girl's voice, he immediately frowned.

He turned around and saw that Ye Linlang, who was sitting on the far right side of the classroom, had already stood up. Her delicate and pretty brows were filled with sincerity.

Actually, the language teacher quite liked Ye Linlang.

That was because Ye Linlang's composition style was very liked by the language teacher. Although her words were simple, they had a very real power, as passionate as a ball of fire.

To put it simply, it was very spiritual and had a unique style.

And for people like Jiang Qiran, beautiful words were beautiful, but they were too experienced and too cold. It was not the language teacher's cup of tea.

The office was only so big, and in fact, teachers were also very gossipy. The language teacher had naturally heard about the matter between Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran.

The language teacher's brows furrowed even more.

"Ye Linlang, I'm asking Jiang Qiran. Why are you standing up to answer?"

When the students in the class heard the language teacher's question, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A few boys sitting in the front row were even more interested in watching the show. They began to tease.

"Teacher, don't you know? Student Ye Linlang and student Jiang have a very good relationship!"

When he said the last few words, that boy even deliberately emphasised their relationship, as if he was afraid that people would not understand his hidden meaning.

Very soon, people began to echo!

"It's not just a good relationship! They are boyfriend and girlfriend!"

Hearing the noisy voices of the boys, the language teacher's shrewd eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure.

"What are you all arguing about! I just asked Ye Linlang, did I let you answer?"

The nosy boys in the class immediately curled their lips and fell silent.

After all, everyone knew that the language teacher was the most difficult teacher to provoke in grade one Class A. in the past, there were also people who tried to provoke him, but in the end, they would always obediently submit to him.

…

Just when everyone thought that the language teacher would use this as an excuse to get angry, he suddenly turned around and waved at Jiang Qiran indifferently. His tone was also very calm.

"Alright, for the sake of the cause, you may come in. If you have nothing to do in the future, try not to be late next time."

Jiang Qiran also nodded very calmly.

"Alright, I will remember it."

Ye Linlang saw Jiang Qiran walking towards her, and she suddenly felt a little inexplicably excited.

She really wanted to know what Jiang Qiran had talked to the principal and the others about after being gone for so long.

She winked at Jiang Qiran, her expression filled with curiosity.

Jiang Qiran sat down indifferently.

Ye Linlang deliberately shifted her chair and moved closer to Jiang Qiran. Her voice was very soft, so only she and Jiang Qiran could hear it.

"What did the homeroom teacher and the others talk to you about earlier?"

Ye Linlang's intuition told her that it was not a good thing.

Just as Jiang Qiran was about to answer, the language teacher suddenly shot him a cold glare.

Jiang Qiran immediately pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Among all the teachers in the class, Jiang Qiran actually liked the language teacher the most.

The reason was very simple. This teacher had a wide range of knowledge and could talk about anything at will. Sometimes, a lot of boring academic knowledge could also be very interesting.

Ye Linlang saw that Jiang Qiran had shut his mouth and was immediately a little disappointed. However, she quickly noticed the silent "Pay Attention" of the language teacher and quickly pretended to focus on the textbook.

However, Ye Linlang was really curious about what Jiang Qiran was called to say. It was said that curiosity killed the cat. Ye Linlang could not help but stretch out her right hand and hold Jiang Qiran's finger bit by bit.

When his palm was touched by Ye Linlang's slightly warm fingertip, Jiang Qiran's eyebrows furrowed.

He tilted his head and threw a silent warning at Ye Linlang.

It was as if he was saying to let go.

Ye Linlang felt that Jiang Qiran's reaction was very interesting. She couldn't help but climb her finger bit by bit and scratched Jiang Qiran's palm.

Was she flirting with Prince Charming like this?

Ye Linlang's heart was filled with sweetness. Then, she began to write on Jiang Qiran's hand.

She had just written the word "Teacher." Before she could write the rest of the content, she suddenly heard the language teacher's powerful voice.

"Ye Linlang, translate the first paragraph of this classical Chinese!"