Chapter eight
The rugby team
After a short break, Jun Mey and Chi An returned to the classroom. The students regarded them as the university's newest couple because of the recent bold kiss.
"The kiss appeared to be something you'd practiced beforehand, hehe," Nuan Mei prodded Jun Mey using her elbow. She spoke excitedly, "Why haven't I heard anything about your kissing experience?"
In front of Chi An, Nuan Mei teased Jun Mey innocently, not caring about Chi An's feelings. Jun Mey blushed upon hearing the subtle taunt and found it tough to remain calm around Nuan Mei.
Seeing the students talk about her recent action, although positively, Jun Mey thought Nuan Mei spiked the entire reaction because of her playful tease. She thought Nuan Mei couldn't keep quiet even for a second.
So hearing Nuan Mei's teasing question, Jun Mey, having recovered her calm, stated with steadied eyes, "That was my first kiss with him."
Jun Mey mumbled these words, slowly and calmly clasping her hands. She knew Nuan Mei wouldn't believe her, so she did not attempt to persuade her.
Thinking of something, Nuan Mei suddenly flapped her hands, laughing in a child's tone. She asked with a child's high-pitched tone, "Is that right?" She continued after a brief pause, "It's no wonder that Mr. Deli is envious. You deliberately allow another guy to taste your lips before him."
Just as Jun Mey wanted to speak, Nuan Mei interrupted with her childlike tone, "It brings to mind something." She excitedly turned to indifferent Chi An, "You're the first to taste her lip, Chi An. You should..." Jun Mey rushed over to Nuan Mei, her hand covering her mouth.
'This girl will sell me with her mouth,' Jun Mey thought, her eyes calm.
Jun Mey opened and widened her hands slowly and said deliberately, "Mei, I'll pay for your lunch." Jun Mey's eyes remained clear and calm as crystal. She said, "You haven't tasted my delicacy. So what do you say?"
Hearing Jun Mey's question, Nuan Mei's eyes lit up like a puppy. She jumped around the place.
Seating with his arms crossed, Chi An thought, 'Was this her first kiss?' Chi An wondered how Jun Mey could say she gave him his first kiss when she'd been seeing Bingwen Deli for a long time. Furthermore, he argued in his heart why Jun Mey couldn't kiss the Bingwen Deli but couldn't conclude anything.
Bingwen Deli seeing the action of Jun Mey and Chi An, pointed at them like he was looking at societal garbage. Not having enough, he snorted furiously and sat back in childish anger.
At this point, a teacher entered the hall.
This professor was short and wore a white laboratory glove. It made him stand out.
Seeing him enter, one of the sociology students shouted his name in annoyance, "Bojing Fuhua?"
Another person interrupted him, "What has brought this short man here?"
A female student cautioned people talking around her, "Stop speaking. This troublesome Bojing Fuhua has joined the class with his cursing voice. The student thought Bojing Fuhua had a sad demeanor.
Another male interrupted, "He'll speak swiftly, using nasal tone. We can't even hear him very well."
Another student gently tapped his desk, "He is essentially teaching nothing." The student frowned, "I'd prefer he dispatches his instructional notes and knowledge to us through the internet than come here to disturb us."
As Bojing Fuhua finally got onto the platform, he grimaced. He had heard what the student was saying amidst their mumbling.
Bojing Fuhua squinted his eyes, his face showing impatience. He said with a nasal tone, "You are all free to leave. I didn't come here to listen to your rants." The first words out of Bojing Fuhua's mouth did not disappoint the student.
When Bojing Fuhua observed the rowdy class, he immediately targeted one of the students. Pointing at the student impatiently, he asked, "Could you please give me your name?"
The student stood with a raised eyebrow, "My surname is Guotin."
Bojing Fuhua frowned, interrupting the student, "Do you have a hearing impairment? Snorting, he continued, "Did I only ask for your surname?" Bojing Fuhua was impatient and unfazed.
Noticing the situation, the student spoke in a light ethnic accent, "Hello, my name is Guotin Donghai." He talked in a drawl pace, rolling his eyes.
Speaking over him, Bojing Fuhua said in his nasal tone, "You can write a self-reflection letter or consider dropping out of this institution." He didn't care if the student understood his position or not. He was not there to plead with them.
Someone said, "This Guotin Donghai speaks like a southern zone residence."
Another person interrupted, "Have you been to the southern zone before?"