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Chapter 33: West Private High School

Mu Miao felt like he was going to shut down after introducing himself. He slumped into a ball, his head resting on the window, his eyes downcast.

Song Qi's cold voice echoed in the classroom, "Mu Miao, pay attention in class, don't daydream."

Mu Miao: "QAQ!"

He once again received the attention of the entire class. He twisted his body and sat up straight, trying to hide his embarrassment and shame. He mumbled, "Okay...teacher."

Jiang Qianliu turned his head, puzzled, "Do you know Song Qi? He seems to be paying special attention to you."

Mu Miao shook his head, answering helplessly, "No."

He had only been following Song Qi for a while in his soul state. Song Qi had only seen his body, not him, so it didn't count as knowing him.

Jiang Qianliu nodded thoughtfully. The Jiang family was also a top-tier family in Yun City. Their upper circles were interconnected, and he quickly remembered Song Qi's identity: the younger brother of the Song family's patriarch, a rebellious rich second-generation who had gone off to study academics.

Jiang Qianliu had never heard any rumors about him having any romantic affairs. He looked at Mu Miao, who was intently listening to the lecture, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

Could it be that he likes this young one? Jiang Qianliu silently squeezed towards Mu Miao, gradually encroaching on his space. Their arms were pressed tightly together, as if only this could make him feel at ease.

Mu Miao was focused and didn't notice that his personal space had been silently invaded. Jiang Qianliu was too close to him.

He found this class excruciatingly difficult. In the first half, he could still focus all his attention on Song Qi, his brain wasn't very bright but he was still diligently working.

But as the difficulty of the knowledge increased, Mu Miao started to not understand. Everything around him started to become interesting, from the hair that fluttered on his forehead to his neatly trimmed nails, everything seemed particularly attractive at this moment.

Mu Miao spent the second half of the class staring at his nails. Song Qi's lecture was unable to reach his brain. At best, he could only appreciate the pleasant sound of his voice.

After class, Mu Miao lowered his head under Song Qi's strange gaze, refusing to meet his eyes.

He just didn't listen to the lecture, so what?

Mu Miao's belated rebelliousness came online at this moment. He was like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, completely giving up.

Song Qi first walked out of the classroom, then came back, "Mu Miao, come to my office after school."

Mu Miao: "...Okay."

Unfortunately, rebellion was no match for the teacher's orders.

Today was Sunday, formal classes would start tomorrow, and there was no evening self-study that lasted until nine o'clock tonight, so school was dismissed at five o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Qianliu didn't bring anything with him, he was going home empty-handed. He looked at Mu Miao, who looked like he was going to die, "Should I accompany you?"

Mu Miao asked back in confusion, "Why would you accompany me? Teacher Song didn't ask you to go to his office."

Jiang Qianliu poked Mu Miao's smooth forehead, "I'm just afraid that you'll be bullied if you go alone. You're so skinny and weak, what if he wants to do something to you? Can you resist?"

Mu Miao blinked, "But I'm a ghost, I'm still stronger than humans no matter what."

Jiang Qianliu had apparently forgotten about this. He scratched his tall nose awkwardly, "Well...you really don't need me to accompany you?"

Mu Miao flatly refused, "No."

He wasn't a little baby who couldn't walk, needing someone to accompany him everywhere.

These two simple words made Jiang Qianliu unhappy. His handsome face darkened, and he deliberately snorted, "No, then no. It's not like I'm clinging to you. I have a lot of things to do anyway."

He then strode away.

Mu Miao was still packing up his desk. After a whole day of classes, the desk was messy. Mu Miao had a slight case of OCD. Just as he liked to keep himself clean, his belongings also had to be clean and aesthetically pleasing.

A few minutes later, Mu Miao had tidied up his desk and was about to go to the office to find Song Qi. Suddenly, he remembered the scene of Jiang Qianliu running out of the classroom.

【001, is Jiang Qianliu angry?】

001 didn't understand either, 【Angry? Why would he be angry?】

Mu Miao was just going by his intuition, he couldn't explain it, 【I don't know, he seems to be angry, but he also seems not to be.】

001: 【Why bother with that? What does it matter to you if he's angry or not.】

Mu Miao thought about it and agreed, so he simply put Jiang Qianliu's matter out of his mind.

It was the same familiar office from that morning. Song Qi was sitting at his desk, his back straight as a pine tree, his posture impeccable. Just sitting there, he attracted everyone's attention.

Mu Miao stood at the door, feeling inexplicably timid when he saw him. He hesitated to enter.

Why did Song Qi want to see him? Mu Miao couldn't help but guess. Did he discover that he didn't listen to the lecture, that he didn't respect his hard work, so he was taking this opportunity to scold him when no one else was around?

Or was he following his responsibility as a teacher and wanted to explain the questions to him?

After thinking it over, Mu Miao didn't hesitate to hope that it was the former. After all, a long pain was better than a short one.

Song Qi had noticed Mu Miao the moment he arrived. He saw the furry head peek out from the doorway and then quickly retract, as if there were a ferocious beast in the office.

Song Qi quietly watched him for a few minutes, seeing that he still had no intention of coming in, he spoke up, "Mu Miao, come in."

Mu Miao's body trembled, and he slowly shuffled towards him like a little quail.

Song Qi looked at the young man in front of him. He naturally recognized him as the little ghost that had been floating around him. It was just that the little ghost had gotten a human body and had come back to him.

"Your family can't get in touch with you, they called me." Song Qi stated his purpose for calling Mu Miao. He picked up his phone and opened the call page, "Your family probably has something urgent to tell you, answer their call."

Mu Miao's expression was blank and dazed. This was completely different from all the scenarios he had imagined. Why wasn't this person following the script?

It turned out that he hadn't noticed that he wasn't paying attention in class at all. Mu Miao felt a sense of loss that he couldn't explain. He took the phone with both hands and put it to his ear, "Hello?"

A low, breathy voice came from the other end of the phone, "Is this little Mu Mu?"

Mu Miao heard that the other side was very noisy, with the occasional sound of pots and pans clashing. He subconsciously lowered his voice, "Yes, it's me."

"I'm just calling to tell you that Xi Ran is cooking tonight. Do you want to go home and eat his food or stay out overnight?"

Mu Miao felt like he had heard the sky collapse. He didn't hesitate for a second. His speech sped up because of the shock, "I'm not going home tonight. I'll sleep on the streets and eat whatever I can find, but I'm not going back."

Yin Jingnan said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll transfer some money to your teacher later. You take the money and make do for one night. Tomorrow, Yan Xu will probably be cooking, and he can probably only last until tomorrow."

Finally, she said softly, "Remember, you owe me a life."

The call ended, and Mu Miao had nowhere to go home.

Yin Jingnan quickly transferred the money to Song Qi's WeChat, ending with a waving hand emoji.

Song Qi didn't accept her money, but instead said to Mu Miao, "You don't have a place to stay tonight?"

Mu Miao nodded listlessly. Going back was impossible. He wouldn't eat Xi Ran's food even if he died.

Song Qi made a decision, "Alright, then come back with me."

Mu Miao suddenly looked up, staring at him in astonishment. The delicate and beautiful face immediately became guarded and alert, "Why go back with you? What are you trying to do?"

Song Qi's expression didn't change. He leaned back slightly, resting against the back of his chair, and explained his reasons with the same rigorous attitude as discussing academics, "First, I am your teacher, there is no possibility of me harming you. Second, you have nowhere to stay now, for your safety, I also need to find you a safe place to stay, and my home is the safest place I can think of."

"Finally, and most importantly, I'm curious about your species."

Mu Miao: "...Are you insulting me?"

"Of course not." Song Qi said frankly, "Everything I've learned and understood so far tells me that your existence is unscientific and against the laws of nature."

"And yet you appear before me, which forces me to overturn my understanding and re-examine you. I'm very curious about you, and I want to study you."

Mu Miao managed to find a few useful pieces of information from his words. He felt a little dizzy, "You mean, you know I'm..."

Song Qi continued his words, "A ghost, a kind of spiritual entity. Some people also call you containers of memory."

What the world after death is like, everyone is curious. But those who have died cannot tell them the truth, so they can only use their imagination.

The most widely accepted theory is that the soul is a condensation of one's lifetime memories, and memories make the soul immortal.

Mu Miao's heartbeat gradually calmed down under Song Qi's gaze, which seemed to be able to see through everything. He questioned, "You've been seeing me all this time? Not someone you imagined? You don't have a delusion?"

Mu Miao's tone gradually took on the anger of being deceived. He had clearly been treating this person as a vulnerable group, and he was even afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he specially asked Yin Lin to help him out.

Who knew this person was perfectly fine! Wasn't this deceiving a ghost's feelings?!

Song Qi readily admitted his mistake, "This is my fault, I apologize sincerely."

Mu Miao crossed his arms and turned his head proudly.

Just when Mu Miao thought that Song Qi would say more nice things to show his sincerity in apologizing, Song Qi stopped there.

He got up and put the computer on his desk into his laptop bag. He naturally said to Mu Miao, "Alright, let's go home."

Mu Miao's hand dropped. He looked at him in disbelief.

No, that's it? Just an apology? That's too perfunctory, right?

Song Qi was already about to leave when Mu Miao suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes. He stopped and looked down at him, "What's wrong?"

Mu Miao hesitated, unable to organize his complex emotions into words. In the end, he just stared at Song Qi with those watery, clear and sparkling eyes, hoping that he would understand.

But expecting a science guy to understand his heart was completely ridiculous and impossible, an insurmountable challenge.

Song Qi was stunned for a moment, then used his high IQ to analyze, "Are you... "

Mu Miao's eyes were full of expectation, encouraging him to continue thinking.

"Are you still worried about the things you didn't understand in class today? I guess so, you were playing with your nails during class and didn't listen."

Mu Miao: "..."

Song Qi was understanding, "Don't worry, I'll give you one-on-one tutoring tonight."

So that night, after dinner, Song Qi took a listless Mu Miao to his study.

Even though Mu Miao was someone who didn't like to read, when he saw a study filled with books like a vast ocean, like a small library, his eyes widened in surprise, unable to take his eyes off all the books.

Song Qi specially found some high school tutoring materials for Mu Miao. He sat down at the desk by the window, from here, he could see the sea of roses swaying in the night light.

Mu Miao had fallen in love with this sea of flowers as soon as he entered Song Qi's small manor. Now that the sun had set, the roses under the artificial light had a different kind of charm.

Mu Miao was mesmerized when his head was knocked.

Song Qi put down the book that had hit his head, "Pay attention to the lesson."

Mu Miao: "Okay."

It was indeed a waste of talent for someone like Professor Song Qi to teach high school knowledge, but Mu Miao didn't care. He listened and listened, then started to daydream again.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Song Qi's face, from his eyebrows to his lips that opened and closed, the more he looked, the more he couldn't help but overlap him with another figure in his memory.

Yu Chen, also Xi Yunchi.

Mu Miao felt a moment of trance, his mouth moved, "Yu..."

"What are you looking at?"

Their words rang out at the same time. Mu Miao suddenly came back to his senses, stopping his words.

Song Qi saw that his expression was strange, those star-like eyes were now blankly staring at a spot, looking lost and absent-minded.

Mu Miao's mood was low because of Xi Yunchi. He lowered his eyelids, "I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

But it was only eight o'clock.

Song Qi, who was well-versed in the dark schedules of modern young people, didn't believe that Mu Miao was tired now. He was probably just lazy.

Just like his few useless disciples.

Song Qi was silent for a few seconds, "Then today's lesson is over, go to sleep early."

Mu Miao nodded listlessly, "Okay, then good night."

"Good night."

Mu Miao returned to his guest room, sitting listlessly on the edge of the bed, his mind blank. This way, he wouldn't always think about Xi Yunchi.

【Beep-beep-important NPC missing, data error, please replace with nearby NPC or era.】

【NPC searching, beep-beep! Conditions met, NPC Pei Nuo replaces dance studio NPC, command executing.】

Mu Miao listened to the game system's announcement and suddenly realized something was wrong. He got up and suddenly went black before his eyes.

When the light returned to his surroundings, Mu Miao's vision was covered by a veil. He felt his arms and legs were cold. He looked down and saw a strapless gauze dress on him.

Mu Miao's pupils contracted. Looking up, he saw his current appearance reflected in the large mirror in front of him.

The white gauze dress was flowing and soft, revealing a large expanse of porcelain-white skin on his upper body. A thin layer of white gauze covered his head, directly blocking his upper body, creating a hazy and beautiful effect.

His slender waist was tightly bound by a belt, making it even more delicate and slender. His smooth and long legs were wrapped in white stockings, and he was wearing ballet shoes.

As the rhythm started, Mu Miao uncontrollably rose on his toes. The gorgeous long dress fluttered in the air, creating beautiful arcs, like a white butterfly dancing gracefully.

Around him were girls in the same clothes. He was among them, dancing with the same movements.

Several people stood in the dance studio, quietly peeking inside.