Chapter 68. Isn’t it uncomfortable to hold back? (micro h.)

Chen Jiashu’s eyes widened instantly, and her pupils suddenly dilated. “Xu”

Xu Yingyuan, the professor of the Northern Dance School and the head of the Capital Ballet.

The person she had been waiting for for a long time.

“You didn’t tell me earlier!” Idiot! Chen Jiashu really wanted to knock him to death. She tugged at the hem of her skirt and ran sharply outside.

She was pulled back by Chen Du, “How are you going to go out like this now?”

“Is it all because of you?” Chen Jiashu was even more furious, and slammed her fist into his chest, “Don’t touch me!”

She was so heartless. Chen Du was both angry and amused. “You have to wait for people to come out before you talk! Are we going to the toilet now?”

“…”

His voice was calm. “Have you thought about what you should talk about later and how to talk to her?”

“…”

“Where would you have run off to if I hadn’t just pulled you in?”

“…”

Chen Jia Shu was stunned by him for a moment before she quickly reacted and choked back in defiance. “You pulled me over just because you wanted to f*ck me.”

“I didn’t go in.”

Chen Du raised his hands to show his innocence but suddenly realised that his right hand didn’t seem so innocent. He put it down and only held up his left hand, “I just missed you a lot.”

Chen Jiashu fished out a tissue from his shirt pocket to wipe down and put on the dress that had fallen to her ankles.

She had really forgotten. Professor Xu Yingyuan was coming. This was something she’d heard from someone a long time ago. The school festival was by no means just a simple performance for her, but most likely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was a springboard to turn her fate around, so she was riveted to stay on the stage even if she had to die with Dai Yining.

She stayed, but the series of changes happened so suddenly that she suddenly changed from a white swan to a black swan, and her performance style was adjusted, so the topics she had prepared and the predetermined dialogues were not quite applicable.

Moreover, the senior she had been looking up to for a long time was suddenly close at hand, and she was about to meet her. What could she say?

Suddenly, she had the feeling that she was even more shy when she was close to home.

Chen Du also said that Professor Xu was looking for her.

What did she want to talk to her about again?

“You’re waiting for her, so you’re taking the Northern Dance exam, aren’t you?” Chen Du asked her.

“You!” Chen Jia Shu stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth, “No talking!”

“Why?”

“If you say it, I won’t be able to pass the exam! Idiot!”

“Why?”

“There’s no such thing as why. Do you think everyone is like you, taking exams wherever you want?” He didn’t even know this taboo? He was talking nonsense. He knew only to make poison every day. “If I don’t go to school, you’ll just have to wait.”

Chen Du immediately felt a lack of oxygen. He wanted to ask if waiting was waiting for what, ah. As in, she would not go to school and she’d let him raise her at home? That was exactly what he wanted. He thought about it, but he didn’t dare ask. If he did, he would definitely be scolded.

“How could you? You are so fierce.” The word “fierce” after that was forcibly swallowed back in her murderous stare. Chen Du finally seemed to understand a little, and said a little embarrassedly, “I am stupid. I am stupid. I will not say it again.”

Chen Jiashu turned her back to him and pointed to the clasp on her back.

He helped her button it up and zip up her shirt. “I have a competition next year. It’s similar to the draft exam. If you get the prize, you don’t need the draft exam.”

Chen Jiashu: “…” Forget it, he was immortal.

He cautiously discussed with her, “If you go to Beijing, I will also go to Beijing, okay?”

“Okay, my a*s.” Chen Jiashu rolled her eyes at him pretending to ask. What to ask, ah? If she said no, would he not go? He was pretending.

The heels next door were clicking again, and Professor Xu walked out of the bathroom and met some leaders coming down the hallway.

A group of people stood at the entrance of the aisle and chatted cordially, blocking Chen Jiashu, who was just about to leave, from coming back.

Chen Du was very relaxed as these leaders talked about everything from astronomy to geography. Their poetry and songs talked about the philosophy of life, just like an ocean. He listened at the door frame for a while, then turned around and went to pick Chen Jiashu’s coffers.

“What are you doing?” Chen Jiashu was suddenly lifted up in the air, and when she missed the ground for a moment, she panicked.

Chen Du pulled down her underwear, opened her legs, and two fingers pushed open the lips of her cunt, forcefully squeezing in, “Just now, you did not c*m yet. Is it not uncomfortable to hold it?”

“You umm,” He pressed his thumb into her little cl*t, softening her at once. She shivered and arched her back, biting her fingers and muffling a grunt.

“It’s just as well. They will talk about theirs and you will do yours.”