My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

Chapter 42 Old Yan, you're lucky to be associated with me!

In the office.

The two stared at each other for almost a minute.

Lin Mo smirked, "Teacher, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hey, why are you?"

"Let's look at one more..."

"Ok?"

Yan Shiming's cold glare brought this classic dialogue to an abrupt end.

Lin Mo smiled sheepishly, "The teacher asked me to stay, there must be something else, right?"

"You've got some sense, kid."

Yan Shiming pondered, "Didn't you say today that you wanted to hire An Youyu to tutor you?"

"Correct."

Lin Mo was puzzled, not quite understanding why Yan Shiming would ask this question.

Yan Shiming tapped his fingers rapidly on the table. After remaining silent for nearly half a minute, he got up, went to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a stack of money, placing it on the table.

"Teacher, what are you doing...?"

"Here is two thousand yuan. I'm giving this money to An Youyu under the guise of tutoring."

Lin Mo glanced at the money on the table, then at Yan Shiming, his doubts growing stronger.

Yan Shiming smiled enigmatically, "When you asked An Youyu to tutor you, wasn't there an element of wanting to help her improve her financial situation?"

"Have."

After admitting it, Lin Mo then asked, "And what were your thoughts, teacher?"

Yan Shiming sighed, "I've been married for twenty-five years and have no children. Seeing An Youyu really makes my heart ache. Don't laugh at me, but I've had the urge to adopt her more than once. If she were my daughter, I'd wake up laughing in the middle of the night."

"Actually, I prepared the two thousand yuan last week, but I just couldn't think of a reason to give it to her. I just heard you talking about tutoring today, and I think this is the perfect opportunity."

Lin Mo's expression was strange. "That explains why you agreed so readily today, teacher..."

Yan Shiming banged on the table, "What are you standing there for? Grab the money and get out of here!"

Lin Mo stood still, looking hesitant.

Actually, he didn't want to accept the money.

Once the money is accepted, it's as if An Youyu has incurred Yan Shiming's favor.

In this life, he didn't want An Youyu to get involved with anyone else.

It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that it's unnecessary.

Yan Shiming, still worried, instructed, "By the way, don't tell that girl about the money, and don't go around telling anyone; this money is my private savings, and if your teacher's wife finds out, I'm finished."

"Isn't the teacher afraid I'll complain to his wife about this?"

"Not afraid."

"why?"

"Because I'll make you die before I die."

"..."

Seeing that Lin Mo remained silent, Yan Shiming raised an eyebrow. "You seem reluctant to accept this money?"

"Correct."

Seeing Lin Mo admit it so readily, Yan Shiming frowned slightly, "Tell me the reason."

"I'd like to ask the teacher a question first."

"explain."

"Has the teacher helped impoverished students before?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shiming was taken aback at first, but then he understood the implied meaning in Lin Mo's words.

Without saying a word, he pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, took out a metal box, and inside were a series of donation certificates.

“Your teacher’s wife and I don’t have any children. Since we are both teachers, we donate two months’ salary to the mountain education fund every year. We’ve been doing this for over ten years. The receipts are all here. Take a look.”

Lin Mo stepped forward and looked down at the donation receipts in the metal box, feeling deeply moved.

He bowed to Yan Shiming and then put away the two thousand yuan on the table.

"Teacher, I thank you on behalf of Xiaoyuer."

"Pretentious."

Lin Mo scratched his head awkwardly, then asked with curiosity, "Teacher, is your wife also a teacher? I don't think I've ever heard you mention her before."

Have you asked this before?

Faced with Yan Shiming's question, Lin Mo looked completely innocent, "The teacher always has a long face, like someone owes you money. Tell me, which student would dare to do that?"

Yan Shiming was speechless. "Isn't that because you guys are such a worry? If you were all as outstanding as An Youyu, would I have to keep a long face all the time?"

"Teacher, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"..."

Yan Shiming rolled his eyes at Lin Mo, "Your teacher's wife is much more capable than me. I teach high school, and she teaches university; moreover, we live in different cities and rarely see each other."

Lin Mo looked surprised. "Your professor's wife is a university professor? Which university?"

“National Tsing Hua University.”

"I rely on!"

Lin Mo's eyes widened. "Old Yan, you're way above your station!"

Yan Shiming: "..."

He really wanted to punch someone!

Lin Mo realized his slip of the tongue and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "I admire nothing but the teacher's abilities!"

Yan Shiming slammed his hand on the table in annoyance, "I'm not impressed by mountains or rivers; I'm only impressed by your foul mouth!"

Lin Mo forced a smile and gave a thumbs-up, "It rhymes quite well, good writing."

"roll!"

"As ordered."

Lin Mo took off running, his movements swift and decisive.

Yan Shiming shook his head and chuckled, "This kid..."

……

After retrieving his schoolbag from the classroom, Lin Mo slowly walked out of the school gate.

After his rebirth, he used to take An Youyu home every day. Now that he suddenly stopped, he felt a little out of sorts.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure out of the corner of his eye, and he froze on the spot.

Under a camphor tree not far ahead, An Youyu was engrossed in reading a worn-out ancient book. Her ordinary school uniform gave her an incredibly stunning, simple beauty.

She leaned against the tree trunk, her skin fair and smooth, radiating youthful energy, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Just as Lin Mo was about to step forward, someone beat him to it.

A young man dressed in casual clothes approached An Youyu, his eyes burning with desire. "Beautiful lady, want to add each other on WeChat?"

"do not add."

An Youyu didn't even look up, and softly refused.

Hearing An Youyu's soft, weak voice, the man's eyes burned even brighter, and he persisted, "No, please, I..."

Just as the man was about to unleash his foolproof pick-up line, he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and asked, "Who are you?"

Lin Mo pointed at An Youyu, then at himself, "Stay away from her."

Although the tone was calm, it left no room for argument.

The man gave a mocking smile. "Judging from your school uniforms, you must be students from No. 2 Middle School, right?"

"So what?"

"I used to be like that too. Come to think of it, I'm actually your senior."

The man's gaze fell on An Youyu again. "Isn't it normal for a senior to care about a junior?"

Lin Mo walked unhurriedly between the two, blocking the man's view, with an innocent smile on his face. "So you're a senior. I wonder who your homeroom teacher was when you were in No. 2 High School?"

"King Yama."

Lin Mo smiled knowingly, "What a coincidence! It's us too."

He lowered his voice and said, "Senior, let me give you a heads-up. Teacher Yan will be out soon. I think you'd better leave quickly, otherwise if he sees you flirting with a senior high school girl, he definitely won't let you off easily, given his personality."

The man took out his phone, checked the time, and said with a disdainful look, "Kid, it's been more than half an hour since school let out. How could the King of Hell still be at school? Who are you trying to scare?"

Lin Mo didn't speak, but his expression grew increasingly strange.

The man impatiently shoved Lin Mo aside, "Get out of the way, don't bother me while I'm looking after my junior."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deep, cold voice came from behind.

"Before you worry about your junior, how about I worry about you first?"

The man was extremely frustrated. "This is fucking infuriating, I just want to..."

When he saw Yan Shiming behind him, his words stopped abruptly, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. "Teacher Yan, you... don't misunderstand, I was just joking with the junior students, I didn't mean anything by it..."

He almost cried by the end.

Yan Shiming grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him up from the ground. "Hao Jian, right?"