Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Ning Yutong and Hao Junran were preparing in the lecture hall.

Yu Heng glanced at his phone; the interview was at five o'clock, so there was still enough time.

He needs to go find Qin Lu.

She is my mentor, and she will be present during the interview that evening.

That's a serious matter, and of course, we should also check on her condition.

Yu Heng walked to the door of the counselor's office and knocked twice.

"Come in," came Qin Lu's voice from inside.

Yu Heng pushed open the door and went in.

Qin Lu was alone in the office.

She was sitting behind her desk. When she saw it was him, she frowned slightly and asked in a businesslike tone, "What is it?"

"Advisor, you need to be there for the club interview tonight." Yu Heng walked to the desk and stood there looking at her.

From this angle, Yu Heng's gaze naturally swept downwards.

Sure enough, she wore it again.

Flesh-colored stockings, very thin.

"Okay, I understand. What time? Which classroom?" Qin Lu leaned back slightly, a defensive posture.

"It'll be 5 o'clock soon, in lecture hall 204 of Building 1," Yu Heng said in a very serious tone. "We've initially screened forty people, and will interview them in two groups. We'll interview 20 people today, and it should take about an hour."

"I'll be there at five o'clock sharp," Qin Lu replied quickly.

She has to go; it's work.

"Okay." Yu Heng nodded, but didn't leave. With a knowing smile, he asked, "Are you still angry?"

Qin Lu looked up at him, her brows furrowing even more: "Why am I angry?"

"That means you're still angry." Yu Heng raised an eyebrow and took a step forward.

"Didn't I say..." Qin Lu's voice carried a warning, "You're not allowed to mention that again!"

Yu Heng walked around the desk and stood beside her.

She instinctively tried to move to a chair to create some distance, but he held the back of the chair down.

"What is it?" Yu Heng bent down slightly. "Counselor, you have to tell me so I can find out."

"Yu Heng!" She turned and glared at him. "I'm serious! I'm not joking!"

"I wasn't joking." Yu Heng's tone became more serious. He raised his other hand and naturally put it on Qin Lu's shoulder.

"I just hope you won't be angry," Yu Heng said, his fingers beginning to trace patterns on her collarbone.

Qin Lu's body went numb, and she almost made a sound.

She raised her hand to push him away, but his other hand grabbed her wrist.

"Yu Heng!" Her voice trembled; this time she was truly panicked. "This is the office!"

He's incredibly audacious!

"I know," Yu Heng smiled, "that's why I haven't done anything, has I?"

Didn't you do anything?

What else do you want to do?

Qin Lu cursed inwardly.

What are you doing to me?

"Have you taken your medicine?" Yu Heng suddenly asked, catching Qin Lu off guard with the abrupt change of topic.

"I ate..." she answered instinctively, then couldn't help but grit her teeth and curse, "You little rascal, now you're scared?"

"I'm not afraid," Yu Heng's breath fell on her ear, "I'm mainly worried about you. It's quite dangerous for older mothers to give birth."

Qin Lu whirled around, nearly bumping into Yu Heng's chin: "Shut up!"

Who wants to have his child!

How could he say such a thing! Qin Lu cursed inwardly.

After scolding her, I thought again, "An older mother? She's thirty-eight this year, if you really want to count..."

No! Why would she need to calculate this?

Yu Heng looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

I was angry, but I didn't actually lose my temper.

This is enough.

"Okay, don't be angry," Yu Heng said, wiping her stockings. "Your stockings are very pretty today, I like them very much."

"Can't you just stop talking so much?" Qin Lu turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Okay, I'll say less." Yu Heng removed his hand, and Qin Lu's initial arousal vanished like a sudden stop. "See you later, we'll talk more after the interview."

He spoke more seriously, but his eyes still held a smile.

Qin Lu then turned around and met his gaze.

Is this little rascal so sure he won't really turn on me?

"I'll be there on time for the interview," Qin Lu said, trying to keep her voice calm. "You can go out now; I have work to do."

This is an order to leave.

But Yu Heng could tell that there wasn't much confidence in those words.

"Okay." Yu Heng straightened up, took two steps toward the door, then stopped and turned back. "Oh, right."

Qin Lu's heart tightened.

What's wrong now?

"Stockings," Yu Heng pointed to her legs, "Next time I want to see you wear black ones."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

The door closed gently.

Silence returned to the office.

Qin Lu sat in the chair for a long time without moving.

She looked down at her legs; the flesh-colored stockings had a faint sheen under the light.

Black?

Does he like black?

Seems to be.

Qin Lu bit her lip, actually considering what color to wear next time.

She glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer screen.

4:20.

There are forty minutes left before the interview.

She needs to get ready.

Qin Lu held the list of interviewees for the club.

His gaze fell on the paper.

But my brain seems to be out of control.

Black stockings.

She does have a few black ones in her closet; the one she wore last time was one of them.

But the styles are all the same.

Should I buy a few more different ones?

Qin Lu stood up irritably and walked to the window.

The office is on the third floor, and you can see students coming and going downstairs.

Yu Heng should have already gone far away.

He said he'd talk about it after the interview. What does that mean?

What happens after the interview ends?

Her hands unconsciously gripped the window frame.

She found herself actually looking forward to it.

Qin Lu, you're really getting worse as you get older.

She cursed herself in her heart.

Despite the insults, their bodies betrayed their true feelings.

Since that night, her body seems to have been transformed.

They became unusually sensitive.

Qin Lu turned around and went back to her desk, where she sat down.

She needs to calm down.

There was still time before the interview, so she could go to the restroom to wash her face.

Qin Lu picked up her bag and walked out of the office.

It's almost time.

She should go to the lecture hall.

I wonder if Yu Heng has arrived yet.

……

……

In the lecture hall, Ning Yutong and her classmates had almost finished setting up.

She put a label on the first row of tables: Interviewers' Seats.

The back rows are reserved for students waiting for their interviews.

Hao Junran and the others were moving chairs, putting the extra chairs in the corner.

"Why hasn't Yu Heng arrived yet?" Hao Junran wiped his sweat. "It's almost five o'clock."

"It should be soon." Ning Yutong glanced at the door. "He said he went to inform the counselor."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yu Heng pushed the door open and came in.

"Is everything ready?" He glanced around the classroom.

"That's about it." Ning Yutong walked over and handed him a piece of paper. "This is the list of 20 people we'll be interviewing today, arranged alphabetically by the first letter of their names. But people will be arriving one after another, so we'll interview whoever comes first."

Yu Heng took the list, glanced at it, and nodded: "Okay, we only have one hour anyway, so don't miss out."

Ning Yutong looked at him and suddenly asked, "Yu Heng?"

"Hmm?" Yu Heng raised an eyebrow, looked up at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hasn't the video we filmed that day been edited yet?" Ning Yutong asked.

"Ah~" Yu Heng grinned, then said shyly, "I'm a bit busy this weekend! I'll definitely finish editing it in the next couple of days!"