Sister, can I become a maid too?

Chapter 144 No, you actually touched it?

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Master Zhang's calm voice rang out from behind.

Jiang Yubai froze, hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around and flashed a bright smile:

"Teacher Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Shufang looked him up and down a few times, her gaze finally settling on the bulging backpack on his back. She narrowed her eyes and said:

"Jiang Yubai, what's in your backpack?"

Jiang Yubai inwardly cried out in alarm, but put on an embarrassed smile, trying to bluff his way out:

"Teacher Zhang... I brought some breakfast with me, could you please forgive me this time?"

Zhang Shufang wasn't buying it; she stretched out her hand:

"Bring me your schoolbag."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yubai's last shred of hope vanished.

—Well, it seems that Zhang Shitai came here today specifically to target him.

He gave a helpless look and handed the schoolbag to his teacher.

Zhang Shufang weighed the bag in her hand, glanced at him, and then walked to the podium with her schoolbag.

Jiang Yubai followed listlessly.

With a "bang," the schoolbag was slammed heavily onto the podium.

Zhang Shufang's gaze swept across the entire class, her tone serious:

"Recently, some teachers from other classes have reported that students often eat breakfast in the classroom, making the hallway and classrooms smell bad. When asked, they said that our classmates were 'buying' the food for them."

As she spoke, she unzipped her backpack and began taking things out—

Meat buns, vegetable buns, shumai, spring rolls, soy milk... one by one they were placed on the podium.

Zhang Shufang rummaged through her bag again and surprisingly pulled out two more comic books and three more magazines, which she then placed on the podium.

The entire class fell silent.

Some people were holding back laughter, some looked desperate, and some clutched their stomachs with a bitter expression.

It's obvious that we won't be getting breakfast.

Zhang Shufang glanced at Jiang Yubai, who was standing obediently to the side, and said in an annoyed tone:

"Get ready, grab your backpack, and come with me to the office!"

Jiang Yubai responded and quickly swept all the steamed buns, soy milk, comics, and magazines on the podium into his schoolbag, slung it over his shoulder, and followed Zhang Shufang out.

As soon as they entered the corridor, Jiang Yubai followed behind the homeroom teacher. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Jianxia peeking around at the stairwell.

He quietly waved towards the classroom, signaling her to go in quickly, and then quickened his pace to catch up with Zhang Shufang.

As Zhang Shufang led Jiang Yubai into the senior year office, they were met with curious stares from all the teachers in the office.

"Hey," a bespectacled male teacher joked with a laugh, "the 'Breakfast King' has been caught?"

The other teachers laughed along with them.

Obviously, everyone knows what Zhang Shufang went to do today.

Jiang Yubai wasn't intimidated at all, and waved to the teacher with a smile:

"Hello, Teacher Qian~"

"What's so good about it?" Zhang Shufang glared at him. "Get out of my office and stand by my desk and take everything out of your bag."

Jiang Yubai obediently stood by the table and began piling steamed buns, mantou, shumai, soy milk, and other things onto the table.

Soon, the entire office was filled with the aroma of breakfast.

He piled it up here, and all the teachers in the office gathered around to watch.

"Wow, so many!" one teacher exclaimed. "Did you bring a breakfast shop here?"

Another female teacher was also amused:

"I knew it! Every morning when I walk into our classroom, it smells like steamed buns. Turns out we're getting them from you!"

Teacher Qian, who had just greeted them, took a sip of tea and looked at Jiang Yubai:

"You little rascal, Teacher Zhang was furious when he found out about this this morning. Turns out it was you, the mole, who we're talking about?"

As the math class representative highly regarded by Zhang Shufang, Jiang Yubai frequently visited the office and was quite familiar with several teachers.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yubai coughed lightly and attempted to struggle:

"Um... teacher, I actually ate all of these myself."

After those words were spoken, the entire office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhang Shufang was so angry she almost laughed:

"You mean, all these steamed buns, shumai, and soy milk—you ate them all by yourself?"

Jiang Yubai nodded vigorously.

We can't not point it out; we can't just expose their classmates.

When it comes to getting paid to do something, it's all about keeping your word. Jiang Yubai would never be a traitor.

To make his words more convincing, he paused, then continued to complain:

"Teacher Zhang, you wouldn't believe it, the breakfast in our cafeteria..."

"Steamed buns get so hard they're practically rotten if left out too long, baozi fillings are practically gone, and tofu soup is no good either. This seriously affects the students' learning in the morning!"

"I had no choice but to buy it outside," Jiang Yubai said sincerely.

Zhang Shufang listened quietly to his nonsense, her eyes slowly narrowing:

"Finished making up your story?"

"Finished editing... Uh oh, finished talking."

Zhang Shufang sneered:

"Aren't you a day student? What do you eat for breakfast at school?"

A burst of laughter immediately filled the office.

Jiang Yubai's expression froze.

Oh dear, I forgot...

He opened his mouth, then continued making things up with a sincere expression:

"I... I love school, and I deliberately went out hungry just to experience the collective atmosphere in the cafeteria."

Zhang Shufang was too lazy to argue with him anymore, and turned to the head teacher who was also watching the show, saying:

"Director Wang, I've got the man. You tell me what to do with him."

Director Wang suppressed a laugh, cleared his throat, and looked at Jiang Yubai:

"So Jiang Yubai, you mean... the steamed buns and soy milk that appeared in other classes have nothing to do with you?"

"Huh? What steamed buns and soy milk? I don't know anything about them," Jiang Yubai said blankly. "I ate these myself."

"You can eat so many? There must be forty or fifty of them, right?"

"I...I have a big appetite, and besides, I can eat again in the afternoon."

Director Wang nodded and pointed to the breakfast on the table:

"Alright. Now, in front of all these teachers, you eat ten steamed buns, and I won't pursue this matter further."

Jiang Yubai: "........."

Holy crap, what a vicious scheme!

He looked at the pile of large steamed buns on the table, his face showing hesitation.

"What's up, eating?" Director Wang chuckled. "Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

Jiang Yubai was silent for two seconds, then said sincerely:

"Um... Director, I might have been a bit too harsh just now. Could you tone it down a bit?"

"Oh, now you know you're all talk and no action?" Director Wang said with amusement. "Alright, three it is. I'll let you go after you finish three."

Even three would be a stretch.

Jiang Yubai secretly grumbled to himself.

Firstly, he had already eaten breakfast at home that morning, and secondly, these steamed buns were really substantial; three of them would really fill him up to his throat.

But since things had come to this point, Jiang Yubai had no choice but to bite the bullet, pick one up, and take a big bite.

His eyes lit up as soon as he took a bite.

You know what, the skin is thin and the filling is generous, the juice is plentiful, and the aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of scallions immediately fills your mouth. No wonder it's so popular.

He finished the first one in a few bites and then picked up the second one.

Even the most delicious food will make you feel stuffed if you eat several of it.

By the time he finished the second steamed bun, Jiang Yubai's face showed signs of discomfort, and his movements slowed down noticeably.

What can we do? Just keep eating.

Then a strange scene suddenly appeared in the office:

A student stood by a desk, oblivious to everyone else, and started eating a steamed bun. Instead of stopping him, a group of teachers gathered around, watching with great interest.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Director Wang finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Well, Jiang Yubai... if you really can't eat anymore, then forget it."

He hadn't expected this guy to be so dense.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yubai's expression stiffened, and he mumbled:

"Water, water..."

The male teacher next to him quickly took the soy milk, unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

Jiang Yubai took the bun and gulped it down several mouthfuls, finally managing to swallow the bun that was stuck in his throat.

"Director Wang..." he sighed dejectedly, "Is this alright?"

"Alright, alright."

Director Wang was both amused and exasperated, his gaze then falling on the comic books and magazines.

"These books are yours too? Or were they brought for someone else?"

"They're all mine," Jiang Yubai immediately became alert. "Director, you said you wouldn't pursue the matter after we finished eating."

Director Wang gave him a disapproving look:

"I've confiscated them all, you don't mind, right?"

"No objection, no objection."

Jiang Yubai dared not have any objections.

Director Wang then stopped smiling and his tone became serious:

"Jiang Yubai, it's a school rule that food is not allowed in the classroom."

"Some students, when in a hurry, will secretly bring a steamed bun or bread. The teachers usually turn a blind eye when they see it—it's tough being in the final year of high school, so it's understandable that they need to replenish their energy."

He paused, then looked both amused and exasperated:

"But isn't it a bit excessive to bring forty or fifty steamed buns into the classroom all at once?"

"It's not just your Class 3; Classes 4 and 5 next door smell like steamed buns as soon as you walk in the morning. If you didn't know better, you'd think there was a breakfast stall downstairs in the teaching building."

This time, Jiang Yubai nodded obediently.

"I understand, I understand, I won't do it again next time."

"Okay, good that you understand... We definitely can't give these buns back to you, since it's against school rules."

Jiang Yubai's lips twitched, but then he saw Director Wang hand him a hundred-yuan bill and casually said:

"You should return the money for breakfast to them, and after class tell them to go to the convenience store and buy something to eat so they don't go hungry."

".......Okay."

Jiang Yubai accepted the money and then asked:

"Director Wang, may I leave now?"

"Hurry up, let's go to morning reading."

"receive."

Jiang Yubai immediately grabbed his bag, which contained only a few exam papers, and dashed out of the office.

Only when he stood in the corridor in front of the classroom did he turn around and take a long breath.

To be honest... he originally thought he would be called to the parents or something.

After all, he's in his senior year of high school, so it's unlikely he'll be punished in his academic record. But given the scale of his "large-scale smuggling of steamed buns," it's almost certain that his parents will be called to the school for a talk.

Actually, he wasn't that afraid, since his parents usually wouldn't get really angry unless it was a matter of principle.

They might verbally promise the teacher they'll discipline him properly, but when they get home they'll happily praise him for his business acumen and how he knows how to take care of his classmates.

Of course, the fact that I was able to pass this time so easily was mostly due to my good grades.

She was good at math and was the class representative that Zhang Shufang had always valued. If Teacher Zhang asked Director Wang for her opinion, Director Wang would likely give her some face.

Silently thanking Master Zhang in his heart, Jiang Yubai slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked back into the classroom.

As soon as I entered the room, the sparse sounds of morning reading stopped abruptly, and all eyes turned to me.

After all, he's been doing this for so long that at least 90% of the students in the class have asked him to bring them breakfast.

Jiang Yubai, of course, knew what they were worried about, and cleared his throat:

"It's okay, I didn't betray you. I told you I bought the comic book magazines myself."

A small cheer erupted from the classroom, and two boys in the corner breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed they were the buyers of the comics and magazines.

Jiang Yubai paused, then added a sentence

"However... I'm definitely out of breakfast here, and I won't be doing it anymore. Come find me after class and I'll refund your money."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of sighs erupted in the classroom.

Although even the most delicious food can become tiresome eventually, we're still far from getting tired of it.

After giving his instructions, Jiang Yubai didn't say anything more and went straight back to his seat.

As soon as I sat down, a draft notebook was quietly pushed over to me.

A line of small print was written on it:

"Are you alright? What did Teacher Zhang say?"

Turning his head, he saw Lin Jianxia tilting her head to look at him, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Jiang Yubai deliberately put on a worried expression and wrote on his draft notebook:

"Sigh... the punishment is quite severe..."

Upon seeing this sentence, Lin Jianxia visibly panicked, bit her lower lip, and quickly typed back:

"Is it going to result in punishment? How about I go to the office with you after class and say I was involved too? If we both get punished, it should be less serious, right?"

Looking at the reply on the draft, Jiang Yubai blinked, no longer in the mood to tease her.

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding. It's nothing, Director Wang just made me eat three steamed buns on the spot and let me come back."

Lin Jianxia: "?"

"Jiang Yubai! What time is it and you're still making jokes like this? What happened? It shouldn't be enough to warrant probation, right?"

Lin Jianxia glared at him angrily, gritting her teeth.

Damn it, still joking at a time like this? What do you mean by letting someone go after eating three steamed buns on the spot? At least come up with a decent reason!

But the draft returned to her made her pause in surprise.

"Our teacher Zhang put in a good word for me, and he gave me three big steamed buns! I'm so full I could burst."

—Really?

Lin Jianxia looked over with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Seeing that she still didn't believe him, Jiang Yubai simply picked up the draft paper again and quickly wrote down a sentence:

"Really, really, I'm about to burst from being so full. If you don't believe me, feel my belly; it's round and round."

Lin Jianxia frowned, turned her head to look at him for a while, and her gaze fell on his abdomen.

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes, then pulled off her thick winter school uniform coat, revealing the sweater underneath, her meaning crystal clear.

—If you don't believe me, come and touch it.

This was originally just a statement, meaning that since I've gone to such lengths, you should believe me now.

As Jiang Yubai had envisioned, Lin Jianxia, ​​seeing his unwavering resolve, finally believed him, and the two happily began discussing the next topic.

But Lin Jianxia, ​​who was beside him, pursed her lips, stared at his sweater for a few seconds, her ears turned red, and suddenly she made a move.

Before Jiang Yubai's stunned gaze, the girl stretched out her small hand, slowly slipped it under the hem of her sweater, and pressed it firmly against his stomach.

Jiang Yubai: "??????"

No, you actually touched it?