Unscientific Love

If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes and hearing it with my own ears...

It's unbelievable when you hear it.

But then again, Lao Wu and Zhu Zi certainly had no idea what kind of alluring move the beautiful PE teacher had just made.

When the beautiful PE teacher returned with a plate of fruit salad, Ao Ye saw her happy expression, picked up a fairy fruit with a fork, and then put it in his mouth, eating it with relish.

As expected, the food eaten by beautiful female physical education teachers is different.

"Isn't the teacher hungry after eating all this?"

"I'm hungry, so I'm going to eat an ear of corn later."

Ao Ye glanced at his empty bowl of wide noodles with hot oil, then looked at the beautiful PE teacher's salad plate, which had two forks.

Without any hesitation, Ao Ye picked up a fruit from the fruit with his hand and ate it, enjoying its refreshing taste.

"Your hands are dirty!"

The beautiful PE teacher tapped Ao Ye's hand with the plastic knife and fork she was holding.

Ao Ye quickly dodged, took a tissue to wipe his fingers, and said, "What's dirty about it? You were just licking my chopsticks."

Chapter 148 Using your chopsticks won't cost you anything.

Using your chopsticks won't cost you anything.

"That's too little. You just ate a big bite of my oil-splashed pulled noodles."

"How about I treat you to another one?"

"No need."

"Then what do you want?"

"Teacher, your WeChat."

!!!

With a soft "pfft".

The beautiful physical education teacher named Song Yiyuan couldn't help but murmur after hearing what Ao Ye said.

"So, after all this time, you wanted the teacher's WeChat."

"If I don't forgive, the teacher won't owe me a favor."

"What favor do you owe me?"

"They owe me a favor for licking my chopsticks and eating my noodles."

"Okay, okay, really, I never thought that I, Song Yiyuan, would be tricked by a student."

"No, please. Although I am a student, I am not much older than the teacher."

Do you know how old I am?

"She looks to be only 20 years old."

"You have quite the sweet tongue~"

After hearing this, the beautiful PE teacher laughed and said, "You're 25 already, huh? Let me ask you, when you were holding your food and saying it was too hot, were you trying to take the opportunity to sit in front of me?"

Song Yiyuan asked a question out of curiosity.

"Teacher, please add me on WeChat first."

"Why are you so fixated on the teacher's WeChat? Aren't we supposed to meet tomorrow at noon?"

"Teacher, you've seen me before?"

"There are only a handful of male students in the school who can dunk, you have to trust the teacher's expertise."

"What is the teacher's major?"

"Tennis major."

"That's quite different from basketball."

"It's all about the ball. If you study the rules a few times, watch a few NBA games, and look at the key technical terms, it's not that difficult."

"Ms. Yewon, do you play tennis often?"

"Hmph, they've changed how they address me, but I prefer people to call me Teacher Yiyuan."

"I think so too. Calling someone 'teacher' sounds too formal and not friendly."

"Occasionally. I played a lot during my student days and participated in a few domestic competitions, but I rarely play now."

Beep!

That's what they're saying.

Ao Ye opened his WeChat QR code in front of her, pushed his phone forward, and placed it in front of the goddess teacher Song Yiyuan.

With a loud voice, the beautiful PE teacher added Ao Ye on WeChat.

Meanwhile, Lao Wu, seeing the two add each other on WeChat, started banging on the table in anger.

"Awesome!!!"

How exactly did they manage to do that?

"Okay, Ms. Yewon, your outfit is quite sexy. Let's play ball together sometime."

The task of requesting WeChat has been completed.

Ao Ye stood up without ceremony.

"You're leaving already?"

"Um, would you like to come along, Ms. Ye-won?"

"Forget it, if I'm with you, you'll just try to trick me again."

"How could that be? I'd like to have Ms. Yiyuan teach me basketball one-on-one."

"Do you need to teach me?"

"Look at what you're saying. Even NBA stars need coaches to help them train. Besides, although I can dunk, my basic skills aren't very good. If you, Ms. Yewon, could teach me, that would make me so happy."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Goodbye, Ms. Ye-won!

"goodbye!"

"Teacher Yiyuan, your tongue is very special."

"I know."

After saying that, the beautiful PE teacher stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the fairy fruit she was holding with her fork, rolled it up and sucked it into her mouth, then ate it with smacking sounds.

Wave goodbye.

……

"Damn, Night, you're amazing!"

After saying goodbye to Restaurant No. 1 and leaving behind the goddess teacher Song Yiyuan, Ao Ye lifted the curtain and stepped out of the restaurant. At that moment, Lao Wu patted Ao Ye hard on the shoulder.

"Brother, take it easy. People who write novels often have bad shoulders."

"I'll treat you all to a Thai aromatherapy spa after class!"

Old Wu disagreed.

Although he knew that Ao Ye wrote novels every day, this guy was always full of energy.

"Are you going to Bamboo?"

"go."

"Never mind, I still prefer Korean-style aromatherapy spas."

Yes, there are.

Old Wu said.

"Look, all the results on the app are like this."

To make sure he wasn't making a mistake, Lao Wu quickly took out his phone and searched for it.

"Shall we go after class?"

"go."

Ao Ye realized that his shoulders really needed a good rest, so he thought he should go.

But then I thought, Ling Ye is still waiting for me at the library this afternoon. Why don't I book a private room and have Ling Ye massage my shoulders?

This sunny, beautiful girl with her gorgeous legs in stockings must look pretty good to step on.

But he quickly thought of his goddess senior.

I put on fishnet stockings this morning to comfort myself.

She was supposed to supervise her own novel writing and also do physical exercise.

Ao Ye thought about it for a while and found it hard to decide. Then he took a coin out of his pocket and threw it into the air. It hit the back of his hand with a thud.

"back."

Ao Ye muttered something to himself.

It seems like fate is making me choose the nighttime stray cat.

I'm sorry, senior.

Ao Ye smiled.

My goddess-like senior is perfectly capable of supervising and encouraging me while I write my novel, and I listen to her very much. The time when she's wearing black stockings and crossing her beautiful legs in the art studio, coldly lecturing me, is when I'm most productive while writing my novel.

In addition, his typing speed is generally average whether he is at Bibi's house, in the classroom, or in his own small, shabby room.

Ling Ye, this sunny and beautiful girl, is a very obedient girl who listens to her own words.