Chapter 12: Qin Ling! Die!

After downing three cocktails, Jiang Yichen felt stars dancing before his eyes. The effects hit him hard, and the world around him began to spin…

He saw multiple afterimages of Liu Rong. It seemed like she was talking to Qin Ling, but he shook his head, trying to focus, yet everything remained unclear.

“Ling Ling, I can’t be hearing this right, did this kid just curse me?” Liu Rong asked incredulously.

“Liu Rong, what did you give him to drink?” Qin Ling glanced at Jiang Yichen, noticing something was off with his condition.

“Just my new cocktail recipe…” Before Liu Rong could finish her sentence, she suddenly exclaimed, “Oh no! I used the wrong ingredients!”

Hearing this, Qin Ling jumped up from the sofa without even putting on her shoes, rushing barefoot to Jiang Yichen’s side.

“I…”

Jiang Yichen wanted to continue cursing, but at that moment, his head felt like it was going to explode. He leaned over the table, finding some relief in that position.

“Jiang Yichen, are you alright?” Qin Ling gently patted his back.

It was her first day as a teacher, and a student had ended up in this state right under her nose—how could she let that happen?

“He’s fine, Ling Ling, don’t worry. He just drank too much,” Liu Rong reassured her.

“Shut up!” Qin Ling retorted, glaring at Liu Rong. “How can you say that? If it weren’t for you messing with him, he wouldn’t have drunk your cocktails.”

“Uh…” Liu Rong looked embarrassed. “I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way… It was an accident…”

“Boss Liu, please, what’s the password? Where’s my sister?” Jiang Yichen mumbled hazily.

“Hey!!” Liu Rong didn’t catch that initially, but this time she was sure, “This kid is definitely cursing me!”

“Be quiet!” Qin Ling snapped, then turned to Jiang Yichen, speaking softly, “Don’t worry, she’s gone back to school.”

“Tsk tsk, but I have to say, these siblings seem to have a pretty good relationship,” Liu Rong teased.

“Do you still have time to make sarcastic comments? Why don’t you think of a solution?”

“What can we do? Send him back to school… Oh no, it’s probably past the dorm closing time,” Liu Rong pondered, then came up with an idea. “How about we follow your earlier suggestion and find an internet cafe for him to spend the night?”

Qin Ling was speechless. “He’s drunk, and you want to leave him alone at an internet cafe? What if something happens?”

“You make a good point. Then… you think of something; after all, you’re his teacher.”

“Are you serious? You’re the one who got him drunk…”

“Uh, Ling Ling, I just remembered I have something urgent at home, so I’ll head out first.”

…

Ten minutes later.

Parking lot outside the tavern.

“Hello, designated driver.”

“Mm, come on in.”

Qin Ling sat in the back seat with Jiang Yichen beside her. After two minutes, the driver followed the navigation and drove off.

She had also drunk a bit too much tonight. If it hadn’t been for this mess, she would have had a great time.

But…

Jiang Yichen.

This student gave her a strange feeling. He was terrified of her—not just a little, but a lot…

Qin Ling couldn’t understand. Although she usually maintained a serious demeanor to intimidate her students, Jiang Yichen’s fear was excessive.

This afternoon, during class, he perfectly embodied the term “cautious.”

And just now, Jiang Yichen clearly didn’t trust her…

Even though she told him twice that Jiang Suihua had returned to school, he still wouldn’t believe her.

What was the source of this distrust? She had no idea.

Shouldn’t students trust their teachers? Instead, he seemed to believe Liu Rong, a stranger, more than her.

“Qin Ling!”

A loud shout broke her thoughts.

Turning back to the young man beside her, Qin Ling wondered if she had just heard him call her by her full name, disrespectfully.

Jiang Yichen looked like he was having a nightmare, his brows furrowed deeply…

His loud voice drew the driver’s attention, who glanced at them through the rearview mirror.

“?” Qin Ling was equally confused.

And it didn’t stop there; throughout the car ride, Jiang Yichen was restless, shouting and making noise.

The driver couldn’t help but turn around and pointed at his head, asking, “Uh… is he…?”

“I don’t know…” Qin Ling responded helplessly.

Half an hour later.

Xiangyao Community.

Parking lot.

As the driver ended the ride, he cast a strange look at Qin Ling and Jiang Yichen, one filled with disbelief…

Qin Ling watched as Jiang Yichen slept soundly in the car, feeling a sudden impulse to just dump this kid on the street and let him fend for himself.

She had always disliked babysitting kids at home because they were noisy and loved to take her things…

She sat in the car, lost in thought for a while.

Jiang Yichen had stopped shouting, finally quieting down.

Qin Ling even began to wonder if he was doing it on purpose. He had shouted so energetically, yet as soon as the driver left, he fell silent.

Gathering her thoughts, Qin Ling stepped out of the car and reached out to support Jiang Yichen, preparing to take him upstairs.

As soon as she touched him, Jiang Yichen sniffed the air, “Smells so good…”

Then, as he opened his eyes, their gazes locked.

Jiang Yichen jumped back in surprise, quickly pushing her away. “What the—Qin Ling!”

Qin Ling staggered back a few steps, just about to scold him when Jiang Yichen leaned against the car, muttering incantations. “Monsters, devils, get away! Monsters, devils, go away!”

He repeated it several times, then suddenly relaxed, sliding down against the car and collapsing to the ground.

He fell asleep right there on the ground.

Qin Ling’s face turned slightly angry as she approached Jiang Yichen, squatting down to pat his face.

After five or six pats with no response, she gave up, hoisting him up and stumbling toward the elevator.

Qin Ling figured she must owe Jiang Yichen something from her past life; otherwise, she wouldn’t be dealing with such a troublesome student in this life.

The elevator quickly reached their floor.

Eighth floor.

Room 805.

This community was quite a distance from the Mingxian Conservatory of Music, and she only had time to return home on weekends.

The spacious apartment had five rooms and three living areas.

Using her fingerprint to unlock the door, she first helped Jiang Yichen sit down at the entrance to change his shoes before she changed into her slippers.

Whether Jiang Yichen changed or not didn’t matter; she just needed to clean the floor.

As soon as she finished changing her shoes and looked up, she once again locked eyes with Jiang Yichen.

“Qin Ling!”

“Die!”

“Ex—calibur!” (Sword of Promised Victory)

Jiang Yichen swung his umbrella down dramatically.

With a loud crash, one of the picture frames on the wall fell to the ground…