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Ever since military training.
Jiang Yichen had developed a habit of sleeping in.
And as for breakfast, it was completely up to chance.
Sometimes, if he woke up early enough to go to the supermarket to buy milk and bread, he would have breakfast.
If he woke up late and didn’t have time, he would just eat breakfast and lunch together.
But on weekends.
Jiang Yichen usually ate breakfast and lunch together.
Qin Ling sometimes did the same as Jiang Yichen.
But this morning she woke up relatively early; she hadn’t stayed up late last night.
She got up after 8 AM.
This was only possible on weekends.
After getting up, she went to the dressing room and chose a sportswear outfit, then went downstairs for a walk.
She was on her period, so she couldn’t run.
After walking for half an hour, she bought some buns and soy milk from a breakfast shop in the community on her way back.
Back home.
9 AM sharp.
Qin Ling put the breakfast on the table, then went to the guest room and knocked on the door.
No answer.
“Jiang Yichen, get up and eat.”
Still no answer.
Qin Ling opened the door and went inside.
Jiang Yichen was covered with a thin blanket, wrapped up like a caterpillar.
“Jiang Yichen,” Qin Ling called again, “Get up and eat breakfast.”
Jiang Yichen groggily woke up. Seeing Qin Ling standing at his bedside, he turned over and said, “Professor Qin, let me sleep for five more minutes.”
Qin Ling looked down at the time.
Then she turned and left.
She changed from her sportswear into a casual T-shirt and jeans.
After changing her clothes, she came back at the right time.
“Get up,” Qin Ling said, “Five minutes are up.”
“Five more minutes, the last five minutes,” Jiang Yichen covered his head with the blanket.
Qin Ling looked down at the time again: “The last five minutes.”
She went to the kitchen and took a plate and a small bowl.
Back in the living room, she put out the buns and pickles she had bought that morning.
Qin Ling sat there in a daze.
When the five minutes were up, she went to the guest room again: “Jiang Yichen, five minutes are up.”
“Ugh…” A groggy voice came from under the blanket as Jiang Yichen turned over again.
“Last five minutes, really the last five minutes, Professor Qin, you eat first.”
This time, Qin Ling didn’t wait. She went over and pulled off the thin blanket.
Jiang Yichen was only wearing his underwear.
Qin Ling quickly covered him back up with the blanket, then grabbed the pillow and slapped it on Jiang Yichen’s head: “I’ll give you one more minute.”
Jiang Yichen instantly woke up.
He quickly got dressed and went to the living room.
Jiang Yichen, with messy bed hair, grabbed a bun and took a bite: “Wow, Professor Qin, these buns are so delicious, where did you buy them?”
Qin Ling ate very elegantly, using chopsticks to pick up the buns and eating them in small bites.
She didn’t reply.
“Professor Qin, well, everyone has the habit of sleeping in, I think…”
Compared to the noise of boys.
The woman just listened quietly.
After a long time.
Qin Ling finished her breakfast and wiped her mouth.
Jiang Yichen was still talking.
But Qin Ling’s next sentence stunned him.
“Eat quickly, wash your face, and get ready for class.”
“?” Jiang Yichen’s bun instantly fell onto the table.
Wait.
Class?
Did he hear wrong?
Jiang Yichen, realizing what was happening, wanted to pick up the bun and continue eating.
But Qin Ling beat him to it, picking up the half-eaten bun and throwing it into the trash can.
“Don’t eat what fell on the table,” Qin Ling said, “If you’re still hungry, tell me, I’ll order takeout for you.”
“Wait, Professor Qin, it’s not a matter of whether I’m full or not. What did you just say? Class?” Jiang Yichen asked uncertainly.
“Yes,” Qin Ling nodded matter-of-factly, “Your piano playing is a bit poor, this is considered make-up lessons.”
“Cough cough…” Jiang Yichen immediately stood up. The buns on the table were no longer appealing, “Professor Qin, I suddenly remembered I have some things to do at school…”
“Stop.”
“No…” Jiang Yichen forced a smile, “Professor Qin, today is the weekend.”
“It’s the weekend,” Qin Ling said, “But you’re at my house now.”
Jiang Yichen: “…”
If I had known you were going to have me do make-up lessons.
I should have run away last night.
“Is this appropriate?” Jiang Yichen asked.
“Appropriate.”
“I think it’s inappropriate, Professor Qin. You’re giving me private tutoring, what’s the deal with that? If your other students find out, what will they think?” Jiang Yichen said righteously.
Qin Ling just lightly replied, “You’re the worst piano player among my students.”
Jiang Yichen: “…” It felt like an invisible knife had pierced my heart.
“Eat your breakfast quickly,” Qin Ling pointed to the remaining bun on the table.
“Professor Qin, can we skip the make-up lesson?” Jiang Yichen asked.
“No,” Qin Ling shook her head.
“… “
Jiang Yichen tearfully ate the last bun.
Then he took his bowl to the kitchen.
After washing it, he opened the refrigerator and found it empty.
…
Qin Ling was very responsible and thoughtful.
Considering that Jiang Yichen hadn’t brought any materials, she had already placed her teacher’s edition textbook on the music stand.
10 AM.
The make-up lesson officially began.
At the beginning, Jiang Yichen said he had a stomachache and went to the toilet for twenty minutes.
Fifteen of those minutes were spent completing daily tasks in three games.
In the remaining five minutes, Jiang Yichen went to an app to buy some brown sugar and ginger, as well as some vegetables and meat.
Qin Ling tormented him a thousand times, yet he still treated her like his first love.
Coming out of the bathroom.
Jiang Yichen, with a “since I’m here, I might as well make the most of it” mentality, earnestly attended the lesson.
This loving tutoring lesson lasted an hour.
Jiang Yichen was moved to tears by Professor Qin and silently vowed never to come again.
11:30 AM.
The lesson ended.
A knock came on the door.
Qin Ling opened the door and looked questioningly at the delivery guy carrying a large bag of things.
“It’s mine, mine.”
Jiang Yichen quickly stepped forward to receive it.
“Professor Qin, to thank you for this morning’s loving tutoring, I’ll show you my skills at lunch.”
“… ” Qin Ling looked at Jiang Yichen, “You can cook?”
“Whoa~” Jiang Yichen immediately put on a confident expression, “Let’s just say this, Professor Qin, don’t swallow your tongue later.”
“Okay.”
Qin Ling closed the door.
This was pretty good.
She helped Jiang Yichen with make-up lessons, and Jiang Yichen cooked for her.