CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 107 ELEVATOR WAR GOD LIU QIANQIAN! _2

There’s a certain charm to a jealous Ding Muchen. Sun Dasheng couldn’t help but lean down and steal a kiss.

"Alright, listen to yourself. You’re getting more and more outrageous."

"I just felt that what she said didn’t seem to come from the heart, so it sounded strange."

"You didn’t notice at all?"

After being kissed, Ding Muchen’s cheeks flushed, and her head felt hazy.

With her eyes glazed over dreamily, she asked, "Really?"

Right. Sun Dasheng slapped his forehead. He’d forgotten the old saying that a girl’s IQ drops to zero when she’s in love.

"Anyway, let’s not talk about her. She did have a point, though. Look around. There are more and more student couples everywhere. We should find another spot."

"Where to? I have a class later," Ding Muchen said, looking troubled.

On one hand, she wanted to be lovey-dovey with her man a bit longer, but on the other, she was a dedicated and responsible teacher. She couldn’t just neglect her students, skip class, and run off to play, could she? That would be irresponsible. If she were to do something like that, she wouldn’t be Ding Muchen.

"Doesn’t the school provide dormitories for teachers? Let’s go check yours out."

"Well..." Ding Muchen hesitated.

"What’s wrong? Is there some secret in there I’m not allowed to see?"

"No!" Ding Muchen denied at once, then added sheepishly, "I mostly just use the dorm for naps, so it’s a little messy."

"How messy can it be?" Sun Dasheng teased, pinching her cheek.

Alright then. Sun Dasheng had to admit he’d underestimated just how messy some women could be. Seeing stockings and underwear scattered all over the single room was an assault on the eyes. It could easily give some of the boys’ dorms a run for their money in terms of chaos. But while it was cluttered, the room itself was very clean. She probably just wasn’t in the habit of putting her things away.

Picking up a pair of underwear from the sofa, Sun Dasheng laughed. "I didn’t expect you to wear this kind."

"Give me that!" Ding Muchen snatched the thong from his hand.

Blushing, she hastily gathered the rest of her personal items from the sofa and tossed them into the washing machine on the balcony.

"I’ve had a lot of classes lately, plus I have to tutor students after school, so I haven’t had much time to clean..."

Ding Muchen’s explanation sounded feeble, but Sun Dasheng nodded in a show of understanding.

"I know all about it. Those three little rascals told me that Teacher Ding has been working very hard for their sake lately."

"At least they have some conscience," Ding Muchen said as she started clearing the clothes scattered across her bed.

"That’s enough cleaning. Come sit over here," Sun Dasheng said, patting his thigh.

Ding Muchen hesitated for a moment before putting down the clothes and sitting on his lap.

Now, with no one else to disturb them, the two could finally kiss each other without restraint.

Before long, the recently tidied sofa was a mess once again. Clothes were strewn everywhere, along with a pale, naked form.

Lying on the sofa, Ding Muchen said to Sun Dasheng, her voice completely devoid of energy, "I’m hungry."

"You didn’t eat lunch?" Sun Dasheng asked as he got dressed, having originally planned to leave right after.

"Hmph! And whose fault do you think that is?" Ding Muchen replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Seeing her weak and listless state, Sun Dasheng believed her.

He held out his hand.

"What for?" Ding Muchen asked.

"Your meal card," Sun Dasheng replied. "Do you think the lunch ladies in the cafeteria will give me food without one?"

"Oh, the meal card should be in my bag. You’ll have to find it yourself; I don’t have any strength left," Ding Muchen murmured, lying on the sofa and staring blankly at the ceiling.

This man’s stamina is on a whole other level. What am I going to do?

As he walked from the cafeteria with the food, Sun Dasheng felt something was off. So many students were staring at him.

Some of them might know who I am, but my influence can’t be that widespread, can it?

He had barely taken a few steps before more people started looking over.

After getting the food, he returned to the faculty dormitory. Ding Muchen’s room was 1203. As he stepped into the elevator, he saw a familiar face.

"President Sun, hello! We meet again." Liu Qianqian stared at the take-out container in his hand, her expression full of envy. "Is that for Teacher Ding? President Sun, I can’t believe a big boss like you would personally go get her food. I’m so envious of Teacher Ding."

Her words were dripping with insinuation, but Sun Dasheng just smiled at her and pressed the button for the 12th floor.

He politely asked, "What floor are you on? I can press it for you."

To his surprise, she replied, "No need, I live on the 12th floor, too. Room 1204. Teacher Ding and I are neighbors, you know."

She licked her seductive lips, her words heavy with implication.

Sun Dasheng pretended not to understand and simply watched the elevator ascend.

"Ouch..." Liu Qianqian staged a fake fall.

It was so obviously fake that the national soccer team would have to give her a thumbs-up: "She’s even faker than we are."

Unexpectedly, the man beside her reacted with superhuman reflexes.

With a loud BANG, her head slammed into the elevator wall.

Her head was buzzing.

Who am I? Where am I? What was I trying to do?

Touching the large lump forming on her head, a sharp spike of pain snapped her back to her senses. My plan completely backfired. Did I really just shoot myself in the foot?

Is this man a monster? How could he have dodged that? Is his heart made of iron or something? Who dodges something like that?!

Liu Qianqian cursed him internally, but she forced a smile onto her face. "President Sun, could you give me a hand? I can’t get up."

"Oh." Sun Dasheng reached out his hand.

With a light pull, she was on her feet.

She tried to use the momentum to fall into his arms, but he deftly stepped aside, and they brushed past each other again.

"Ouch..."

As she felt herself about to fall again, she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.