Everyone in the class was surprised. Some were unable to wrap their minds around it. From the first time they’d encountered Mu Rulan, they’d never seen a teacher that didn’t like her instantly. Even the strictest old man would have a slightly gentler tone while facing Mu Rulan…
What sort of creature was this Teacher Mo? Although it was a bit aggravating to see Mo Qianren’s attitude toward Mu Rulan, they were more curious whether the teacher was gay. If he wasn’t, then he was probably blind.
Mu Rulan smiled as she returned to her seat. She listened intently to Mo Qianren’s voice, her gaze on his face. She was interested. This man was so interesting, how could he be so interesting?
If he stared at her like this so closely, she might not be able to hold back from getting excited… That pair of eyes were so mysteriously beautiful, she really, really wanted it ya…
“Mu Rulan,” the teacher’s voice sounded again. The gaze directed at Mu Rulan was cold. “Can you pay attention and listen?”
This girl… Though her smile was pretty and her gaze seemed pure, he wasn’t sure if her mentality had undergone any changes; she gave him a creeping feeling of danger.
This was the same feeling he’d gotten at the psychiatric jail in California. That was how they’d looked at him, like they wanted to rip open his stomach and peel away his skin. But their impacts were not so strong compared to Mu Rulan.
Mu Rulan smiled her normal smile. “I wasn’t daydreaming, teacher.”
“Then please look at your book.”
“I am looking at my book, teacher,” said Mu Rulan, smiling deeper. Ya… Even when he was angry, he could still be so controlled. How interesting.
Mo Qianren stared silently at Mu Rulan. Finally, he said lightly, “Come to my office after class.”
Mu Rulan’s eyes curved beautifully into crescent moons. “Yes, sir.”
The students looked at one another, surprised. This new teacher seemed to have a target on Mu Rulan. As for Mu Rulan… They didn’t feel that there was anything unusual about her, since this was always how she was with teachers.
In the third row, Ou Kaicheng looked with his sharp gaze darting between Mu Rulan and Mo Qianren. He squinted his eyes.
Forty minutes passed quickly. Most students tidied their desks and went off to lunch.
Mu Rulan smiled and followed Mo Qianren, her footsteps relaxed like she was simply on a walk.
Mo Qianren walked before her, yet all his attention was behind him. His gaze was focused on the movement of her hands and legs, analyzing each pulse of blood through her veins, and any adjustment to her facial expression.
“Teacher, if you look at me like that, I might even believe you’ve fallen in love with me ya,” said Mu Rulan, unable to help herself. She was smiling as per usual but there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her expression.
“Would a hunter fall in love with his prey?” asked Mo Qianren.
Mu Rulan chuckled. “You’re right. But there’s always a chance that a person falls victim to their own cleverness.”
Mo Qianren didn’t say anything else. His cold temperament had always given the people around him a sense of being a thousand miles away. To be able to look into his eyes and maintain her expression, Mu Rulan was certainly exceptional.
It was unusual.
So abnormal that she seemed to have no fear.
Mo Qianren’s office was on the third floor. Inside the room there was a bed as well as a desk covered in experiments, with scalpels, tweezers, all sorts of jars, and a skeleton stand. It didn’t look so much like a teacher’s office, and more like a research lab.
Mu Rulan looked at the office, feeling her brows lift. Who was this person, really? Although Liu Silan High School treated their teachers well, none had individual offices.
She turned her eyes to the bookshelf. Her eyes started shining in surprise and appreciation.
Mo Qianren noticed the change. He scanned the bookshelf, which was filled with titles on anatomy and psychology. He looked at her expression and said, “Are you interested in going to med school?”
“Yes, I want to become a forensic scientist,” she nodded.
Mo Qianren was surprised. No one would have expected an angelic girl such as herself would actually choose that sort of profession. More importantly, forensic scientists had to face corpses nearly every day. Coincidentally, it had been Mo Qianren’s previous job.
“Why?” he looked at Mu Rulan, something seeming to float in his gaze.
For a girl to become a forensic scientist would require a lot of courage. But for Mu Rulan, he suddenly felt it was natural, recalling her dark house and those lifelike human puppets. A psychopath with an interest in human anatomy – if that person had to choose a profession to hide an abnormality, then the forensic path would be a good option.
Mu Rulan smiled deeply as she turned to him, “To be able to make dead people speak, isn’t that such an interesting thing to do?”
It was a mysterious job. The goal was to make dead people speak the truth. There was also the possibility of turning a fact upside down. Just as that forensic scientist who said that Xiao Jing and Li Yalan weren’t abused or raped.
Mo Qianren narrowed his eyes. Before he could say anything, Mu Rulan continued, “Teacher Mo seems to be experienced in this profession?” The books on the shelf seemed aged, which meant that they had been read quite a few times before.
“Mn,” was his cold reply.
She was surprised at that answer. “Then if I have any questions, can I come to you?”
“Then is there anything else you wanted with me at your office?” Her eyes shone brightly like two little suns.
Mo Qianren’s expression froze. The next moment he turned around and took out a biology test and handed it to her. “Get full marks next time.”
Mu Rulan looked at the paper marked with a large “97” in bright red ink at the top. She nodded and said, “Is that it?”
“Get out,” he responded plainly.
Mu Rulan’s brows moved slightly, and she smiled and left without a word.
Mo Qianren stood behind his desk, spacing out. Weird… What had he wanted to say when he called Mu Rulan to follow him?
Proofreaded by: Hannah