Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Xin’s crisp call made the man in the courtyard shiver suddenly.

The originally quiet courtyard, the bamboo curtain at the window of the main room, ”swish—” opened, through a layer of hazy light gauze, the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo couch held his breath and looked at the girl flying towards him like a lark from the door.

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled.

He quickly picked up the thin bamboo mask from the desk and put it on, his tone indifferent: ”You, why, have you returned?”

Among the cold seriousness, there was an almost imperceptible pause and tremble.

Qin Xin pouted slightly, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: ”Master Tuantuan, people come back to see you, aren’t you welcoming or surprised at all? What’s this tone, as if I’m a debt collector who shouldn’t be here.”

After the train, car, donkey cart, horse carriage, and gravel road, her feet were sore from walking.

Master doesn’t even care a bit, how frustrating.

The man was silent for a few seconds before speaking again: ”Have you told your family?”

Qin Xin, feeling guilty, said: ”I... did.”

Indeed, at Master Tuantuan’s place, the mountains are long, the waters are distant, and news is closed off. It takes several days to send a postal package, so he doesn’t know about Lan Qingxin’s disappearance yet.

But soon the man posed a soul-searching question: ”Why aren’t you attending school? Do you plan not to graduate by skipping classes for no reason?”

Qin Xin covered her face.

Ugh, originally coming to Master Tuantuan’s place for some peace and quiet, turns out Master is stricter than the perverted brother and the school’s Disciplinary Department, look at him catching her skipping class, not a bit of humanity, tsk tsk.

Qin Xin cleared her throat, feeling quite relaxed in his presence, showing no guards, her speech now took on a playful tone:

”I won the national championship, the school should be begging me to stay now. Master, don’t worry, I’m doing well outside, making you proud.”

Man: ”...”

Silent for a while, a mix of anger and amusement: ”You traveled all this way to tell me this?”

Qin Xin: ”Yes. Email is so slow, so I came myself.”

Man: ”...”

This time, before the man could pose another soul-searching question, Qin Xin preempted: ”Master, I’m hungry!”

She rubbed her little belly confidently.

With two ”gurgle” sounds.

The man took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple rolling again: ”Go to the kitchen yourself.”

Qin Xin saw that the man was at a loss with her, flicked his white robe sleeve three times, amused, she dragged her luggage towards the kitchen.

Upon entering the door, she poked her little head out again, sternly warning the certain man: ”Don’t spread the news of my visit here, especially don’t tell Xiangxiang!”

Man: ”...Alright.”

Qin Xin: ”Promise?”

Man: ”Hmm.”

Qin Xin went to the kitchen assuredly to rustle up some food.

But after rummaging through the cupboard... only found a bag of dry bread, a small bag of rice, and half a barrel of clear water.

Is she supposed to soak the bread in water for a meal???

Although she usually doesn’t have much demand for food, isn’t Master Tuantuan living a bit too frugally?

”Master, is there nothing else to eat?”

For instance, during the New Year, the fragrant fish soup, stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat, ginger juice sweet potato leaves, and the special sweet shellfish from Qingcheng Sea... just thinking about it makes her drool.

Yet the man behind the room’s window gauze only answered her: ”For now... there isn’t.”

Qin Xin sighed: ”Master, you always teach me to eat well. It turns out that when I’m not around, you’ve been muddling through meals like this. At this rate...”