Chapter 358: No Need to Be Nervous

Song Zhaodi was eating with her head lowered.

She usually ate alone, tucked away in a corner.

She never got any side dishes.

Just a small portion of rice and a bit of the free soup provided by the school cafeteria.

That was enough to make a meal.

She usually skipped dinner.

After all, she could get by on one meal a day.

Just then, she sensed someone sit down across from her.

She instinctively looked up.

When she saw it was Teacher Fu, she froze for a moment.

"T-Teacher Fu!"

"Sorry, I got a bit too much food. Plus, I’m not a big fan of this fatty meat. You wouldn’t mind helping me finish some of it, would you, Student Song? After all, if I have leftovers, people will say I’m wasting food."

"I... I..." Song Zhaodi was dumbfounded. She didn’t know what to say.

"None of that now. Eat up. I need to talk to you about something in a little while."

Fu Mingxue moved some vegetables and meat into her bowl with her chopsticks.

She didn’t give her too much meat—just the two pieces of fatty meat, plus a piece of lean meat.

She didn’t add any more.

After all, for someone who hadn’t eaten meat in a long time, eating too much would do more harm than good—her stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Song Zhaodi hadn’t expected Teacher Fu to have already placed the meat and vegetables into her lunch tray.

It wouldn’t be right to push it back.

She could only thank her in a small voice, "Thank you, Teacher Fu."

Fu Mingxue didn’t say, "You’re welcome."

She just said, "Eat up. Come with me to my office in a bit."

Hearing this, Song Zhaodi grew anxious, wondering what Teacher Fu could possibly want with her.

Distracted by her worries, she finished every last bite of the meat and vegetables without even realizing it.

When she finally noticed, not a single grain of rice was left in her tray. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

She felt utterly mortified.

She snuck a peek across the table and saw that Teacher Fu wasn’t looking her way; she was busy eating her own food.

’But even the way Teacher Fu eats is so elegant!’

Fu Mingxue’s senses were actually quite sharp.

Especially after taking that Constitution Pill, she felt her senses had become even sharper.

At this moment, she knew the girl across from her was secretly watching her.

She didn’t look up, though, not until she had finished all of her food.

Just as she was about to put down her chopsticks, her tray and chopsticks were whisked away by the girl, who had suddenly stood up.

"Teacher Fu, I’ll wash these for you."

Without waiting for Fu Mingxue’s permission, she grabbed the tray and hurried off—

Fu Mingxue: ...?

’Oh well,’ she thought. ’Let her wash it.’

A few moments later, Song Zhaodi returned, carrying a stack of lunch trays.

She handed the top two containers back to Fu Mingxue.

"Teacher Fu, they’re all clean."

"Thank you, Student Song! Let’s go now."

Fu Mingxue took her containers and stood up.

Song Zhaodi’s anxiety returned in full force.

She had no idea what Teacher Fu wanted with her.

But she didn’t dare ask.

She just trailed behind Fu Mingxue all the way to the office.

She stood there, shifting awkwardly.

"Teacher Fu, what did you need to see me about?"

Hearing this, Fu Mingxue’s expression faltered for a moment before she spoke. "Relax. And there’s no need to be so formal. It makes me sound like I’m several years older."

Song Zhaodi grew flustered. "No, not at all! Teacher Fu, you’re very young—"

Fu Mingxue: ?...

’Why is she so nervous? She did so well yesterday, didn’t she?’

’Forget it. I’d better just get to the point.’