The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 170 – You've Gotta Say Something To Comfort Me
Derek walked up to James, propping his arm against the podium, and raised the corners of his lips. “Mr. Walker?”
His voice was clear and seductive, pulling the string in James' heart.
James raised his head to look at him, his long eyelashes batting behind the lenses, and he asked a bit nervously. “What do you want to do? This is the classroom…”
“Yeah, this is the classroom. What can I do?” Derek suddenly approached him, leaned slightly, put his head to James's ear, and blew a breath of hot air at the tip of his ear. To his satisfaction, he saw that the tip of his ear trembled and instantly turned red.
So cute.
Derek let out a low chuckle from his throat. “Or, what is Mr. Walker expecting me to do?”
James stepped back, but behind him were the steps. He missed his footing and was about to fall over.
Derek stretched out his long arms to take James's waist in time and hugged him into his arms.
The man's waist was very slim without any fat and felt so good through his thin clothing.
Derek could pinch his waist with only one hand.
“Let go. Others will see it…” James pressed his hand against the boy's chest and struggled.
However, Derek hugged him even more tightly, narrowing her wolfish eyes. “Mr. Walker, are you jealous?”
It sounded like a question, but his tone was affirmative.
James looked away, not meeting his gaze. “No, don't talk nonsense.”
“Then why did you throw chalk at me? Why did you lose your temper?” pursued Derek.
James's breathing was a little unsteady. “Because you didn't listen to the class and disrupted the class order, understood?”
“I was not the only one who wasn't listening to the class. Why did Mr. Walker only get angry at me? Could it be…” Derek curled his lips, blinking his innocent and aggrieved eyes. “Could it be that you were targeting me? Mr. Walker, you are too much. I'm really sad. You've gotta say something to comfort me…”
Comfort him?
James abruptly turned his head to look at him, his eyes widened, and after holding back for a long time, he could only utter a word. “Shameless!”
Not only was Derek not annoyed, but the smile on his face spread. “I don't mind being called shameless as long as I can chase the person I like.”
“You…”
At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the classroom, and Derek turned his head to look.
James took the opportunity to push him away, grabbed the textbook on the podium, and rushed out of the classroom. He almost bumped into two students.
The students were taken aback.
“Why is Mr. Walker so flustered? What happened?”
When they looked into the classroom, they only saw Derek leaning against the podium and smiling with pleasure.
After learning Go for a week, Phoebe finally figured out a little. It was not as difficult as she had imagined, and she was confident that she could do better in Go than Claire.
When school was over, she happened to meet Claire on the second floor.
She asked Claire provocatively. “Do you like Go too? I think it's quite simple. Are you interested in playing a game of Go with me?”
Claire glanced at her sideways, gave a disdainful smile, and went straight into the room, ignoring her.
Being ignored, Phoebe stomped with anger.
Claire just knew some little tricks! She didn't know what she was behaving so arrogantly for! When she entered the Go club, she must crush Claire!
Back in the room, Claire casually threw her school bag aside.
A strange number called her phone.
She swiped her finger across the screen, and as the call got through, an old man's voice sounded. “Girl, it's me, your Grandpa.”
Evans?
Claire pulled the chair out and sat down. “What's the matter?”
“Do you remember Grandpa Johnny, the one I mentioned to you last time? He's the Chairman of the Autumn Go Club. He will come to see Phoebe tomorrow. I think you've got a talent for Go. Would you also like to come to my house tomorrow?”
Chapter end
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