Chapter 212: No kiss;" Fourth Master "; Qiao Ying lecturing on stage: homework is Qin Han more do

Chapter 212

Qin Hanyue carefully rinsed off the bubbles for her, then turned off the shower head and put it back in place: "Done."

He took out a thick, fluffy towel from the cabinet and wrapped up her wet hair. Qiao Ying stood up straight, facing him.

The towel covered most of her head, only revealing her fair little face. Qin Hanyue's big hands gently patted her long hair dry with the towel, his gaze inadvertently falling from her hair to her face.

She lowered her eyes.

As Qin Hanyue looked at her, his movements slowed down unconsciously. The towel had soaked up most of the moisture and her wet hair cascaded down, her small face hidden under the thick hair and towel, making her look even smaller.

Gradually, Qin Hanyue's movements stopped completely. His lightly pursed lips parted slightly, hot breath spraying from between them.

As emotions ran deep, he couldn't help but slowly lean down, moving closer to her bit by bit.

His sexy Adam's apple slid noiselessly. Qin Hanyue was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Coming closer and closer, just as his lips were about to touch the girl's forehead... she suddenly looked up at him.

Their eyes met accurately.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Qin Hanyue was stunned. After a brief silence, he held his breath and pretended to be calm as he asked, "...Can you see now?"

Qiao Ying: "Much clearer."

Seeing that Qiao Ying didn't look abnormal, Qin Hanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good then."

He straightened up, pulling back the distance between them, and continued to dry her hair. He didn't explain his actions just now, and Qiao Ying didn't ask either.

Qiao Ying watched his focused gaze drying her hair, lightly pursed her lips, an inscrutable look flashing in her indifferent eyes.

She took the towel from him and went out of the bathroom drying her own hair.

Qin Hanyue watched her leave, silently tidying up the sink before following her out to ask about her eyes.

Qiao Ying: "When I woke up this morning, I realized they were much better."

Now that she could see, she naturally didn't need Qin Hanyue's help threading needles anymore. Yet Qin Hanyue either forgot about this or subconsciously still handed them to her.

And Qiao Ying, whether she had forgotten she could see now or was just too lazy, still let him do it for her.

The husky Sack came in with a ball in its mouth. Seeing Qiao Ying busy, it obediently went to play by itself and waited for her.

After Qiao Ying was done organizing the needles, she called out: "Master Sack, come."

Hearing her voice, the dog looked at her but didn't move.

Qin Hanyue, who was helping her tidy up the needles, asked curiously: "Master Sack?"

Qiao Ying smiled at him. "I just gave it that name this morning."

Qin Hanyue was amused and exasperated. "Yet you care about Sack's feelings so much."

Qiao Ying: "I actually quite like the name Sack, but whenever I called out for Sack these past few days, they'd both respond. "

And once that happened, Sack's face would darken and he wouldn't come out again for half a day.

So I had to change the name.

Qiao Ying: "If you don't like the new name I can change it again."

Qin Hanyue earnestly said: "No objections. I'm elated you'd use me as a reference. Just... it's not taking my surname, right?"

He was worried about giving Old Master Qin hypertension.

The teacher and students wondered what she was looking at, and why she seemed unfamiliar with her own assignment.

The teacher tentatively asked, "Is there a problem, Qiao? If so please let me know, I can solve it right away."

Qiao Ying: "No, just taking a look."

She hadn't seen it before after all, and didn't know what was in the presentation.

Take a look? A look at what?

Lecturing on assignments and such basic, fundamental knowledge was like child's play to her. Having her teach as if she were lecturing kindergarten kids was admittedly somewhat difficult for her. Qin Hanyue was probably more suited for this job.

After quickly skimming through, Qiao Ying projected the content onto the screen for everyone to see, and highlighted a few key points.

The classroom was very quiet, with only the sound of Qiao Ying's fluent lecturing voice. Everyone listened attentively, more focused than they'd ever been in class before. The department chair who was passing by in the hallway kept nodding approvingly when he saw this.

On the podium, Qiao Ying was calm and composed. Her professional terminology was so advanced that her classmates listened in a daze, unable to keep up with her pace at all.

"Although I can't really understand it, judging by the teacher's reaction, it must be pretty remarkable."

"Isn't this already touching on third-year knowledge?"

"The PPT is amazing, I love looking at it!"

The light from the screen hurt Qiao Ying's eyes. Concise and to the point, she quickly covered the main things in four to five minutes.

Just as the teacher was getting absorbed in her lecture, she stopped.

Teacher: "Done?"

Qiao Ying: "Mm."

Teacher: "How about... elaborating a bit more? The assignment from last Thursday was also very outstanding, why don't you walk the class through some of the knowledge points in there?"

"Teacher, we're more curious about how such a nice PPT was made—what software was used, any special techniques... Could you share some of that with us, Qiao?" a student asked.

Teacher: "Qiao, would you mind sharing some of that with the class?"

Under the eager gazes of her classmates...

Qiao Ying stated matter-of-factly: "I didn't make this."

She hadn't produced more than a handful of PPTs herself before. Of course if asked to summarize PPT design tips on the spot she could easily whip up a perfect set of guidelines for the teacher.

She just wasn't certain how useful they'd actually find it.

The teacher was taken aback. "You mean you didn't produce this assignment yourself?"

Qiao Ying: "Mm."

The students immediately broke out in hushed whispers.

Teacher: "Then who made it?"

Qiao Ying was silent for a moment. "Qin Hanyue."

The teacher's eyes were wide open, and his tongue was a little tied: “...Who, who did you say?"

Qiao Ying spoke clearly and rhymatically: “Master Qin.”

Compared to Qin Hanyue's name, this one seemed easier to understand.

The classroom suddenly became quiet.