Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 53 UCL Alumni
"J? Why are you here?" A black-haired boy sitting in the back said in Chinese in surprise.

Wen Siheng was taken aback for a moment, "Leon?"

Not expecting the appearance of this group of people, he immediately came back to his senses and greeted them with a pure English accent.

"I haven't seen you in ages. It is great to see you guys here." (Long time no see, nice to see you here.)
Leon got up and pulled a cushion aside, patted it with his hands, "Come here together!"

"Yes, yes, I only heard that you have returned to China, but I didn't expect you to be in Luojiang!" A woman next to her with red lips echoed.

"Amy is here too? Or not," he pointed to the dazed heads at the table next to him, "I was with them."

Following his line of sight, the group of people seemed to have just noticed the people sitting at the table next to them, and glanced up and down, seeing that they were still childish.

Leon smiled and asked, "Your student?"

Smiling and nodding, Wen Siheng affirmed the answer.

"So you are teaching now," Amy, who was wiping her flaming red lips, shook her head regretfully, with a regretful look.

"It turns out that you are the one who got the most offers among us. How did you come to teach in this second-tier city?"

Luo Da: Thank you for the invitation, I have been connoted.

Wen Siheng didn't answer directly, and chatted with the person at the next table without saying a word, walked to the seat next to Song Qi with a smile and sat down.

After chatting for a while, we can learn from their conversations that most of these people are his alumni from UCL, and he hasn't had much contact with them since returning to China.

Wen Siheng is not the kind of person who likes to chat with others about the current situation, including Jian Anran, who can barely catch a glimpse of the life of this person in front of him from the life of being together day and night, and in the same work circle.

When he was chatting and laughing with the group of people in fluent English, Jian Anran felt for the first time that he came from another world.

Or she just discovered that he and she are not from the same world.

In the past, I only vaguely heard that he was dug back from the British research institute by the vice-president, but I can understand a few sentences of their conversation occasionally, so I can deduce that——

Luo University was not Wen Siheng's only offer at the time, nor was it the one with the best treatment and prospects among the offers he received.

His alumni were very puzzled by the reason why he gave up everything in the UK and resolutely chose to return to China, and he was relegated to a second-tier city.

The stable and peaceful life he chooses now seems to run counter to the trajectory of his hard work in the past ten years.

"B is still talking about you so often, why did you do it back then?"

Without waiting for that Amy to finish speaking, Wen Siheng interrupted in time as if nothing had happened.

"This izakaya looks good, any recommendations?"

Seeing that Wen Siheng obviously changed the topic, Amy sat back down like a balloon being punctured and deflated.

"I read on the Internet that this sake is very good, but it would be inconvenient for the teacher to come by car, why don't we order some juice."

Mi Yingying handed the menu to him in time.

"Don't worry about me, just ask for a driver." Wen Siheng finally looked down at the menu, "You can order as you like, and I will pay for it."

"Nice!" Mi Yingying grinned, "Thank you teacher!"

"Shua—" The store door was opened again, and everyone's eyes gathered at the door.

A corner of the beige windbreaker was exposed, inside were tight blue jeans, a white T-shirt without a logo was tucked into the trousers, and someone walked in with a pair of mid-cut Martin boots.

The ponytail is tied high, with French bangs in the front. The woman's facial features are very delicate, and she wears Asian makeup and light European and American makeup. The cold air, quite a look that strangers should not get close to.

"Belly, where have you been for so long?" Seeing the woman coming in, Amy asked aloud.

"I'm sorry," the woman curled her lips into a smile, "I've been looking for a parking space for a long time."

As she spoke, she was about to take off her shoes and sit on the tatami mat. When she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the back of the white shirt facing the table next door. Her movements stopped in mid-air, and her eyes suddenly became a little complicated.

Following her gaze, Leon seemed to react.

"We just found out Jere's here, too."

The familiar figure turned back, the corner of the woman's mouth froze in half, halfway through taking off her shoes, she lost her balance and staggered.

"Be careful!" (Be careful!) The blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner next to him quickly reached out to support him.

Wen Siheng only glanced at the woman behind, then turned around, closed the menu, and said nonchalantly, "Order."

Jian Anran couldn't help peeking in the direction of the next table, the woman frowned and looked this way frequently, meeting Jian Anran's eyes a few times before hastily avoiding her gaze.

Wen Siheng didn't treat her as calmly and politely as he did to those alumni just now, and he secretly felt that their relationship might be extraordinary.

From the very beginning of their acquaintance, Jian Anran felt that she had no position to understand Wen Siheng's past emotional state. She thought that their relationship was more like a grasshopper forced to be tied to a rope.

Jian Anran never talked about her past. Although she had nothing to say about her past, Wen Siheng never mentioned him.

"J," the finger with red nail polish gently tapped Wen Siheng's shoulder, it was the woman who came in just now.

"Is it convenient to come out and say a few words?"

Without looking back, Wen Siheng said coldly, "It's not convenient."

"You want me to talk here?" the woman whispered in his ear.

Her voice was so low that even Song Qi who was sitting next to her couldn't hear what she was saying.

In the eyes of others, only the ambiguous scene of the woman's red lips leaning against Wen Siheng's ear whispered.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Siheng didn't answer, got up, put on his shoes, and went straight to the door under the ambiguous eyes of the members of the alumni group next door.

"Oh my god," Mi Yingying's face flushed with excitement, she whispered, "What did I see?"

"Is there something wrong with the two of them?"

Xiangyi glanced at Jian Anran who lowered her head, "They look like a good match."

"Sister, you say yes."

"Ah?" Suddenly caught by the cue, Jian Anran suddenly raised her head, stared blankly at the gazes gathered on her, and nodded in panic.

"Yeah, it's a good match."

Outside the izakaya, the woman raised her head and reached out to pull Wen Siheng's hand.

Taking a step back, Wen Siheng shook off in disgust.

"I don't have anything to say, I'll go in first." He was about to turn around after speaking.

"Wait!" The voice was a little choked, and the woman stopped him.

"After you came back, I haven't regretted a day."

After not hearing a response for a long time, the woman looked up at the other party, her black eyes were cold, seemingly devoid of any emotion, she looked at her as if she were looking at a stranger.

"You're like this, I'm a little scared." The woman lowered her posture.

"So what do you think of me?" Wen Siheng suddenly felt a little funny.

After hesitating for a long time, the woman asked tentatively, "Can we still be like before?"

"If that's what you want to say, I don't think you need to."

The wind at the end of September gradually became cooler, and the woman's ponytail was gently blown by the wind. Wen Siheng turned back to the izakaya without turning his head.

"Teacher, is that pretty sister also your friend?" Mi Yingying couldn't help gossiping as soon as she sat down.

(End of this chapter)