"Gu Lingling, Gu Lingling?"
In the classroom, Meng Qinghao called her name twice, only then did Gu Lingling react, looking at Meng Qinghao in confusion.
"Mr. Meng is asking you to come up," Wen Jing quietly reminded her.
Usually, she was fully concentrated in class, but today, for some reason, her mind kept wandering.
"Sorry." Gu Lingling nodded and walked up, but it was obvious that she still wasnāt in the right state of mind. She couldnāt answer two questions Meng Qinghao asked.
"You may go back," Meng Qinghao said.
After class, he called her to the office, "Whatās going on? Feeling too much pressure? Itās just a diplomatic banquet, Iāll be right there watching, you donāt need to worry too much."
Huh?
Only then did Gu Lingling realize that Meng Qinghao was referring to the diplomatic banquet where she would be translating in over a month.
"Iām fine, thank you for your concern." Gu Lingling smiled and shook her head.
Meng Qinghao didnāt quite look like the Meng Family, not like how Meng Feifei resembled Su Rumei, nor like how Meng Yufei and Meng Songling resembled each other. He seemed to not resemble his parents either, but still carried an innate elegance.
"If you need any help, feel free to let me know," Meng Qinghao said.
"Thank you." Gu Lingling shook her head.
Meng Qinghao smiled helplessly.
If possible, he really didnāt want Gu Lingling to be so polite with him.
But this girl was different from his other students; unlike them, who couldnāt wait to have a good relationship with the teacher, she seemed afraid of getting close to him.
If Gu Lingling knew what he was thinking, she would definitely cry out that he was overthinking.
Itās not that she wasnāt familiar with Meng Qinghao; she wasnāt close to any teacher, as long as she did her duty well.
"These are the materials. Although the final exams will be soon, I still hope you can familiarize yourself with them as soon as possible." Meng Qinghao took out a stack of documents from the drawer, "I have marked them, look through them, and if thereās anything you donāt understand, come find me anytime."
"Okay." Gu Lingling nodded.
Meng Qinghao watched her leave, smiled, and shook his head.
She really is... sigh...
As he was lost in thought, the office door was knocked again, "Did you forget something..."
He exclaimed with some joy, turning around to see his sister, Meng Yufei, standing at the doorway.
"Brother." Meng Yufei walked in with a smile, "Who were you talking about?"
Seeing her brother like that, this person must be special.
For some reason, Meng Yufei suddenly remembered the glimpse of the back she saw when she came in.
"No one." Meng Qinghao looked at her, "Why are you here?"
"Dad hasnāt come home for several days, did you know?" Meng Yufei said helplessly, "If you have time, try to persuade him."
Outsiders envy her for her parentsā loving relationship, but Meng Yufei always felt something strange.
Before, she also thought her parents were very much in love, but after once seeing the way her classmateās parents interacted, she realized that Meng Songling and Su Rumei were too cold.
At home, they respected each other like ice, while outside they acted exceedingly affectionate.
Two different modes.
Two strange modes.
"Okay." Meng Qinghao pinched the bridge of his nose, "Iāll talk to Dad later."
"Yufei," suddenly, Meng Qinghao asked, "If Mom and Dad divorced, who would you go with?"
"Why are you asking this? They just had an argument." Meng Yufei laughed, "Brother, are you overthinking it?"
Overthinking?
Meng Qinghao couldnāt help but recall the scene of his father asking him this question in the study when he came home that day.
Unprecedented seriousness.