quarrel

ChangXi reached the staff room and knocked on the opened door politely, unlike earlier.

"Come in," he said, sitting with his left leg crossed at his table.

She came in, standing at his side, and tied her hand behind her like a respective student.

"Hand me your paper," he said as he stretched his hand to her, looking into her blank eyes.

She inserted her hand inside her skirt pocket, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and unfolded it. That crumpling sound, while she unfurled, caused him to form a line on his forehead. She even put it lying on the table next to his hand, ironing it with her hands as he subtly narrowed at the blank paper she was ironing right now.

Without saying a word, she slid it past his hand to put it in view for him before taking back her hand.

He dubiously blinked once before getting a hold of it and flipping it back and forth, only to glimpse that blank white paper. He then looked up at her and asked, "What's this?"

"The paper you asked for, sir." She said it cordially.

He was clueless and even doubted himself: "Did I really see a drawing or this blank paper?" She was uncertain about the paper she handed in and also suspicious of her sudden, well-mannered body language and talk.

That all disturbed his concentration until his glance accidentally caught sight of paper frays at the edge of the paper that indicated it was scragged paper from a notebook, not the A4 sheet he offered for writing.

He crumpled it immediately and threw it in the dustbin.

"Is this for you asked mine, Sir?"

She sounded wailing, as if his heartless behaviour had riddled her heart. However, Krish wasn't that stupid to be blind to cognizing that she was putting an act to save her paper from his sight.

He twirled to her along with the seat and frowned at her. "Give me the real one!" he roared.

"Stupid, it took you three minutes to find out this little thing. So sad." She mocked him sarcastically and said, "Seeing this stupidity, now I hope I can make you love me soon."

She splashed a lovely, shameless smile, which aroused indignation inside him.

Surpassing his madness, he stretched his hand again to her. "Hand me the paper!" His voice was dark.

"Do you want to know about my dream that much?" She asked. The last word came out as a whisper. He leaned forward, gripped the chair's armrest, and looked closer at his face.

"How about I say it in words instead of showing my paper?" She asked. Her breath could be heard. She was seeing his face that much closer. Still, his stubbornness remained.

She drove her face into his ear to say what her dream was. "It was love; I want to experience true love with you." She whispered in his ear.

With the same scowling countenance, he was waiting for her eyes to meet his. His outrage behind his patients knew that if he responded with his hand again, he would not guarantee her anger would smack down his table too. She pulled back her face-to-face with him and asked,

"Are you satisfied now?"

"I'm afraid that your dream will be a dream for the rest of your life," he said, smirking at her.

"Oh," she pouted in disappointment, standing straight and crossing her hands against her chest. "If you are that considerable, why don't you love me instead?"

"I think you have someone else already, and even news of your romance inside the campus hit my ear by one of the teachers," he said, crossing his legs again and folding his hands across his chest as he was sure of himself.

She merely blinked. "What?"

"I won't touch other people's belongings, so it's better to accept his love instead of chasing after me."

He advised and was filled with a complacent aura while twirling his chair back to face his table and continuing to separate his students' papers according to their dreams.

She clenched his collar and twirled him towards her as the chair veered at high speed.

"Who the hell said that?" She growled. Her madness-raged face slightly shuddered his heart in no time. "Is that Mr. Zang?"

Krish didn't slip to express his fright and firmly said, "No."

"Then who?" She tightened her grip on his collar.

"Me, it's me. I did see a punishment letter of apology of yours, and..." he trailed off, sparing a moment to observe her scowl getting deeper, and then he opened his mouth to continue, "Ge-"

"GengXi's"

She finished off his word. He gave a down nod, looking in the eyes.

"Listen to me; he forced me to do that," she said.

"Ohh..." he trailed off along with nodes as her hand still clenched his collar and asked, "So you are going to deny that you chased him for love when you were 15 years old, aren't you?"

"I won't lie. I did, but not now!" She growled and tightened his gripped collar further, causing him to cough twice.

He then cuffed her wrist, trying to drift it away from his neck. Unfortunately, she was strong enough to beat his force. So, he ended up clutching her wrist gently and dropping the idea of behaving viciously.

"Sorry for dumping you. I dislike being touched by the already-taken girl," he said, stumblelessly meeting her eyes, which were so close to him the whole time since she clenched his collar and was still closer to his.

The door opened.

Krish rolled his eyes quickly to that side and caught a glimpse of Mr. Zheng stunning right there with fixed, wide eyes at them.