100 Days Of Escaping My Wedding-Chapter 548 Mommy Has to Be Good

"Mommy, daddy said that when you’re in class, you can’t talk, you can’t sleep, you can’t eat..."

"Mommy has to be good, Xiao Nian and daddy will pick you up after school!"

...

Her precious son earnestly reminded her, line by line, while Xiaoqiao bit her chopsticks and responded to each phrase, feeling more and more like the son...

It had been three whole years since she’d left the campus, years spent in inexplicable anxiety and haunted by shadows of the past.

Upon returning to the classroom, Xiaoqiao sat in the spacious lecture hall, listening to the professor who had once taught her, and her emotions felt as though they had been filtered of all heaviness and sorrow, rejuvenated anew.

Xiaoqiao entered the classroom wearing large sunglasses and only took them off to sit at the back after she arrived.

Her hair had returned to its natural black color, and it was now shoulder-length. It was hot in summer, so she had casually tied it into a bun at the back.

Though only a third of the three-month period had passed, these days, nurtured by Gu Hangshen, she had gained some flesh on her face; her baby face was partially restored, looking more youthful and fresh.

No one would doubt she was a college student, and some might even believe her to be a high schooler.

The advantage of having a baby face is that at thirty, you can still possess the looks of an eighteen-year-old.

Today’s Film and Psychology class was a combined session with two classes, the large classroom brimming with people.

Xiaoqiao opened her textbook when a guy in the front row turned around unintentionally and stared at her for a long time before saying uncertainly, "Ah—you..."

"Shh!" Xiaoqiao signaled him to be quiet, then with a practiced air said, "Qiao Shiyi, right? A lot of people say we look alike!"

Having not appeared in public for a full three years and only having shown her face briefly a month ago, Xiaoqiao’s daily life was mostly unaffected, and if strangers ever asked, she had one uniform answer.

"Ah... sorry! You really do look alike!" The guy, face flashing red, mumbled softly and then asked, "Hi, I’m Qi Fang, what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around!"

The boy named Qi Fang noticed her beauty surpassed the campus belle, and it was naturally strange for him not to recognize her despite being at the same school.

"Because I took a year off for illness."

Xiaoqiao had her story ready in advance and then tactfully sidestepped the question of her name, as she hadn’t thought of a fake one for herself yet.

The professor had started lecturing, and Qi Fang didn’t continue trying to talk to her.

The professor lectured with great animation, the top students in the front row listened transfixed, the good students in the second row took furious notes, the youngsters in the third row listened with heads propped on hands... and the young couple at the back whispered sweet nothings to each other...

It truly was a classroom of varied scenes.

Xiaoqiao noticed that Qi Fang, who had tried to strike up a conversation with her earlier, was especially busy.

A few glances told her the story: the boy spent ten minutes playing games on his phone, thirty minutes scrolling through Weibo, and, in the last five minutes, he posted on Weibo. Just like that, the class passed...

Professor, it’s not that I don’t want to listen, but I’m just too busy to pay attention...

What left Xiaoqiao speechless was that if she wasn’t mistaken, Qi Fang seemed to have sneakily taken a photo of her and posted it on Weibo. Luckily she was hunched over taking notes, so he couldn’t have gotten a clear face shot.

Oh! Curse you, Weibo!

...

The morning classes finally ended.

Xiaoqiao immediately stretched, feeling nostalgic.