I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 81 - 70: Copy It 100 Times

Gu Lan held her lower abdomen, slowly following behind Xie Yun, walking past the corridor outside Maoqin Hall, then turned a corner as Xie Yun entered a room.

She didn’t hesitate and followed him in directly.

This room seemed to be the teacher’s office, with a few potted plants on the windowsill, piles of scrolls on the desk, and Gu Lan even noticed a few pages of test papers from a few days ago issued by Qin Zhenghu.

She was already prepared to face Xie Yun’s stormy wrath.

"Sit."

Xie Yun raised his hand and gestured.

Gu Lan sat down without understanding why, then froze for a moment. The wooden chair was padded with a thick cushion, providing warmth and comfort as she sat down.

"Advisor Xie, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep during class—"

She hadn’t finished speaking when she saw Xie Yun take out a soft pillow from behind and place it on the table, gently patting it with his palm, his voice calm and composed: "Sleep."

Gu Lan:...

She furrowed her brows in confusion.

Xie Yun stood up, poured two cups of hot tea, then, after some thought, poured a cup of hot water and placed it in front of Gu Lan: "Young Master Gu, drink more hot water."

Gu Lan:...

She instinctively lowered her head, glancing at her own crotch.

She carefully felt her body; her clothes were worn properly, the fake Adam’s apple was still there, and there wasn’t a single flaw.

Xie Yun’s reaction, it seemed as if he knew her true identity?

Xie Yun looked at Gu Lan, then lowered his gaze, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes as he changed the subject: "Didn’t Young Master Gu study too late last night? Why are there dark circles under your eyes now?"

Gu Lan nodded silently; could she really say she slept well, but her complexion was poor because of her period?

"In that case, you can rest here for a while," Xie Yun said calmly.

Gu Lan frowned and said, "Doesn’t this count as skipping class?"

"I am a teacher," Xie Yun’s lips curved slightly, with a trace of helplessness in his tone, "Moreover, I forgot that I promised Zhenghu yesterday that I would help review the test papers, so I can only do it now."

With that, he picked up a stack of test papers and sat at the far end of the desk to prepare the ink.

Gu Lan was stunned for a moment. As waves of abdominal pain came, she sat quietly, not drinking the cup of hot water Xie Yun poured, but hugged the pillow, burying her face into it.

The pillow was new, she could tell.

Gu Lan’s head felt dizzy, enduring the pain, and unknowingly she fell asleep, her cheeks moving slightly, revealing her tightly closed, delicate brows and eyes.

Sometime later, Xie Yun stopped his writing, quietly watching the sleeping Gu Lan, his gaze surprisingly gentle.

Originally, he just wanted to protect her as she grew up, but now, he found her increasingly lovable.

The window in the room was open, so Xie Yun got up and silently closed it, seeing Gu Lan frown from the cold wind. He hesitated for a moment before picking up a thin blanket from the chair and covering her shoulders.

In an instant, Gu Lan opened her eyes.

Her eyes were cold, filled with vigilance and suspicion, like a startled young beast.

Xie Yun had no doubt that if Gu Lan had a dagger in her hand, it would already be at his throat.

His hand suspended in mid-air, he softly said, "Blanket."

Gu Lan actually wasn’t fully awake, merely opening her eyes out of instinct. Upon seeing the blanket, she closed her eyes again, her voice very faint: "Thank you."

Young Master Gu quickly fell asleep again, and Xie Yun felt a slight ache in his heart, an indescribable feeling.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp gaze, and when he lifted his head, he saw a sullen, cold young man standing at the door.

"Fifth Young Master Rong, what brings you here?" Xie Yun asked in a low voice, fearing to disturb Gu Lan’s sleep.

Rong Heng looked at him, the image of Xie Yun covering Gu Lan with the blanket still vivid in his mind.

His eyes, as dark as ink, were tinged with red, and he asked in a light, eerie voice, "Advisor Xie, shouldn’t you be teaching at the Imperial Family school? What are you doing here?"

Xie Yun said, "I am tired. Can I not take a short rest?"

"But the one resting is not you."

Rong Heng glanced at the peacefully sleeping person in the room, clenching his fist.

Xie Yun seemed to explain, "Gu Lan is not feeling well. I simply let her sleep here peacefully, or does Fifth Young Master Rong intend to disturb her?"

Remembering Xie Yun’s previous gaze, Rong Heng couldn’t help but furrow his brows and involuntarily said, "Advisor Xie, aren’t you overly concerned about a man?"

Xie Yun raised an eyebrow, a thought crossing his mind, and with a faint smile, he said, "And what if he’s a man?"

Rong Heng’s pupils contracted, his mind roaring, leaving only Xie Yun’s words.

Xie Yun continued, "I take responsibility for my student. Fifth Young Master Rong, please leave."

Rong Heng gazed deeply at Gu Lan for a long time before lowering his eyes, his expression gloomy and cold as usual. With a sneer, he turned and left.