The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 384 - 302

After finishing work at RH Group, Rong Zhi finally had some free time.

She messaged Teacher Mao, who had been waiting for news, saying she was free lately. Teacher Mao happily arranged several classes for her.

Saturday morning.

After having breakfast with Yu Nian in the office, Rong Zhi headed to Class 16.

The classroom was as quiet as ever.

During morning reading, while other classes were filled with the sound of reading, Class 16 was asleep.

Except for Chi Lele, who was engrossed in his novel.

"Morning, Rong Zhi!" He spotted Rong Zhi out of the corner of his eye and waved in greeting.

Rong Zhi nodded, sat on the edge of the lectern, placed her bag in the drawer, and when she reached out, she felt something cold.

She touched it—a square, slightly smooth object. When she took it out, it was a carton of milk.

Shang Xing, just waking up groggily at the front, rubbed his eyes, glanced at the milk carton, and blurted out, "Milk... seems like Brother Jing bought it at the convenience store last night and put it in the wrong place?"

The three of them went clubbing last night, only finishing at four or five in the morning. Si Raojing, quite drunk, turned the wrong way into a convenience store outside the bar.

Shang Xing and the others thought Si Raojing was buying cigarettes, but he didn’t take any. Instead, he got a bottle of milk and even asked the owner to warm it up.

After warming it up, he didn’t drink it but put it in his pocket and mumbled something. They were all drunk at the time and didn’t catch it.

Seeing this milk now reminded them.

Shang Xing barely finished recounting this before he succumbed to sleepiness, his head hitting the desk.

Rong Zhi nodded upon hearing this, gave it little thought, and placed the milk on Si Raojing’s desk.

The boy was sound asleep face down on his desk—one could tell how wild his night had been.

Morning reading passed quickly. Rong Zhi checked the time on her phone, and seeing it was about right, she clapped her hands.

The crisp sounds of clapping echoed in the classroom, causing most students to look up drowsily, while Si Raojing irritably kicked his desk before looking toward the sound source.

The girl lowered her gaze slightly, her expression calm and cool.

Si Raojing: "..."

Rubbing his messy hair, his handsome face was slightly pale, eyes full of red veins. He squinted at her for a while, clicked his tongue ambiguously, and his eyes inadvertently landed on the milk on his desk, momentarily pausing.

"Class is fine, but why clap?"

His voice, tinged with fatigue, was slightly hoarse, like aged wine—cold yet intoxicating.

Rong Zhi succinctly retorted, "If I didn’t clap, would you wake up?"

Si Raojing crossed his arms, speaking casually, "No..."

Before finishing, he abruptly stopped, realizing whatever he said would be self-defeating. He simply shut his mouth, pressing his lips tightly, wordlessly staring at her.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of Rong Zhi’s lips. She didn’t expose him and turned to pick up the chalk and start writing.

Si Raojing blinked in a moment’s pause.

After a while, Shang Xing waved a hand in front of his face with a teasing tone, "Brother Jing, what’s up? Enchanted by Rong Xiaocao? Well, she’s the kind who’s beautiful enough without smiling. When she does smile, even I couldn’t help but be captivated."

Si Raojing tossed the milk toward his head expressionlessly.

Pressing his lips, he couldn’t shake the image of the girl’s smiling lips from his mind.

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Rong Zhi continuously taught several classes in Class 16, leaving other students in the school envious.

As class ended and the bell rang, Class 16 quickly left to play. Rong Zhi was sorting through the class’ test papers and getting ready to leave when she saw Si Raojing walking towards her with something.

Lately, for some reason, this rascal always gravitated toward her during her classes, doing nothing but offering her things.

Both food and other stuff.

Rong Zhi, holding the test papers, glanced at the strawberry milkshake in his hand, then looked at Si Raojing, and said plainly, "I don’t drink cold stuff."

Si Raojing set the milk tea down, smiled slightly upon hearing this, and replied, "It’s not cold, it’s warmed."