Amidst everyone’s scramble, Gu Zhihan stretched out his hand and took both the scarf and its box into his embrace.
"I never said I disliked the scarf you knitted."
After addressing Luo Mengmeng word by word, he opened the box, took out the messily knitted scarf, and wrapped it around his neck.
He wound it gently around his lean and sexy neck, moving so tenderly as if afraid to tear it.
The ugly scarf, that if thrown on the road would not even merit a second glance, seemed to him like a rare treasure.
Luo Mengmeng bit her lip, tears almost spilling from her eyes as she watched his actions.
At that moment, she only hated herself for not being skilled enough to knit the scarf well.
"It looks very nice." After tying it, he even took the small mirror from her desk to check his reflection.
Jiang Yibai and the others were dripping cold sweat, "..."
Big brother, you really know how to tell a white lie.
Finally, it was Tong Mo who broke the tension, "I’m going to give away my scarf too!"
"Psh, even if you give it, Teacher Zhuo might not accept it," Lu Zichen, a bit downcast for not getting Mengmeng’s scarf, decided to dampen Tong Mo’s enthusiasm as well.
"Are you looking to die? Shut your crow’s beak!" Tong Mo immediately and unceremoniously rewarded him with a punch.
In Lu Zichen’s wails, Tong Mo, with her own well-knitted grey scarf, walked confidently towards the office.
Standing outside the door, Tong Mo straightened her hair and adjusted her clothes to ensure a flawless appearance before pushing the door open.
The office was occupied solely by Zhuo Wen.
Though his left arm was in a cast, his right hand was busily grading papers.
The school had intended to give him time off to rest, but he couldn’t bear to leave his post, so he volunteered to work despite his illness.
After taking a deep breath, Tong Mo approached with small steps.
The girl’s ears reddened, and she held the scarf behind her back, fingertips trembling slightly with nervousness.
Upon hearing the voice, Zhuo Wen immediately looked up and, seeing Tong Mo, he smiled warmly, "Tong Mo, what brings you to see the teacher?"
"Yes." Tong Mo took a couple more steps closer, her face red, and after emotionally preparing herself for quite a while, she bravely extended the scarf in her hands to him, "This is a scarf I knitted for you."
Zhuo Wen hesitated for a moment but didn’t take it.
Being in his mid-twenties, having been in relationships before, he naturally understood what it meant for a girl to give a scarf to a man.
Seeing that he didn’t take it, Tong Mo hurriedly explained, as if protesting her innocence, "Teacher, I really didn’t mean anything else, I just wanted to use this to repay you for saving my life..."
"That’s good." Zhuo Wen breathed a sigh of relief and finally took the scarf.
Tong Mo, seeing him accept the scarf, was overjoyed, coaxing him, "Then teacher, why not try it on to see if it fits?"
"Sure." Zhuo Wen nodded, put it around his neck, and then smiled at her, "Thank you for your gift. You really didn’t have to do this, I am your teacher, and it’s my obligation to save you during an emergency."
"Still, I want to thank you..." Tong Mo stubbornly said.
"You..." Zhuo Wen smiled helplessly, glanced at his watch, and then reminded her, "Better not stand here any longer, the class bell is about to ring."
"Oh... oh... then I’m leaving!" Tong Mo snapped back to reality, and just as she was about to leave, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of some documents on his desk.
She froze on the spot, feeling cold all over.