How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 180 - 182: Showing Off_1

The courtyard was roughly fifty square meters, devoid of any furniture, with a monthly rent of three yuan and six jiao, no deposit required. The landlord would come to collect the rent on the third of each month.

Qin Jin wasn’t satisfied and decided to look further. Li Qiao surveyed the surrounding environment, where a row of brand-new red brick buildings stood in front. Those who could afford to live in such buildings must be wealthy. "What kind of residence is that in front?"

"It’s the Political Commissar’s Compound. Don’t even think about those houses; even if you have the money, you can’t rent them. You might as well rent this one. There’s electric light and heating in the house, although you’ll have to pay for the electricity and heating yourself."

Li Qiao thought it was good—security must be reliable near the large compound. She mentioned it to Qin Jin.

Qin Jin agreed, but the house was completely empty. Furnishing it would cost at least thirty or forty yuan, which didn’t seem very economical.

Li Qiao said, "Actually, it is economical. If we spend forty yuan to furnish the place, we’re going to live here for four years. That’s ten yuan a year, eighty-three fen a month, less than three li a day, and three li is practically nothing."

Qin Jin was convinced. He requested to see the landlord’s residence registration booklet, and after confirming everything was in order, Li Qiao drafted a contract-like agreement, which both parties signed and each kept a copy.

Qin Jin paid the first month’s rent, and the landlord left with the money.

Li Qiao stayed to clean the house, while Qin Jin went out to purchase supplies.

The neighbor from next door, a middle-aged auntie, came over and said, "Young lady, renting the house, huh? Is it expensive?"

Li Qiao replied, "Three yuan and six jiao, not expensive." She initially thought it would be at least seven or eight yuan because even in her hometown’s county city, renting a house for a month would cost three or four yuan.

"Cheap means you’re being conned, but someone died in this house before. It’s filled with misfortune," the auntie said softly. "If you haven’t moved in yet, you’d better back out quickly."

If it had been just after her arrival, Li Qiao would have been scared to tears, but after spending some time in the forensic department, she had grown bolder. "No problem, I used to be an assistant to a forensic examiner. I’ve seen all kinds of dead bodies."

At this, the auntie felt uneasy all over, hugged her shoulders, rubbed them, and left hurriedly.

Li Qiao watched her departing figure, thinking Ma Ling was right—it’s true that nobody wants to be friends with someone who has dealt with dead bodies.

She threw out the various rubbish in the house, swept it clean, wiped all the windows with a cloth, and cleared the yard too.

Qin Jin returned with a long table in his hands, followed by two men, one carrying steel pipes and the other carrying an iron frame.

The men put down what they were carrying and left.

Li Qiao asked, "Is there only one bed?"

"The other bed is on the way." Qin Jin started putting together the metal bed.

After the bed was assembled, they carried it together into the main bedroom. Then, a gruff voice came from the doorway, "Is anyone here? We’ve brought the bed."

Qin Jin went out and had the men place the bed inside the house.

This time, they brought a wooden board bed. Li Qiao jumped on it to test, and it was very sturdy.

As the sky grew dark, Qin Jin said, "I’ll take you back to school."

Li Qiao replied, "Classes just started today. Going back to school would mean just staying in the dormitory. I might as well stay with you in the guesthouse."

Qin Jin was more than happy to have his wife to sleep beside him for a peaceful night. "Good."

Li Qiao asked, "Are you going back to your hometown tomorrow?"

Qin Jin replied, "There’s no rush to go back until we’ve prepared all the household necessities."

Li Qiao said, "I can prepare them myself."

"You focus only on your studies. Leave other matters to me," Qin Jin said.

Li Qiao smiled. It was really relieving to have him around.

The next morning, she returned to the dormitory only to find that everyone had already received their books and was preparing for class.

Cheng Shuqin said, "Li Qiao, I’m not trying to scare you, but the upcoming class is Professor Xue’s, Sufen’s uncle. If you’re late, you’ll fail. And you don’t even have the book. You’re on your own now."

Ma Hongxiang kindly said, "Li Qiao, you can use my book."

Li Qiao, stricken with her obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn’t stand sharing a book with someone else. She needed to get her own copy to take notes comfortably. "Where can I get the book?"

Ma Hongxiang said, "They were handed out at the class meeting last night when we chose our class representative. You’ll need to get yours separately from Mr. Che, our class advisor."

"Where’s the office? And who’s the class representative?"

As Ma Hongxiang directed her to the location and mentioned that the class representative was also Sufen, who doubled as the dorm monitor, Li Qiao immediately went to get the books. She had barely explained her situation to Mr. Che when the bell for class rang. She grabbed the book and rushed to the classroom, but as she reached the door, she couldn’t stop in time, and the book collided with the door panel and scattered on the ground. As she crouched down to pick them up, she then stood and announced her arrival.

The professor was a young man named Xue Lingqing, in his mid-twenties, with an extraordinary appearance.

He stood about one meter eighty tall.

Dressed in a shirt and trousers, wearing gold-rimmed glasses exuding an air of bookishness, he stared at her with an expressionless face.

Cheng Shuqin whispered, "Why is your uncle staring at Li Qiao like that?"

"Thinking about how to punish her, my uncle is really strict," Xue Sufen said with an attitude of enjoying the drama.

"Sorry, Professor Xue, I went home last night without taking the book, I just got it now," Li Qiao explained nervously.

"Isn’t your home in a rural area outside the city? How could you have gone back in one night?" Xue Sufen said. "You’re a university student now, lying isn’t good, right?"

Li Qiao retorted, "I rent a room outside." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Xue Sufen snorted inwardly, could a rural person afford to rent a room in the city?

The classroom was silent, and it was a long while before Li Qiao heard any response, not knowing what to do.

She started to regret not listening to the warnings and advice of others.

At that moment, she only heard a cold command, "Be more careful next time."

Xue Sufen was disappointed. Why wasn’t there a punishment for being late?

Li Qiao then found an empty seat near the back and sat down; she had just received the math book.

"Li Qiao, come up and answer the question."

"Here," Li Qiao stood up and walked towards the blackboard.

Xue Lingqing’s eyes flashed with surprise. So she was the Top Scholar.

The one who came first in the competition and also took first place in the overall subjects.

He had always thought it was a male student.

Li Qiao reviewed the problem and began to answer, quickly filling up a whole blackboard.

The classmates all took a sharp breath—they hadn’t even understood the question, yet she was able to solve it.

Cheng Shuqin was dumbfounded. "This Li Qiao is really something, I didn’t even understand the previous example, and she managed to solve the question without listening at all."

Xue Sufen’s eyes darkened. Coming from a small place, and yet she made such a splash in the first class, how was she going to stand out in the future?

Li Qiao finished writing and was ready to step down.

Professor Xue said, "Please explain the thought process to the class."

Li Qiao was best at explaining. She found the right entry point to start explaining the problem, and at the end, she asked, "Classmates, do you understand now?"

"Not really."

"What don’t you understand?"

A student asked, and Li Qiao explained, adding two more methods for solving the problem, receiving warm applause from everyone.

At this time, the bell for the end of class also rang.

Xue Sufen cursed inwardly, one lesson and you hogged twenty minutes, people who don’t know might think you’re the professor.

Just you wait!

After putting down the chalk and stepping back, Li Qiao returned to her seat.

In the university’s subject courses, two sessions are combined, so the professor hadn’t left, and Xue Sufen went up to the podium and affectionately linked arms with Professor Xue.

Li Qiao remembered Cheng Shuqin saying the two were uncle and niece, but they didn’t look more than a few years apart.

Ma Hongxiang sat down next to her with a book in hand, "I really envy you, you didn’t listen at all but still could solve the problem. I couldn’t even understand the question; everyone suspects this professor can’t teach, perhaps not as well as you."

Li Qiao chuckled, "How could that be! I can do it because I learned a little bit about it before, there’s nothing to envy. It’s normal for everyone to not understand at first, after all, university knowledge is different from high school. You’ll get used to it."

"How many points did you get on the college entrance exam?"

"It’s all in the past," Li Qiao said.

On Xue Sufen’s side, she was still brooding about Xue Lingqing not punishing Li Qiao. "Didn’t you warn me not to be late to your classes? Why can Li Qiao be late?"

Xue Lingqing glanced at the girl facing away, laughing and talking with classmates, her lively appearance, and teeth shining brightly in the sunlight hitting her. Her skin seemed translucent in the light. As she moved, he looked away, flicking off the hand on his arm, "That’s only for you. Quickly go back to your seat, and don’t say you know me or come looking for me at school."

Xue Sufen, feeling rebuffed and slightly embarrassed, huffed back to her own seat.