Chapter 179: Scar Mama

After Andrew finished changing, the two of them went to school together.

It was the second day of school registration, and many students were still dragging their luggage back to the dormitories.

Most of them were chatting as they walked toward the dormitory buildings, pulling their suitcases.

This continued until someone’s gaze was unintentionally drawn to Scarlett and Andrew getting out of the car not far away.

"Hey! Look over there. Is that boy getting out of the car with his mother?"

"Probably. Didn’t they say parents need to accompany students when they apply for off-campus housing?"

"Damn! She’s so young and beautiful! I’m starting to understand Chancellor Suzanne."

"Traitor Suzanne! Give me your life!"

Because Scarlett hadn’t tied up her hair, it fell over the side of her face, so many students didn’t recognize her. Combined with her mature outfit, this led them to assume she was Andrew’s mother.

Even Danny, the Dean of the School of Finance, almost mistook Scarlett for Andrew’s mother.

"Scarlett, you brought this student here to see me?"

Danny adjusted his reading glasses, looking at Andrew and Scarlett with a face full of confusion.

"Dean Danny, I brought Andrew here to apply for off-campus housing."

"Oh."

Danny nodded slowly, still somewhat puzzled, but he went to find Andrew’s application form anyway.

"Andrew, right? Due to the shortage of dormitory space last year, you were indeed living off campus."

Danny verified Andrew’s information, then said to him, "So, has your parents arrived? Have her sign these two consent forms."

"Mhm..."

Andrew was about to explain that his parents were busy and couldn’t come.

But before he could speak, Scarlett interrupted him. "Dean Danny, I’ll sign."

"Ah? You’ll sign?"

Dean Danny’s eyes instantly widened. After a moment of shock, he recovered and said, "This regulation requires a guardian’s signature. Scarlett, if you sign, it might not be appropriate. Is Andrew related to you somehow?"

Danny suddenly guessed that Scarlett might be a close relative of Andrew.

However, Scarlett’s next answer almost startled his reading glasses off his face.

"Mhm, he’s my boyfriend."

"???"

For a moment, the entire office fell into extreme awkwardness. Andrew didn’t know whether he should speak up to explain.

Danny looked at Andrew, then back at Scarlett. "You’re not joking, are you?"

"Of course not. And Andrew is currently living with me. There shouldn’t be any problem with me signing these consent and guarantee forms, right?"

Danny couldn’t respond immediately, as he had never encountered such a situation before.

Finally, after thinking for a long while and considering that Scarlett was a university professor with an excellent reputation, he agreed.

He had Andrew and Scarlett sign the forms separately, then approved Andrew’s request for off-campus housing.

Andrew signed in the student section, but Scarlett’s designated signing area was a bit awkward.

The word Guardian printed above it made Andrew feel strange no matter how he looked at it.

After leaving the Dean’s office, Andrew asked Scarlett, "Teacher, is there really no issue with you signing in the guardian section?"

"No issue. No one is going to look too closely at it. The school just requires a signature because they’re afraid of being held liable if something happens."

After speaking, Scarlett looked at Andrew beside her, her lips curving slightly with a hint of mischief. "Besides, aren’t I your guardian?"

"Mhm..."

"Alright, go have some fun. I have quite a few things to do today. Remember to pick me up tonight."

"Okay."

Andrew watched Scarlett’s retreating figure and thought to himself: So, this means Scarlett really has become my Scar Mama?

After resolving the off-campus housing application, life returned to normal. Scarlett was busy teaching and working at school, while Andrew managed his studio affairs alongside his classes.

After giving Hannah a week off, Andrew had to handle many things himself, keeping him quite busy for a while.

It wasn’t until the first weekend after school started that the two finally got some rest.

...

"Teacher, aren’t you getting up yet?"

Andrew, who had already finished breakfast, arrived at Scarlett’s bedroom door and called out to her again.

Scarlett’s voice soon came from the bedroom. "Bring the breakfast in and feed me. I’m tired and don’t want to get up."

Upon hearing this, Andrew immediately brought the steamed buns and soy milk into the bedroom.

Scarlett was still lying in bed, looking lazy.

"Then, Teacher, should I wash your face for you first?" Andrew asked.

Unexpectedly, Scarlett answered him seriously, ignoring the question. "Don’t call me Teacher."

"Then should I call you Queen?"

"No, I’ve heard that too much. Pick a new one."

"Then what should I call you?"

"I don’t know. You think of something."

Andrew pondered for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to Scarlett’s ear. "Then I’ll call you Scar Mama."

Scarlett’s lips curved upward after hearing that. "This one is good. Then this weekend, I’m your Scar Mama. If you call me by the wrong name, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you."

"Got it!"

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After a little morning flirtation, Andrew took a hot towel and wiped Scarlett’s face.

Afterward, Andrew picked up the steamed buns and fed Scarlett bite by bite.

When Scarlett ate the buns, she barely opened her mouth. After taking a small bite, her little mouth would wiggle slightly before she took another bite.

She was just like a little hamster, especially adorable.

"Teacher, why don’t you open your mouth wider?" Andrew asked lightly.

Scarlett glanced at him but didn’t answer, continuing to eat the buns with her mouth slightly open.

Andrew quickly realized his mistake and corrected himself. "Scar Mama, why do you only take such tiny bites every time?"

"Because I’m tired and don’t want to open my mouth too wide."

"Did you not rest well last night?"

"No."

Scarlett slowly shook her head. "It’s just that the first week or so of the semester has been very busy. I’ve been sitting almost all day, and my back is a bit sore."

"Then, Scar Mama, would you like me to give you a massage?"

Andrew leaned closer to Scarlett and asked with a grin.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow slightly, and the movement of her little mouth stopped. Then, the corner of her mouth curved upward slightly.

"Alright, then."

After replying, Scarlett sped up her eating. In two or three bites, she finished the bun, wiped her mouth, turned over, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

"Come on, Little Fellow. Help Mother with a massage."

"Got it!"

Andrew immediately lifted the blanket, but what appeared before his eyes wasn’t a smooth, white, jade-like back. Instead, he saw fluffy pajamas.

It had to be said that Scarlett really loved this polar bear pajama set.

She had even bought two, one gray and one white, to alternate between wearing. Throughout the entire winter, unless she went out, she was always wrapped in one of these polar bear pajama sets.

However, Andrew didn’t sigh or feel disappointed. He was here to give Scarlett a massage, not to do anything else, so whether her back was exposed made no difference.

Andrew kicked off his slippers, sat on the bed, and placed his hands on Scarlett’s back, gently massaging her.

"Speaking of which, Teacher... no, Scar Mama, why did you want me to call you that?"

Andrew was somewhat puzzled about why Scarlett liked him calling her Scar Mama.

He naturally thought of their playful pseudo-parent-child relationship, in which they joked about being each other’s parents, but that was mostly just for fun.

Scarlett, lying on the bed, pondered silently for a moment before speaking.

"I suddenly wanted to hear you call me that. I’ve heard ’Teacher’ and ’Sister’ so often that I wanted to try something new. Perhaps I’ll get tired of it if I hear it too often, so I’ll ask you to use a different term. Of course, calling me Teacher on a normal day is completely fine."

"Ah? So that’s why?"

Andrew was greatly surprised by what he heard. He had never expected that the reason was simply that Scarlett wanted to hear him say it.

"Scarlett doesn’t have a role-playing fetish, does she?"

Just as Andrew was thinking this, Scarlett suddenly said, "Use some strength! How can you give me a massage without using any strength?"

"Is this still too little?"

Andrew felt that he was already using quite a bit of strength. He hadn’t applied more pressure because he was afraid of hurting Scarlett.

Now that Scarlett had asked him to use more strength, he increased the pressure a little.

"How about now?"

"Too light. Use more strength."

Andrew continued to increase the pressure as he massaged her.

"Is this okay now?"

"Use more strength."

"Still not enough?"

"Still too light. More strength."

Finally, Andrew used almost all his strength to massage Scarlett, which finally satisfied her.

"This is about right. Just massage me like this."

"Phew, alright, then."

Andrew let out a breath. Massaging her like this made him feel as though he was about to collapse from exhaustion, but he still had to satisfy Scarlett’s request.

As Andrew’s hands continuously massaged and kneaded Scarlett’s back, comfortable groans kept coming from her as she lay on the bed.

"Mmm-hmm~ A little further back."

"Yes, right there. Press harder."

"Mmm~~~"