Jiang Jianian seemed to be in a good mood after the biology teacher praised him like that.

"I wasn't praising you," the biology teacher shook his head. "I was praising that little girl named Ye Zhiwei."

"Hmm." Jiang Jianian replied perfunctorily. Although he seemed difficult to get along with, he miraculously became like a child when the teacher mentioned Ye Zhiwei.

"So, when did you finally win her over? I heard that you were doing everything you could to make your girlfriend happy during that period, from bringing her snacks to tutoring her on difficult problems. Even though your grades were already stable, you still came to help her study every day. With all that effort, you must have won her over by the time you graduated, right?"

Jiang Jianian: ...

"What's wrong? Still keeping it to yourself and refusing to tell the teacher?" The biology teacher habitually reached for the cigarette in his pocket, but seeing his students beside him, he suppressed the urge to smoke. "But to be honest, it's really not easy for you to hold back until graduation. I don't know what's wrong with this year's graduating class, they're just terrible, always causing problems. There was even a case of a senior following a junior girl home, and last time, the school almost made headlines, but we pulled some strings to suppress it..."

Jiang Jianian remained silent, clearly uninterested in these matters, but the biology teacher, harboring a pent-up frustration, felt compelled to vent. "Why are all these boys and girls so hormonally charged lately? Why can't they just date in college? Why do they have to cause all this trouble at such a crucial time? I don't really care about these things; I can even turn a blind eye when they're studying together in class. But I just don't understand what these people are thinking, always being so lovey-dovey in public. If the school doesn't crack down on them, who will?"

The biology teacher was particularly annoyed and sighed, "I thought you were the most disobedient one, even risking your future. But it seems you're the smartest. You haven't fallen behind in your studies, and you've even won over a girl."

Jiang Jianian paid no attention to anything else the biology teacher said, except when it came to the fact that he had won over the girl. Jiang Jianian said casually, "We will get married later, and we will invite you then."

Biology teacher: ...His focus was on why kids these days always like to date so early, not on when Jiang Jianian, that little brat, is going to marry Ye Zhiwei!

The biology teacher had a headache. He felt that every time he chatted with Jiang Jianian, he made himself unhappy. He sighed and wondered when Ye Zhiwei would finish talking so he could come over and discipline this brat. He kept talking about marriage, and it was quite rare for a freshman to still be so arrogant and irritating.

The biology teacher was having a headache, and so was Ye Zhiwei. She looked at this girl as if she had been brainwashed. No matter what Ye Zhiwei said, she was a little excited and seemed to really like her boyfriend.

"Don't you have a cell phone? You've been called in for a talk with the teacher. Check if your boyfriend is involved. Take out your phone and check."

Hongye paused for a moment, then took out her phone. She was surprised that the boy had actually sent a message. Her heart leaped with excitement, and she immediately checked the message with trembling hands. Upon opening her phone, she saw only a short message from him: "Ye Zhiwei is actually back at school! I've only ever seen her from afar before; this is the first time I've seen her up close. She's really beautiful! Hongye, aren't you still in the office? Could you get Ye Zhiwei's phone number for me? My deskmate really likes her."

Hongye was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the boy would not only not care about her at all, but also make such jokes. If it weren't for the biology teacher being easy to talk to, according to the principal's instructions, she would have already been called to school by her parents and taken home for three or four days of ideological work to correct her attitude before she came back to school.

Her tears started falling again in a flash.

Ye Zhiwei asked, "Why are you crying?"

Hongye didn't speak, but her eyes were red.

Ye Zhiwei was furious and asked bluntly, "I'm asking you, do you like this boy that much?"

"He's fine."

"What do you mean he's great? How is he great? Is it that he's rude and impolite, or that he bullies girls because he's a sports student, or that he flirts with other girls in front of his girlfriend? How did you get brainwashed into thinking he's so great? You should focus on your studies now, and when you get to college, you can pick any girl who's better looking than him!"

With red eyes, Hongye said, "I'm not pretty..."

"You're not pretty? How can you not be pretty? You're already very pretty. It's perfectly normal not to know how to dress yourself up in high school. Besides, do you have to be pretty to pursue a handsome guy? You don't need to be extremely pretty, as long as you have money." Ye Zhiwei was so angry with Hongye that she resorted to a drastic approach, offering random advice: "When you work hard and have money, wouldn't it be better to keep a cute puppy? You say the puppy doesn't like you? Throw money at him. If he doesn't want 50,000 a month, what about 500,000 a month? What about 5 million a month? Throw money at him, throw as much as you can, until he begs you to keep him..."

The little girl was stunned, never expecting Ye Zhiwei to be able to comfort people like that, and every word of her comfort was very reasonable.

"my country's laws protect marriage, but they do not protect romantic relationships that do not lead to marriage. Do you know what this tells us?"

The little girl paused for a moment, then shook her head.

Ye Zhiwei said with exasperation, "This tells us that although we can't have two marriages, since two marriages might constitute bigamy, we can keep ten young men as lovers. As long as you don't register the marriage, you can play with whichever one you want, kiss whoever you like. If you have enough money, maybe the young men can even get along peacefully..."

Red Leaf: ...

After uttering all that in one breath, Ye Zhiwei paused briefly before continuing, "With such a bright future ahead of you, why are you so fixated on one person? Why are you looking for a boyfriend in a trash can? Why, why—"

Seeing that Hongye was being persuaded, Ye Zhiwei opened the door to let the biology teacher and Jiang Jianian in, while continuing to turn around and try to persuade Hongye. However, she couldn't stop her and blurted out, "Isn't it better to keep a younger man? Wouldn't it be better to find eighteen-year-old boys as boyfriends when you're in your twenties or thirties? Wouldn't that be better...?"

Ye Zhiwei abruptly stopped speaking. She could already see Jiang Jianian standing in front of her with a gloomy expression, staring at her and asking, word by word, "Is that so? You want to find several eighteen-year-old boys to be your boyfriends in the future, Ye Zhiwei?"

Ye Zhiwei's next words were abruptly cut off by Jiang Jianian. In front of Jiang Jianian, she changed her words directly and said, "It's not fragrant, of course it's not fragrant. How can an eighteen-year-old ignorant brat be as fragrant as you?"