"?"

"Cute is worthless compared to sexy!"

"so?"

Jiang Mian, with her rebellious spirit, deliberately struck a pose: "Teacher Song, why don't you use a different word to teach me? Perhaps I'll be more receptive to it."

“I’m sorry,” Song Huaizhi said rationally as always, “In this cold weather, everyone is bundled up like a dumpling. Faced with you, who is so warm, I really can’t find any other word to describe you besides ‘cute’.”

Well, all that effort for nothing.

Brushing the hair off his clothes, Song Huaizhi asked again, "I forgot to ask you, are you a business school student?"

What if I said yes?

"Then you'd better hurry in, the dorms are about to close."

What if I say no?

"Then you should hurry home and go back to school. It's too late, and it's not safe for a girl like you to be out alone."

"Wow, that's such a formal answer!"

Jiang, the rebellious one, wanted to persist a little longer: "What if I said I was homeless?"

"The police station has staff on duty 24 hours a day. You can make do there for the night, and when it gets light tomorrow, you can continue your wanderings."

"How can your 37°C mouth utter such cold words?"

Song Huaizhi: "..."

Finally, she left him speechless, and for some reason, Jiang Mian felt a sense of accomplishment.

Seeing her laughing so happily, Song Huaizhi couldn't help but chuckle: "If you were my student, making fun of your teacher like this, I would definitely make you fail your final exam."

"It's a good thing I'm not your student."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian stopped laughing and asked seriously, "What subject do you teach?"

"Elective open course: Art Appreciation".

Jiang Mian smiled and said, "I suddenly feel that you are more suited to teaching children to sing in kindergarten."

"I still prefer teaching college students like you who have clear eyes but are foolish."

"I'll take this as a compliment, thank you."

"It's my pleasure, you're welcome."

Hmm, maybe I can listen to his lectures when I have time; I imagine his teaching style is quite unique.