Duanmu Ci looked at the girl who was looking up at him, and his mind was in a daze. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the glorious Tang Dynasty Chang'an. On the banks of Qujiang Pool in Furong Garden where peach blossoms were in full bloom, a woman in palace dress lowered her head and said to him shyly, "My lord, this servant is Shangguan Wan'er."

"Wan'er," Duanmu Ci murmured involuntarily.

"Huh? What?" Huo Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had discovered something.

"Oh, it's nothing." Duanmu Ci snapped out of his reverie and smiled warmly. "Did this student need something from me?"

Huo Xiaoyu scrutinized him for a couple of seconds, then shook her head and smiled, "No, I just wanted Teacher Duanmu to remember me." With that, she turned and ran away.

Duanmu Ci watched the girl's departing figure, feeling somewhat puzzled.

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...

"So, Teacher Duanmu actually has a girlfriend? Is it that Wan'er?"

"It shouldn't be. Judging from Teacher Duanmu's expression, it seemed like he was reminiscing." Huo Xiaoyu tried hard to recall, then said with certainty, "She doesn't look like a girlfriend, at most... at most just an ex-girlfriend!"

"Ex-girlfriend? An ex-girlfriend is no good either! Teacher Duanmu is so perfect, having an ex-girlfriend would be a stain on him, a dark history that can never be erased!"

"That's right, that makes a lot of sense."

Several girls sat around a table in the cafeteria, chattering noisily. One of them was none other than Huo Xiaoyu.

Huo Xiaoyu took a sip of seaweed and egg drop soup, then turned her gaze to another silent girl, "Tang Luoluo, what do you think?"

Tang Luoluo didn't even look up, continuing to eat. "You all like him so much, didn't you notice what he was wearing? Especially Xiaoyu, you were so close to him and you didn't even see him clearly?"

Huo Xiaoyu gave a shy smile, "Everyone was so busy looking at faces, who had time to look at clothes..."

The other girls nodded vigorously in agreement.

Tang Luoluo had no choice but to explain one item at a time, "Look at the breeze he's wearing, it's still the old-fashioned gentleman style, the favorite of those stubborn old aristocrats in the British House of Lords. As for the suit underneath, it must have been custom-made on Savile Row in London..."

“Saville Street?” Huo Xiaoyu asked decisively.

Savile Row is the heart of traditional British tailoring, and its famous customers throughout history include Napoleon III, Edward VII, and George V...

"Alright, alright, I know." Huo Xiaoyu interrupted sullenly, and as she listened to this string of names that shone brightly in history, she couldn't help but lower her head in shame...

Tang Luoluo continued, "Not only that, but the Oxford shoes he was wearing were also extraordinary. If I'm not mistaken, those shoes should be from a top-tier Italian shoe-making workshop. I heard that the workshop only makes a few pairs of shoes a day and has been serving European courts since the Middle Ages. Even the Pope is a regular customer. My grandfather, who was so rich, only had one pair, and that was only because he benefited from the financial crisis."

"If it weren't for the global financial crisis that nearly bankrupted the court nobles and prevented the workshops from receiving enough orders, wealthy people like my grandfather, who didn't have noble blood, wouldn't have been qualified to order from them. Recently, as soon as the global economy started to recover, they impatiently cut off this 'low-end' business again. My grandfather still regrets not making more pairs back then."

Huo Xiaoyu was dumbfounded.

She never imagined that her "respected" teacher, Duanmu, would have such a grand style, wearing the same clothes and shoes as European royalty and the Pope of the Vatican, so that she would never run into someone wearing the same outfit, and probably no one else would even have the right to do so...

A girl next to me exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Teacher Duanmu is so rich!"

Tang Luoluo rolled her eyes. "It's not just about being rich. There are many rich people in China, but how many of them can have this kind of style? Take my grandfather, for example. He's the richest man in Haishan and ranks high on the Forbes rich list. He only has a pair of the same shoes thanks to the financial crisis. But Teacher Duanmu's entire outfit is the same!"

"Especially his tie. I saw it in a fashion magazine. It must have been a precious souvenir that the British royal family gave to all private guests during the Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebrations. Almost all of the Queen's private guests were European nobles and American tycoons. Only the Japanese imperial family was invited in all of Asia, while China didn't even receive a single invitation."

Huo Xiaoyu was stunned and completely bewildered. "So that means... Teacher Duanmu's identity..."

"Both rich and noble!" Tang Luoluo concluded decisively.

The "noble" here is not the "noble" of wealth, but the "noble" of aristocracy.

At least in the eyes of the British royal family, Teacher Duanmu's status is far more valuable than that of his grandfather, who is the richest man in Haishan. But... how could that be?

Tang Luoluo was completely baffled.

Tang Luoluo's surname is Tang, the "Tang" from the Tang family.

Huo Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Luo Luo, you truly live up to your reputation as a member of the Tang family. You know so much. We had never even heard of Savile Row or anything like that before, let alone seen it."

Tang Luoluo glanced at her and said, "Don't make yourself sound so pitiful. Your Huo family is also a wealthy family in Haishan, not much worse than my Tang family. You don't understand these things because you're lazy, not because you're not qualified."

Having been exposed, Huo Xiaoyu began to quietly bury her head in her food...

After the meal, the girls dispersed, their chatter and commotion, coupled with their own embellishments and imaginings, gradually spread the legend of Teacher Duanmu throughout Haishan University...

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