After Leng Xiaoyu went to class in the afternoon, Leng Yue also grabbed her books and prepared to leave. Just as she closed the door, she saw Ye Qian already standing there waiting for her.

"Are you going to class?" Ye Qian asked first.

Leng Yue looked at Ye Qian strangely. Compared to noon, he now wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Otherwise, he was still dressed the same as before, in a white shirt and black suit pants. But Leng Yue could still sense a difference; Ye Qian seemed more reserved with the glasses on.

“Yes,” Leng Yue nodded, “Are you going to class too?”

Ye Qian nodded, then asked Leng Yue, "Are you adjusting well here?"

Leng Yue glanced at Ye Qian, feeling for some reason that his words had a hidden meaning. However, out of politeness, she nodded, "It's fine, the people here are very nice."

Leng Yue's answer was also ambiguous, which could be interpreted as the school being good, or as the era being good. Ye Qian just smiled and didn't say anything.

"Why didn't you bring your books?" Leng Yue felt something was strange, and after looking around for a while, she remembered that Ye Qian had gone to class with his hands bare.

"She really is a little girl!" For some reason, Ye Qian suddenly sighed, but did not answer Leng Yue's question.

The two walked one after the other, when suddenly Leng Yue stopped and stared intently at Ye Qian's back. Ye Qian seemed to sense something, and also stopped and turned around, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?"

"You are Qian... um..." Leng Yue hadn't finished speaking when Ye Qian covered her mouth.

"I am Ye Qian. Even if you're in a hurry, you can't just call me Qian, right? But if you want to call me that, then be my fiancée first!" Ye Qian said nonsensically while winking at Leng Yue.

Leng Yue glanced around in a panic, then forcefully shoved Ye Qian away, "You think you can act like a jerk just because you're handsome... ugh..."

Before Leng Yue could finish her sentence, Ye Qian covered her mouth again, saying, "Hey little miss, do you want me dead? Don't you know how serious the crime of hooliganism is?"

Leng Yue stopped struggling for a moment; she didn't even know that there was such a thing as hooliganism!

"Don't shout. If you agree, blink and I'll let go." Ye Qian's handsome face was full of caution; he did look very nervous.

Leng Yue blinked, and Ye Qian released her. "You just need to remember that I will not harm you. Don't worry about anything else."

Ye Qian spoke very seriously, but as before, his words remained ambiguous.

"You can call me Ye Qian from now on, no need to add 'comrade' is fine. Or you can call me Teacher Ye, or Teacher Qian is also fine." Ye Qian said this and left, leaving Leng Yue standing there in a daze.

Leng Yue was even more confused as she watched Ye Qian's retreating figure. She kept thinking about the similarities between Ye Qian and Qian Chen, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find any resemblance between them.

"Could I have guessed wrong? But why..." Leng Yue couldn't help but doubt herself. She knew she wasn't smart enough, yet she liked to overthink.

"Isn't this Leng Yue?" At this moment, several girls saw Leng Yue and called out to her, "What are you doing here all alone?"

When Leng Yue saw that it was a classmate, she smiled and said, "I just dropped my pen and came to pick it up!"

One of the girls, Yu Fangfang, quickly ran over and asked, "Have you found it? Do you need our help?"

Leng Yue brandished the pen in her hand, "Found it, let's go together!"

"What are you whispering about? Hurry up and come on!" Class monitor Liu Lei was getting impatient and couldn't help but urge them on.

Yu Fangfang and Leng Yue walked up to the group and looked at Liu Lei with smiles. "Hey, class monitor, why are you in such a hurry today? We've never seen you like this before!"

Zhao Anqi chimed in, "Fangfang, you don't know, our class monitor has fallen for someone else!"

"Really, Anqi? Come on, explain it to everyone!" Yu Fangfang and Zhao Anqi chimed in, making Liu Lei blush.

After holding it in for a while, Liu Lei stomped her foot and said coquettishly, "You naughty girls, do you believe I'll tell the teacher?"

"Tell the teacher? Leilei, I think you mean to tell Professor Ye!" Zhao Anqi smiled mischievously. Actually, she was just kidding; who knew if the new teacher was actually a professor? But in university, a young professor is definitely more attractive, isn't it?

"You...you all...humph!" Liu Lei pointed at them and talked for a long time without saying a word, then ran away in anger.

Leng Yue looked at them and found them quite interesting. However, the words "new teacher" and "Professor Ye" that they used bothered her. "What do you mean by 'new teacher'?" she asked.

"Oh, Leng Yue, you don't know yet? It's all over the girls' dormitory. They're saying that our old teacher, Ms. Song, who taught Chinese and Western art history, is sick, and a young teacher is replacing her. I heard his surname is Ye, but I don't know his full name. We don't even know if he's a professor, we just know he's very handsome!" Yu Fangfang said, looking like a lovesick girl. Leng Yue couldn't help but twitch her lips. Who says people aren't open-minded these days? Even a taken beauty like this is acting like a lovesick girl!

Zhao Anqi also looked on with a gossipy expression, "He really is very good-looking, just like the people in the movies, handsome and charismatic."

The two continued talking, but Leng Yue could only see their mouths moving; she couldn't hear what they were saying. Leng Yue's mind was filled with thoughts of someone surnamed Ye—could it be Ye Qian?

"Leng Yue, Leng Yue," Yu Fangfang waved in front of Leng Yue, who was staring blankly at her.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yue came back to her senses and looked at Yu Fangfang.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Fangfang asked, withdrawing her hand.

Leng Yue thought for a moment, "Do you know where the new teacher lives?"

Yu Fangfang shook her head, "I really don't know, and no one has mentioned where the new teacher lives."

"He probably lives off-campus, since he's just a substitute teacher and shouldn't have a dormitory," Zhao Anqi guessed.

The three chatted as they walked and soon arrived at the classroom. Just as they sat down, the bell rang. Quickly, Ye Qian appeared at the podium.

"Hello students, I will be teaching for the time being. My surname is Ye, and my given name is Qian. You can call me Teacher Ye or Ye Qian." Ye Qian said, rolling up his sleeves. Then he picked up the chalk and quickly wrote his name on the blackboard.

Ye Qian's chalk handwriting was beautiful, flowing smoothly and elegantly. When he was serious, Ye Qian was completely different from the person Leng Yue had seen before; he exuded a scholarly air, refined, clean-cut, and dashing!

All the girls in the class stared at Ye Qian with sparkling eyes, as if he were a god.

"No wonder even the class monitor, who's practically immune to everything, likes Teacher Ye. She's so elegant and charming!" Yu Fangfang exclaimed, clutching her heart.

“Yeah, I think I’m in love…” Zhao Anqi was even more exaggerated, she was practically a hopeless infatuation.

As the girls in the class fell for him one by one, the boys could only watch helplessly.

At this point, the male representative spoke up, "I say, you women are so superficial! Being pretty doesn't put food on the table!"

The boy next to him chimed in, "Exactly, superficial!"

"What do you know? Being good-looking can't put food on the table, but being ugly can make people lose their appetite!" Yu Fangfang retorted first, showing that married people do have a unique way of speaking.

Zhao Anqi followed closely behind, "What do you stinky men know? You even study art! You don't even understand this simple principle! How are you going to discover and create beauty in the future?"

In the first round, the boys were completely defeated! The boys' representative was speechless for a long time before finally saying, "A good man doesn't fight with a woman!"

Leng Yue was enjoying the play when she realized that someone on stage was looking at her with such rage that she felt a surge of anger.

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Ye Qian: Does this girl even pay attention to me? What a heartless little thing. Am I handsome for other people to see?