Why in Chapter 27?

As his thoughts returned, Su Yueming's eyelashes trembled.

Therefore, in his mind, Wang Yan was never an unlikable person.

Why don't you date?

Su Yueming heard himself ask this question.

A hope rose within him, though he didn't know what he was expecting.

"Because nobody likes me."

Wang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, his words sincere.

Although he said it calmly, even without any emotion, Su Yueming still understood the inferiority complex behind his words.

So Su Yueming replied almost without hesitation, "How could that be? I really like you."

This is the second time Su Yueming has mentioned liking this word.

It struck Wang Yan's heart like a heavy hammer, causing him to lose his composure and become disoriented.

But then a question immediately arose: Is Stockholm syndrome really that powerful? Can it make someone just keep saying they like something?

Wang Yan didn't say whether he believed it or not, but said, "It's getting late, we should go to sleep."

"OK."

Su Yueming lay down on the big bed next to Wang Yan.

He knew Wang Yan wouldn't believe him, but he still had to say it.

He wanted Wang Yan to understand that he was very worthy of being loved.

The next morning, Wang Yan opened his eyes.

Because he was going to teach a class today, Wang Yan left earlier than usual.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the apartment building that Wang Yan realized it had rained the night before.

The ground was damp and wet, and the sky was spotless because it had been washed by the rain.

Wang Yan gently shook his head; he hadn't expected to sleep so soundly.

I couldn't even hear the rain.

Fortunately, the electric scooter was placed under the shed, so it didn't get wet from the rain.

The first thing Wang Yan did upon arriving at the school was to start preparing lessons. Even though it was just a substitute teaching position, he couldn't be careless.

Wang Yan timed it perfectly; he had just finished preparing his lesson when the bell rang.

During the ten-minute break, Wang Yan was able to arrive at the class he was supposed to be teaching.

As usual, Wang Yan pushed open the classroom door, walked up to the podium, and looked at the many students below. He naturally began to introduce himself, "Teacher Chi is absent today, so I am here to teach. You can call me Teacher Wang."

Today, Wang Yan was dressed simply, wearing a neatly ironed white shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a section of his arm, and black casual pants that made his legs look incredibly long.

In my haste, I forgot to take off my rimless glasses, which, combined with my melancholy and ascetic air, created a striking and unforgettable sight.

It's normal for students to look at their teachers, but Wang Yan always felt something was off.

That gaze followed him like a shadow, as if trying to pierce through his skin and see into his soul.

Wang Yan had no choice but to look up in the direction of that gaze. When he saw the other person's appearance, he was slightly surprised.

It turned out to be the boy he had rescued that day.

Their eyes met, and the boy suddenly smiled at him, a faint dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yan hadn't expected that the other person would be a student from this school.

The two of them would actually meet again.

After two classes, the bell rang, signaling lunchtime.

"get out of class dismissed."

Wang Yan never had the habit of delaying class, so he let his classmates leave without hesitation.

He stood on the podium tidying up his things.

"Teacher Wang."

A shadow loomed down, blocking the light in front of Wang Yan.

Wang Yan slowly looked up at the other person, who was the boy he had rescued.

"What's up?"

The boy sensed the distance in Wang Yan's words, and his eyelids drooped instantly, like a puppy that had been abandoned.

"It's nothing." The boy's voice held an undisguised disappointment. "I just feel like we're destined to be together."

Wang Yan has a fatal flaw: he is too soft-hearted.

Seeing the boy's anxious expression, Wang Yan finally softened his tone: "Have they been bothering you these past two days?"

The boy paused for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "No more."

Noon is the time when the sun is shining brightly, and its rays pour in without reservation, falling on Wang Yan's fair face.

He was bathed in sunlight, the golden light adorning him.

The boy was stunned.

"That's good." Wang Yan raised his hand to take off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "But don't let your guard down. If there's a next time, remember to call the police."

The voice brought the boy back to his senses. Although he didn't hear what Wang Yan said, he nodded quickly.

"I know."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Wang Yan didn't want to delay his return home.

"There's one more thing."

The boy spoke with a determined look in his eyes, and Wang Yan gestured for him to speak quickly.

"Could I add you on the contact list?" The boy paused, his eyes sincere. "If I encounter any problems I don't understand in the future, I can ask you for help."

His excuse was excellent; it's perfectly normal for students to ask teachers questions they don't understand.

If Wang Yan refused, it would make him seem petty.

"Can."

Wang Yan agreed and took out his phone for the boy to scan the QR code.

As the notification sound rang, the friend request was successfully added.

"Teacher, I'll send you my name."

"good."

Wang Yan's gaze swept across the phone screen, and he pondered.

His name is Shen Le'an.

"I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now." Wang Yan turned off his phone screen and turned to leave without lingering.

Shen Le'an stared at Wang Yan's back for a long time until he disappeared around the corner.

See you tomorrow, teacher.

He murmured it aloud.

After what happened last night, Wang Yan had made up his mind.

That is, how to determine if Su Yueming truly has Stockholm syndrome, and not if he's just trying to please Wang Yan to gain an escape opportunity.

Taking him to the hospital for a checkup might lead to doctors discovering something amiss before Su Yueming is even diagnosed.

Moreover, ever since Wang Yan was diagnosed with a terminal illness, he has become resistant to going to the hospital and hates the smell of disinfectant.

Then we'll have to find another way to test it.

Riding an electric scooter into the residential area, I drove over puddles filled with water, and mud was instantly splashed up.

Wang Yan did not lock the electric scooter because he already had a plan in mind.

He decided to take a gamble.

Let's take a gamble on whether Su Yueyue actually has the disease.

After all, no one can resist the sweet words of someone they like, and Wang Yan was no exception, so he was willing to take the risk and give it a try.

He didn't lock the electric scooter, but went straight upstairs.

The sound of tense and rapid breathing filled his ears; it belonged to Wang Yan himself.