Xun Ting sniffed. After all, she was older and made decisions quickly. She looked up at the sky and held back her tears.

There are too many unsatisfactory things in life, and they are not things that can be decided by them.

"Although the ending is not good, they can keep repeating the plot instead of disappearing forever."

"I understand. So what should we do now?"

"We don't need to lift a finger, we just need your consent." Xun Ting's gaze fell into the distance, his mind repeating: Transmigration System, come out and we'll agree.

Okay, the story continues as usual! You have no memory of this period.

"Um."

Goodbye, Huo Lin.

...

...

Fu Xi heard Wen Xiyang's name in the second year before the story began in the book. She had never imagined that a person's name could appear so stunningly.

She was immediately moved when she heard it.

However, he was a highly respected person, and probably had nothing to do with me.

Fu Xi put away the plot of her fantasy novel, put away her textbooks and returned to her class. She sat in her seat and didn't make much of an impression.

Their grades have consistently been average.

"Ah! Teacher Wen is actually in our class, I'm so smitten with her looks."

"I heard that Professor Wen just graduated from university. He's only two or three years older than us, and most importantly, he doesn't have a girlfriend!"

"Ahhh! I need to get their contact information after class."

"Everyone, please be quiet." Wen Xiyang glanced at the people who were talking, adjusted his glasses, and spoke in a gentle tone.

He picked up the textbook with his long, slender, fair fingers, opened it to the lesson he was going to teach today, and then took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box and wrote on the blackboard.

"This is our psychology lesson today."

"good."

Fu Xi kept writing down the words on the blackboard in her notebook. She had to admit that the teacher's voice was very pleasant. Of course, how could someone with such an amazing name have an unpleasant voice?

As she lowered her head, Wen Xiyang somehow walked up to her side.

He braced his arms on her desk, pointed to the notebook, and said, "Fu Xi, this is just a title; you don't need to copy it."

"Oh, okay." Fu Xi blushed instantly when she was told that in public. She lowered her head in shame, knowing that she knew nothing about this major and was finding it very painful to learn.

So she could only copy down all of the teacher's notes, planning to review them later to see if she could understand them. Her previous teachers usually didn't care about this.

Fu Xi thought she had done the right thing, but she didn't expect to be told off by Teacher Wen to her face.

"Okay, let's continue..."

No one slept in Wen Xiyang's class. His voice was so captivating that even those who didn't usually like to study started to listen attentively.

The class passed quickly, and everyone was still reluctant to part, lingering in the deep voice of Teacher Wen.

After tidying up his textbooks on the podium, Wen Xiyang suddenly walked to Fu Xi's seat and knocked on her desk. "Fu Xi, come to my office."

"Oh... okay." Fu Xi was stunned at first, but quickly came to her senses. This was the first time she had been called away by the teacher. Although her grades were not particularly good, she had always been well-behaved.

She tried to think carefully about whether she had offended the teacher in class today. It seemed that she hadn't.

She had no choice but to go and see.