Chapter Nine is called Nian'an, call her Auntie.
When Wen Jing saw that the person had disappeared, he took out his phone and said, "Go check Nian An's class schedule at Huada University, as well as the detailed information of the teachers."
After giving his instructions, he hung up the phone, started the engine, and drove out of the campus.
Song Nian'an ran into the teaching building with a flushed face. After calming down, he realized that he couldn't find the way to the classroom at all. He asked people and checked his phone along the way. More than half an hour later, when he finally found the classroom, half of the class had already started.
Amidst the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, Song Nian'an walked into the classroom feeling extremely uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Professor, I'm late. Something came up."
The original owner of the body, Song Nian'an, was studying a double degree in art and business management. This class happened to be an elective course in sketching. Hearing the voice, the professor who was instructing the students looked up.
His slightly long hair shimmered with a delicate sheen in the sunlight, his half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses softened his sharp eyes, and a faint smile always played at the corners of his lips, making him appear gentle no matter how you looked at him.
"Go back to your seat and come to my office after class."
He spoke, his voice seemingly warm, but Song Nian'an, who knew his true nature, couldn't help but shiver.
In the real world, the male protagonist of this book and Wen Jing are always compared to each other, and even their fans are divided into two camps.
Song Nian'an was quite curious to know what kind of "face" this person had, and upon closer inspection, he was indeed not as handsome as her husband.
Hmph, there's no comparison at all!
Song Nian'an thought proudly, but didn't show it on his face. He glanced at the spacious classroom and, sure enough, saw someone smiling and secretly waving at him. He naturally walked over.
"Nian'an, what's wrong with you? You love Professor Wen's class the most, and you finally managed to get a spot, why are you so late?"
After Song Nian'an sat down, he was worried that he had never studied painting before and would give himself away. Unexpectedly, as if it were the original owner's muscle memory, he picked up the pen and drew smoothly.
Hearing the words of the person next to him, he replied casually, "Oh, I went to get married and get a certificate, that's why I'm late."
Cheng Letian nodded. "I see. No wonder..."
"What?!"
Cheng Letian was shocked. He dropped his paintbrush and the quiet classroom erupted in a shout that drew everyone's attention.
Song Nian'an patted him and told him to sit down quickly. Cheng Letian seemed to come back to his senses, nodded apologetically to the people around him, and after sitting down, he grabbed the collar and bombarded them with questions.
This person was the original owner's childhood friend. Song Nian'an knew from the book that the original owner and he had an extremely close relationship, so he didn't hide it. But now, listening to the endless chatter in his ear, he suddenly regretted it.
"The professor is here!" Song Nian'an suddenly said, which startled Cheng Letian into shushing.
But it wasn't Song Nian'an trying to scare him; Wen Siyan was indeed walking towards their location.
He stopped beside Song Nian'an, watched for a moment, then suddenly leaned down and grasped Song Nian'an's hand holding the pen. "Make a slight correction here; the lines aren't smooth..."
The overly intimate contact made Song Nian'an frown slightly, and an inexplicable sense of disgust welled up in his heart. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the person behind him seemed to be deliberately getting closer, and warm breath was blowing on the back of his ear.
Wen Siyan sensed the stiffness in the man and assumed it was due to shyness. A hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly said, "I've read the letter you sent. The handwriting is quite good. Tonight..."
"Professor!" Before he could finish speaking, Song Nian'an suddenly stood up from her seat and distanced herself from him. "I've remembered everything you said. Thank you for your guidance, Professor."
His movements were abrupt and abrupt. Wen Siyan raised an eyebrow and took back the rest of his sentence. It didn't matter; there would be plenty of opportunities.
"Just remember that. Don't forget to come talk to me about being late after class."
He left after saying that, and continued his inspection.
Song Nian'an breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a tissue and vigorously rubbed the back of her hands. Cheng Letian, standing to the side, watched the two of them being so intimate and smiled knowingly.
After class, Song Nian'an slowly packed his things, looking like he was trying to avoid the situation; he had no intention of going to see Wen Siyan at all.
Why are there such big differences among the same Wen family members?
Seeing Nian'an dawdling, Cheng Le'an quickly came over to help him tidy up and pushed him out of the classroom. "Nian'an, stop dawdling. Go find the professor. I'll wait for you at the door. Don't even think about running away. I have a lot of questions to ask you!"
Knowing there was no way to escape, Song Nian'an could only walk to the office door, take a deep breath, and open it.
The people inside were clearly waiting for him. When he entered, they looked away from the painting and smiled broadly. "Nian'an, come in quickly. This office is a newly renovated studio, so it's a bit messy. Find a place to sit."
"No need, Professor. I had some things to take care of today, so I'm late. Please don't be angry."
Wen Siyan laughed when he heard this and stepped forward. "How could I be angry with you? You are the best student in my elective course. There is no one else here. Don't call me professor. Just call me Brother Wen."
Hearing the increasingly ambiguous conversation, Song Nian'an was utterly puzzled. Based on his understanding of the plot, this timeframe should be shortly after the male and female leads met, and they should be in a period of ambiguity.
Moreover, the book not only doesn't mention that the male protagonist likes boys, but it also doesn't explain what connection there is between the male protagonist and the original owner of the body.
This is getting more and more wrong!
Seeing that the person didn't speak, Wen Siyan smiled and took out an envelope from the drawer. The exquisite white envelope had a faint pattern.
Song Nian'an took it and opened it under his "creepy" smiling gaze.
On the thick parchment was a lyrical and elegant love poem, written in neat and tidy small regular script with a fountain pen, showing the writer's care.
But Song Nian'an was in no mood to appreciate it, because the letter was signed by Song Nian'an.
Song Nian'an: "......."
So this is the bad romantic luck that the original owner of this body brought upon himself!
"Professor, let me explain."
For some reason, Song Nian'an felt a strange sense of unease, as if she were being unfaithful. "It's this letter... it was actually written by someone impersonating me. Do you believe me?"
"I believe you, of course I believe you." Wen Siyan said this, but his expression was completely different. He gestured to the painting standing by the window, "Then what about this sketch of me? Was it also drawn by someone else impersonating you?"
Song Nian'an followed his gaze and saw at the bottom corner of the sketch that it read, "Dedicated to my dearest person—Song Nian'an."
Song Nian'an: "..."
He felt a lack of oxygen to his brain and was somewhat suffocating.
"It's okay, Nian'an. Pursuing someone you like is a sign of freedom." Wen Siyan smiled and ruffled his hair, but Nian'an immediately dodged. He assumed Song Nian'an was just shy and embarrassed, so he continued in a gentle voice.
"Although there is a big difference between us, I admire your courage. Perhaps we can give it a try."
As Wen Siyan spoke, his tone was inexplicably condescending, as if he were bestowing a handout, "Of course, you also know that given my status, our relationship may not be public, but rest assured, I will treat you well..."
“If you don’t try, you won’t get anywhere.” Song Nian’an interrupted him, taking a deep breath. “Professor Wen, no matter how much I liked you before, I can now formally tell you that I’ve fallen for someone else, and I’m married!”
Clearly not expecting him to say that, Wen Siyan's smile froze on his lips. Realizing what he meant, he shook his head in disbelief. "Nian'an, I know you're shy, but this is a matter of lifelong importance, you can't lie."
"Who said I'm talking nonsense? And don't call me Nian'an anymore, I don't know you well, or..." Song Nian'an crossed her arms, arrogantly picking up the fan.
"You can call me Auntie, or, to be more affectionate, Auntie."
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