Lu Nanchen remained impassive, his face was serene. He kept pushing the needle in without changing his pose.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you! Let go! I’m dying of pain!"
The gang leader was in unbearable pain, all his previous bravado was gone.
"I’m sorry, bro, I was wrong. It hurts so much... Please stop, I am really dying..."
Lu Nanchen maintained his position for a few minutes before finally easing up, pushing the man and the needle away.
After the scuffle, Lu Nanchen didn’t have a speck of blood on him. He returned to Yu Ting’s side, as immaculate and distinguished as if he hadn’t just been in a fight. He extended his hand to her.
In the few minutes since Lu Nanchen had arrived, all twenty or so people in the scene had scattered. The gang leader, after gaining his freedom, took a good look at Lu Nanchen from head to toe, trying his best to remember his features. After that, he left, scrambling and rolling in a hurry.
Ha! You just wait and see!
The place was cleared out just like that.
With Lu Nanchen’s support, Yu Ting, managed to steady herself. She looked around, there wasn’t anyone left in the vicinity. She turned to Song Zhan and said, "Add me on Wechat, transfer me 400K for the fight."
Song Zhan: ...
Lu Nanchen: ...
Song Zhan straightened his clothes, took out his phone from his pocket and added Yu Ting on WeChat, all the while staring at Lu Nanchen.
Feeling his gaze, Lu Nanchen lifted his eyes from the ground to look at him. He found the face somewhat familiar, but couldn’t place it. After a few seconds of fruitless pondering, he returned his gaze to the ground.
After successfully receiving Song Zhan’s transfer of 400K, Yu Ting was pleased. She shook his hand, said if he needed muscle again he could always call her, then slowly hobbled off with Lu Nanchen.
After they found a spot to eat, they took a cab back to Chang Ming University.
They safely arrived at the destination. The cab stopped outside the school gates. They got off and started slowly walking towards Yu Ting’s dorm.
Lu Nanchen stayed until he’d sent Yu Ting to the entrance of her dorm building before leaving.
The two of them took more than half an hour to walk from the school gates to the dorm.
If someone was walking behind Yu Ting, staring at her legs, they would notice something was off.
Those in the know would realize she was experiencing a cramp and needed to tread gently. Those who weren’t aware, started spreading false gossip online.
"Hey, do you guys know? Tonight, when I was returning to school, I saw Yu Ting. Her legs couldn’t touch."
"Well this is actually pressing. Looks like the rich guy is still quite virile, such an intense battle."
"Doesn’t she know to be more discreet? There are classes tomorrow, what’s she going to do then? Hobble to class?"
"What else can she do? Go to class. She dares to do it but doesn’t dare to leave her dorm?"
...
"Oh right, do you guys know, this afternoon two Ferraris were delivered to the staff dorm."
"Yes, we know. That’s something we can’t not know. God, each car’s worth at least twenty million."
"Can ordinary academics afford such an expense?"
...
When Lu Nanchen returned to his accommodations, he could already see the two shiny Ferraris parked outside the staff accommodation from a distance. The chassis of the cars shimmered under the streetlights. The silhouette of the cars was sleek.
One was silver, the other, black.
They were probably the two cars Yu Ting had bought earlier in the day.
"..."
Lu Nanchen stood by the cars, one hand on his waist, thinking for a while, before finally making a move.
He drove the two cars into the staff dormitory and found a parking space for them.
...
"Hey, do you guys know? I think the two Ferraris belong to the new Professor Lu. I just saw him getting into the car."
"Wait what, is Professor Lu, who’s so handsome, also a rich guy?"
"Have you read too many novels? How can that be possible? Which wealthy person would bother to teach and earn just a few thousand per month? I don’t know if that’s even enough for one meal."
"My guess is, Professor Lu is probably being kept by a rich woman. When the rich woman is happy, she buys him cars, watches, and stuff."
"Can you clean up your thoughts and not be so dirty-minded?"
"How am I dirty-minded? Isn’t this the truth? A teacher’s salary for a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to buy one of those Ferraris."
...
On the first day of school, intense ideological debates sprang up in closed groups, making the names of these two people well known.
#YuTing’sSordidPrivateLife#
#NewHandsomeProfessorBeingKeptByWealthyWoman#
...
Yu Ting finally reached her dorm ten minutes later, crawling.
Ning Xuan was sitting inside, applying a seaweed mask. Seeing the dorm door open, she noticed Yu Ting limping. She stood up quickly and went to help her.
She was shocked.
"What happened to you?"
"Cramping all the way here, it was pure agony." Yu Ting leaned on Ning Xuan, summarizing in one sentence. The moment she sat down on the soft mattress, she felt relieved.
Having trouble walking is the worst kind of human suffering.
"Cramps? My mom said you should stretch it to make it better. Let me try." Ning Xuan picked up on the keyword, crouched next to Yu Ting’s feet and asked, "Which leg?"
"Both legs."
Yu Ting leaned her hands on the mattress to answer.
And then Ning Xuan started to do something. She grabbed Yu Ting’s foot and yanked her beautiful legs hard.
Creak.
The sound of the cartilage echoing.
"It hurts, it hurts."
"The pain is normal. My mom said, bear with it. It will pass."
Then there was another intense yank.
"Ah."
...
After parking the Ferraris in the staff dorm, Lu Nanchen’s expression was complex. He went upstairs and opened his dorm room with a swipe card. After resting inside for a while, he picked up the thermos cup on the table and drank a few mouthfuls of warm water.
He took a sip, then looked at the ceiling. He took another sip, then looked at the ceiling again.
He suddenly thought of something, which deepened his gaze towards the ceiling. He picked up his phone on the desk, kept scrolling on the message page, found a group chat, and sent a message.
Mr. Ordinary: Am I earning too little?
Is that why Yu Ting thought of fighting to earn money to support herself?
Lu Nanchen recalled the words Song Zhan had said earlier.
Autumn: What’s going on? Why are you suddenly asking this?
Autumn: I’m not sure how much a professor earns.
Fugui: It shouldn’t be too low. How much do you earn per month now, Nanchen?
Mr. Ordinary: Around 9000, I guess.
Autumn: ?
Fugui: ???
Fugui: Bro, are you experiencing life? What can you do with 9000? Just one of my t-shirts costs tens of thousands.
...
The next day.
After enduring an hour-long leg-stretching treatment the previous night, Yu Ting’s legs got even worse. The cramps were more frequent, and she had a hard time getting up in the morning.
She was leaning on her bed with one hand, looking at Ning Xuan.
"..."
"Why don’t you take today off?"
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