A seemingly calm but inwardly tumultuous advanced mathematics class quickly came to an end. As soon as the bell rang, Lu Nanchen promptly wrapped up his lecture, closed the PPT, and started packing up to leave the podium, ready to unplug his flash drive and go.
Upon hearing the bell, several girls from the back rows quickly made their way to the stage.
"Mr. Lu, I couldn’t quite grasp the material this lesson. Could you give me your QQ so I can ask you some questions?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lu my math grades are lagging. I’d like your QQ to ask you something."
Before he knew it, four or five girls were gathered around the podium.
It must be said that the girls in university are quite different from high school - they’re all adults now, and very proactive and open.
"No QQ." Lu Nanchen answered as he straightened up after storing his flash drive. His eyelashes looked even longer and thicker when he lowered his gaze, and those indifferent eyes melt anyone who met them.
So handsome, so attractive.
"WeChat works too, we’d like to ask you some more questions."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lu, can we have your WeChat?"
Lu Nanchen: ...
He remained silent. From childhood to grad school, he has lost count of how many times he’s seen this approach - there’s nothing surprising about it anymore.
Utterly annoying.
All his life, Lu Nanchen thought girls could be quite troublesome creatures.
What they think and what they say doesn’t match.
What they say and what they do doesn’t match.
A physically capable teenager who still can’t open a bottle.
Explain a problem five or six times, yet they still don’t understand, still come to ask him, and nag him all day long.
"Don’t you guys have your own math teachers?"
Lu Nanchen asked a few minutes later, "After all, their teaching methods and pace are different from mine. For your questions, it’s better to ask your own math teachers. They are more suitable for you."
With little thought to it, Lu Nanchen gave them a serious answer after calmly analysing for a while.
A girl nearby couldn’t stand it anymore, "Doesn’t our teacher get what we mean?"
Can’t he see that we all...?
"Mr. Lu, I like you!" A straightforward girl blurted out, her shyness rendered her face crimson red as she got straight to the point, bringing to a halt a few people who were about to leave the classroom for the canteen.
"I don’t like you."
Lu Nanchen responded quickly, his expression and demeanor remained unchanged.
Um.
The five girls were taken aback.
Is our Mr. Lu impervious to our efforts?
Polite requests for contact info didn’t work.
Neither direct expressions of love.
...
Having dealt with the girls, Lu Nanchen paid no mind to their shocked faces, picked up his books, descended the stage, and walked out of the classroom.
Yu Ting and Ning Xuan, who were leaving slowly and witnessed the whole incident, were speechless.
Even when Lu Nanchen left the classroom leaving behind the girls, the two of them hadn’t left the room.
Ning Xuan, glancing at the girls several times, stuck out her tongue and exclaimed, "Our teacher is so awesome! God is really fair."
?
"How so?"
"God gave our teacher such perfect looks and knowledge, and also gave him such a rigid head."
Yu Ting silently gave her a thumbs up after hearing this.
It’s hard not to agree.
Everything about Lu Nanchen is great, but he is a bit dull when it comes to people.
"Do you think the teacher might never fall in love with anyone in his life?"
... 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
"Probably so."
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