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I held the spoon, at a loss for words.
After hesitating for a moment, I still pulled my sleazy roommate aside to explain the whole situation.
When I was about to speak, my roommate was dumbfounded.
She looked at me trembling.
"So, the reason you were talking nonsense about my professor's spring dream partner before was because you could see that his spring dream partner is you?"
"And you flirted with the professor to avoid failing the course?"
I nodded slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
My roommate's expression suddenly became strange.
I thought she would find it hard to accept such a thing that would ruin her three views. Just as I was about to explain, my roommate spoke up solemnly.
"Other people having erotic dreams may be due to some dirty impulse, but if it's a professor having an erotic dream, that's a different story."
"Plus, you approached the professor proactively, and the professor immediately agreed. What does this indicate?"
I modestly asked, "What does it indicate?"
"My roommate's words left me dumbfounded: 'It's obvious that the professor likes you.'"
Zhou Qingchuan, do you like me?
My roommate's words have left me completely confused.
When Zhou Qingchuan called me, I felt a bit dreamy. He seemed to be still busy, and the sound of flipping papers came through the electromagnetic signal.
"Awake?"
My ear itches.
"Um, thank you, Professor, for walking me back to the dorm last night..." came the warm response from the other end of the phone.
"You're welcome."
"Actually, you could have just dropped me off at a hotel."
Zhou Qingchuan said, "Xiang Xingwan, if I take you to the hotel, it would be unfair to you whether I stay the night or not."
I pursed my lips, feeling a hint of bittersweetness in my heart.
Stay, my reputation will be tarnished. Leave, and I'll have no one to take care of me.
The professor is considering me so comprehensively, he really likes me.
When I was feeling emotional, Zhou Qingchuan spoke again.
"And last night I asked you where you wanted to go, whether to the dorm, a hotel, or my place."
I was stunned, "Did I choose the dormitory?"
"You chose my home."
I closed my eyes, feeling disillusioned with life, as countless grass mud horses galloped through my mind.
After drinking, I don't even care about my face.
I quickly forced a smile and explained.
"Professor, I drank too much in one gulp, don't take it seriously."
Zhou Qingchuan chuckled.
"I know, so I took you back to the dorm. Your roommate will take care of you."
I clutched my phone, feeling a slight blush on my face.
Finally, she quietly thanked again, "Thank you, Professor."
Zhou Qingchuan also politely replied, "You're welcome, just call me Qingchuan, otherwise I feel like I'm committing a crime."
I am so happy that I can't contain it.
After this phone call, I feel like my heart is rolling on a grassy slope filled with wind, rolling onto the clouds, and ending up in a mess.
Talking about dating Zhou Qingchuan, the uncontrollable thing continues.
The spring dream object on his head, as long as it appears, has always been me.
When he's not busy, he takes me out to eat and play, but physical contact is limited to patting my head. The terrifying courtesy of a gentleman.
I even suspected that this old man was frigid.
I also suspected that he was leaving me a way out.
And every week in the two economics classes, he still insists on calling on me to answer questions.
In order to avoid being criticized and educated by a certain professor during a date, I also started to learn to preview and review, greatly reducing my leisure time.
From stumbling at the beginning to responding fluently, I feel quite accomplished.
My roommate exclaimed that this is the power of love.
I rolled my eyes speechlessly.
But as I looked at more and more likes, I couldn't help but feel happy.
The happier I am, the more guilty I feel in my heart.
Zhou Qingchuan is very good to me.
This kind of kindness is different from the friendliness of my roommates and the care of my family.
It is a gentle yet assertive kindness that envelops me in all aspects.
It makes me a little addicted and I can't help but stick to him, and I'm not afraid to be with him.
Sometimes I also think of a question.
Zhou Qingchuan How could such an outstanding academic figure like you be interested in someone like me, who is academically incompetent?
One day, while waiting for him to finish his work in the office, I couldn't help but blurt out this question.
When I replied to the email, Zhou Qingchuan looked up at me, his eyes behind the glasses filled with a mysterious smile.
"I was impressed by you the first time we met."
"Ah? The first class of last semester?"
Zhou Qingchuan shook his head. "I think I unilaterally met you on the first day of freshman year."
He began slowly recounting the daily life of how he met me.
On the first day of freshman year, he saw me walking to the dormitory alone with a large suitcase.
I could have easily asked the senior students for help with my luggage, but instead I stubbornly carried it up to the dormitory myself, stunning the senior students.
At that time, Zhou Qingchuan's first impression of me was: what a fierce little kid.
The next time he saw me was when he came out of the principal's office and saw me feeding stray dogs in the corner.
The little stray dog that was just chasing and biting him is surprisingly obedient in my hands.
He found it amusing, and seeing me as the fierce girl, a ripple appeared in his usually calm and indifferent heart.
After that, he saw me directly reject the very eligible school grass several times.
He doesn't understand.
With the professor's authority, he, who rarely shows curiosity, easily found out my name.
Xiang Xingwan.
The artistic name, paired with a rough man as the owner.
Contradictory yet interesting, it arouses his desire to explore.
Upon hearing this, I asked in confusion, "Then why didn't you come to meet me when you were a freshman?"
Zhou Qingchuan replied calmly and deliberately.
"You were only 18 at the time, while I was already 28. If I had approached you, others would have called me a womanizer, but public opinion would have been exceptionally harsh on you as a female student. Biased views are a terrible thing."
"You are still young and should not be subjected to such treatment."
"Xiang Xingwan, I like you, but you are free."
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