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At Huada, a woman stepped into the classroom holding a notebook. She was wrapped in a knee-length, fitted trench coat, her long hair cascading down with slightly curled ends framing her face. The youthful innocence in her features had faded just a bit, yet she remained strikingly radiant.
The moment she lifted her gaze, the previously noisy classroom fell silent for an instant. A few boys in the front row stared wide-eyed, thinking, "Wow, is this beauty from our department? How have I never seen her before?"
Oh no, I think I'm falling for her. Do you believe in love at first sight?
"Keep an eye on her and see where she sits; I’ll find a chance to ask for her WeChat later."
As the woman took her place at the podium, the classroom erupted into a buzz of whispers and discussions.
Wait! The boy who had been smitten opened his mouth in shock. "She—she’s our teacher?"
After graduating with a master's degree, Yao Nian had joined the university's Law School as a lecturer for German and French law. This was her first time teaching independently, and it was natural for her to feel a bit nervous.
Shen Du had no objections to her not choosing to become a lawyer; in fact, he felt a sense of small relief. Not everyone is suited for such a high-pressure work and lifestyle. Shen Du had walked this path long enough to understand how arduous it could be. Yao Nian was highly empathetic, making it easy for her to fall into self-doubt and internal conflict during this process.
"Girl, you don’t need to endure the harsh winds and frosts to grow."
After completing a brief self-introduction, she officially began the class. Fortunately, her nervousness subsided quickly as she clicked the mouse, bringing up the presentation she had worked late into the night to finish.
"We often say that we need to go out and see the world to develop our worldview. Understanding different countries' narratives is essential. To put it nicely, it's about having a strong ideology; to put it bluntly, it can be seen as subtle brainwashing..."
Yao Nian paused mid-sentence.
At the back door of the large lecture hall, a man walked in and took a seat in the last row. Leaning back against his chair with arms crossed, he watched her with an air of relaxed confidence.
Why does he always like to make surprise appearances?
She quickly shifted her gaze away and cleared her throat. "We’re running out of time; does anyone have any questions?"
"Teacher! I have one!" shouted a boy from the middle of the front row.
"Who has one?" another boy beside him in sportswear pressed down his voice while shouting.
Yao Nian smiled gently. "No problem; feel free to ask anything."
The boy was pushed up from his seat and met Yao Nian's cheerful gaze. His ears turned red suddenly as he awkwardly lowered his head. "Um, Teacher, may I ask if you are single?"
The classroom erupted into laughter and playful teasing.
Yao Nian paused for a moment, her gaze inadvertently drifting to the man in the last row. She noticed him frowning slightly, his posture straightening as he sat up, looking rather displeased.
For some reason, this struck her as amusing, and she struggled to suppress a smile that threatened to break free. Under the curious eyes of everyone around her, she extended her left hand, revealing a ring on her ring finger.
I’m married now.
The news of the new beauty, the French teacher, marrying young quickly spread throughout the academy, shattering many young men's dreams of romance. They all vowed to seek revenge against the man who had stolen their chance at love and couldn't help but wonder who the lucky guy was.
Before long, this became a hot topic on the campus forum, along with a post from the graduation ceremony that featured a sensational proposal. When they saw the video of the man kneeling on one knee, and after digging deeper into his background, it became clear—these young men's hearts were thoroughly crushed yet begrudgingly accepted.
After class that day, students filed out of the classroom one by one. Yao Nian stood at the podium, staring at a report she had received an hour earlier on her phone. It took her half a minute to digest its contents.
She quickly turned off the large screen, stuffed her course materials and notebook into her bag, and was just about to dash out when something seemed to occur to her. She paused for a moment before slowing her pace.
As she stepped down from the platform, she unexpectedly spotted Xiao Chi walking toward her, hands shoved into his pockets, still exuding that carefree demeanor. Their eyes met; Xiao Chi stared at her and raised an eyebrow in surprise. What a coincidence!
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