The photography assignment grading for the summer semester began twenty minutes before class.
The selected works were from other groups, and Lin Yu wasn’t particularly interested in looking at them.
Most of the students' photography projects featured their classmates.
What was so interesting about that?
Like most of his peers, he held a notebook or a book with his phone tucked inside, gripping a pen in his hand.
He put on the appearance of a diligent student, earnestly taking notes.
But in reality, Lin Yu was browsing the forum—Pingchuan University’s subforum!
There, he kept trying different search keywords:
Yan Miaozhu, balanCe teacher, balanCe, Professor Yan… teacher-student romance!
Lin Yu’s impression of Yan Miaozhu wasn’t just limited to the stereotype of her mixed Chinese-English accent.
He remembered that during his college years, Yan Miaozhu had been fired by the university for checking into a hotel with a male student.
He was certain this had happened before he graduated!
But whether it was the summer of his sophomore year (now) or his junior year, he couldn’t quite recall.
That’s why he was frantically searching the forum.
If it had happened recently, there should have been plenty of posts exposing the incident in advance.
Later, after Yan Miaozhu was dismissed, Lin Yu had heard rumors.
The first person to expose the scandal on the forum was the very male student who had been involved with her.
Unable to accept their breakup, he retaliated by leaking their affair.
Rumors even claimed that some… indescribable photos had circulated.
Too bad.
Back then, Lin Yu had been so unpopular that no one had shared them with him.
Now, reminiscing about the incident, he started searching again.
But the results were disappointing—nothing but a single post praising Professor Yan Miaozhu, with no other relevant content.
In this day and age, teacher-student relationships in college weren’t exactly social pariahs.
But it was still the kind of thing that would earn you judgmental whispers.
Even so.
If it was true love, was age really an issue?
To Lin Yu, it definitely wasn’t.
The real problem with Yan Miaozhu’s dismissal was…
She was secretly married!
And her husband worked at Pingchuan University!
A middle-aged professor in the history department, pushing fifty.
Lin Yu had seen him many times in the cafeteria.
A balding man with glasses, the scholarly type.
If not for the scandal, Lin Yu would never have connected him to the "trendy" Yan Miaozhu.
Sigh.
What was the point of marrying a beautiful young wife?
The balanCe teacher… he really couldn’t handle her.
After searching fruitlessly for a while, Lin Yu lost interest and set his phone aside.
If he wanted to see the big scandal, it seemed he’d have to wait another year.
Who knew if Yan Miaozhu already had some young "puppy" by her side now?
Chi Qingshui noticed Lin Yu finally looking up and nudged him with an elbow.
"Not many groups left. Ours is probably coming up soon."
"Pay attention. Is your phone really that entertaining?"
Lin Yu flashed an "OK" gesture, obediently accepting "Professor Chi’s" scolding.
Then,
his gaze shifted to Little Chi beside him.
She wasn’t on her phone—instead, she was intently watching the projector, listening to the professor.
But her cheeks were puffed up like a hamster’s, constantly munching on something.
Lin Yu glanced down and saw a tub of popcorn in her hands, looking irresistibly delicious.
It might not be that the popcorn itself was particularly delicious, but when it was in Little Chi's mouth, it somehow became incredibly tasty!
Everyone has a passive skill.
It's that when someone keeps staring at you, you can somehow sense the "killing intent" of their gaze.
At that moment, if you just look in the direction of that intent, you’ll most likely catch their eyes.
This trait was especially obvious in Little Chi.
Lin Yu had been watching her eat for at least a full minute, yet she showed no reaction whatsoever—completely unaware of his gaze.
But the moment Lin Yu glanced down at the popcorn…
It was like flipping a switch on Little Chi!
Her head snapped around in an instant, and she instinctively switched from holding the popcorn to covering the top of the container.
Only then did she realize the person sitting next to her was Lin Yu—one of her own.
Her tiny action packed quite a punch.
So, awkwardly, she loosened her grip on the container and tilted it slightly toward Lin Yu.
Lowering her voice, she asked,
"W-want one?"
Lin Yu was utterly speechless inside: "…"
Call her stingy, yet she actually made a move to share her "treasure."
Call her generous, yet she didn’t even push the container toward him, already assuming he’d only take "one piece."
Did she think everyone was like her?
Unable to resist the sight of snacks?
Lin Yu began questioning himself—what kind of look had he given her?
How could Little Chi possibly assume he’d try to steal her popcorn?
With an expression of complete disinterest, Lin Yu said,
"Caramel flavor is the worst… but fine, I’ll humor you."
As he spoke,
he slowly reached his hand toward the container.
But the moment his fingers entered the opening—his movement changed!
His fingers, previously held together, suddenly splayed wide like an eagle’s talons… or an excavator.
In one swift motion, he grabbed a solid half of the popcorn inside.
Then, with the fastest reflexes he’d honed through practice, he tried to yank his hand back out.
—Pause.
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"
He…
He couldn’t pull his hand out?!
It wasn’t that the container’s opening was too small—grabbing such a huge handful had blocked the exit.
No, in that split second…
Little Chi had clamped down on his wrist like a vice!
Lin Yu stared in disbelief at the scene under the table.
Preemptive counter?
Or monstrous reflexes?
He was sure his expression hadn’t betrayed anything—how had Little Chi reacted so fast?!
When it came to protecting her food, she was practically god-tier!
Plan A failed—time for Plan B.
Psychological warfare!
Lin Yu whispered, barely audible:
"Little Chi, the popcorn’s already been touched by me… just let go."
Little Chi wasn’t about to back down.
She held on tight, as if afraid Lin Yu might brute-force his way free.
Between gritted teeth, she managed:
"I… don’t… mind…"
"Grrr!"
Then, for good measure, she lowered her head under the table and made a show of baring her teeth at his hand, threatening to bite.
Lin Yu: "???"
It’s just popcorn!
This is way too much!
Nearby, Chi Qingshui watched the two of them fooling around, then glanced at the poor, suffering popcorn.
She could only shake her head helplessly.
…
(First update today—more to come later, including bonus chapters! Keep the support coming, everyone!)
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
