Miao Haixin leaned halfway into the office, her smile growing even brighter:
"Professor Miaozhu, sorry to interrupt—hope I’m not disturbing your work?"
"I just heard in the cafeteria about Lin Yu’s group wanting to borrow some equipment."
"Since they need to use the school’s facilities, I rushed over to explain the application process for venue requests."
Lin Yu silently studied the advisor’s expression: "…"
So, it really was just an unexpected visit?
Judging by Miao Haixin’s reaction, it didn’t seem like she was making up an excuse.
Besides, she mentioned running into Elder Chi and Little Chi in the cafeteria.
The two Chis were on good terms with the advisor, so it made sense they’d ask her for help with the venue request.
Yeah, plausible enough.
As for Yan Miaozhu…
What else could she do?
You don’t slap away a smiling face.
Faced with Miao Haixin’s warmth and friendliness, Yan Miaozhu naturally responded with an equally bright smile:
"Not at all, no disturbance."
"Lin Yu here just finished organizing the students’ assignments for me."
"Haixin, if you need anything, go ahead and discuss it with him."
Lin Yu: "…"
A moment ago, she was calling him "little brother," and now it’s "Lin Yu."
Great.
Just great.
Talk about putting on two different faces—one in public, another in private.
She might as well staple "strictly professional teacher-student relationship" to her forehead.
Miao Haixin cheerfully flashed an "OK" gesture:
"Perfect! Then I won’t keep you, Professor Miaozhu."
Yan Miaozhu nodded, her gaze lingering on Lin Yu.
Lin Yu responded with his most "sincere" look—might as well commit to the bit.
As they stepped out of the office, Miao Haixin even held the door politely and added:
"Professor Miaozhu, I’ll close this for you."
Click…
The moment the door shut, Miao Haixin’s smile froze for two seconds.
Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward the door, her expression screaming "alert lifted" and "finally, I can breathe."
This micro-expression didn’t escape Lin Yu’s notice.
Lin Yu’s mind reeled: "!!!"
Not an accidental interruption?!
So…
Miao Haixin knew about the "rumors" surrounding Professor Yan Miaozhu?
She’d rushed here from the cafeteria specifically to "rescue" him?
To shield one of her students from… temptation and corruption?
There was no other explanation.
If that were true, Miao Haixin’s performance had been flawless.
She’d nearly fooled even him into thinking it was all a coincidence.
In an instant, Miao Haixin’s image in Lin Yu’s mind grew several sizes taller.
Then, his brain kicked into overdrive—how to handle the inevitable "interrogation" coming his way?
He needed a convincing cover story.
If the advisor knew about Yan Miaozhu’s "private conduct" and had come to "save" him, she’d definitely ask what "work" he’d been doing in that office.
He’d been in there a while.
"Just copying and pasting" wouldn’t cut it.
He’d have to invent a more elaborate task to explain the time spent.
Whatever Miao Haixin thought of Yan Miaozhu didn’t matter.
Lin Yu had to protect his own reputation!
When Miao Haixin turned back to him, her smile was radiant again.
She waved a folder, signaling for him to follow.
As they walked, she chatted:
"Lin Yu, you’ve been on a roll lately."
"Top marks in photography class, and that gold medal at the comic con with Qingchi?"
"Impressive! You’re making me look good as your advisor, haha!"
"Keep it up for the rest of the semester’s projects."
"For the classroom filming request, you’ll need a handwritten application."
"Oh—I’ll send you the template on WeChat. Got it saved on my phone."
"…"
"Got it? Just standard procedure."
"Don’t worry about timing; I’ll handle the scheduling. No need to wait for approval."
"And hey, if you need an extra, I’m available!"
"Haha, if you win another award, I can brag to the other advisors."
"…"
The entire walk out of the building, Lin Yu realized something:
His usual street-smart skepticism didn’t apply to genuinely sincere people.
Miao Haixin never once brought up what happened in the office.
Not a single critical word about Professor Yan.
Just enthusiastic, responsible chatter about the semester’s short film project, her energy infectious.
Watching her work ethic and upbeat demeanor, Lin Yu couldn’t help but think of her as that eternally optimistic sponge—soaking up life’s challenges with a grin.
Miao Haixin led Lin Yu straight to the cafeteria, where his four groupmates were waiting.
Two untouched meals sat on the table.
"Advisor, Lin Yu—finally!"
"If you’d taken any longer, the food would’ve gone cold."
Little Chi noticed Lin Yu and Miao Haixin arriving at the cafeteria together and quickly greeted them warmly.
"Professor."
"Sister Haixin."
"Professor."
The other three also chimed in with their greetings.
Miao Haixin motioned for everyone to sit down, teasing as she spoke:
"Qingchi, it seems the food doesn’t taste as good when we’re not around."
"Or maybe it’s just that when we’re not here, you end up eating everything?"
Little Chi’s eyes darted playfully:
"How could that be? I’m not that much of a glutton, hehe."
Everyone burst into laughter, the atmosphere lively and harmonious.
Lin Yu and Miao Haixin took their seats, chatting with the group as they ate.
The conversation flowed from filming plans to amusing anecdotes about the end of the semester.
Then, as usual, Miao Haixin’s signature "Oh, right, right!" made an appearance.
She suddenly put down her chopsticks, grabbed Lin Yu’s arm, and exclaimed excitedly:
"Oh, right, right! Little Lin Yu, I heard you’ve published a novel online? And it’s doing pretty well?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Huh?
Another literature enthusiast?
Don’t tell me she’s about to ask for writing advice too?
He already had two such admirers—adding another would be too much!
Lin Yu’s gaze swept across the table.
The only people who knew about his writing were Elder Chi and Little Chi.
Elder Chi didn’t seem like the type to casually gossip about this with their professor.
When his eyes landed on Little Chi, she immediately grabbed her chopsticks—only to realize she had already finished her meal.
Lin Yu: "…"
Got it.
He’d deal with her later.
Faced with Miao Haixin’s question, Lin Yu replied:
"Yeah, I’ve written a little something."
Miao Haixin smiled brightly and continued:
"Little Lin Yu, you seem so reserved in class, but you’re full of surprises!"
"When you write online, do you use a pen name?"
"Back when I was in school, submitting to campus magazines, our teacher made us all pick pen names."
"What’s yours?"
Lin Yu scratched his cheek: "…"
Last time, when Ying’er asked about his writing income, the system had smoothly handled it.
Surely it could fabricate a pen name too, right?
Just as Lin Yu was about to answer, Elder Chi interjected curiously:
"Professor, what was your pen name back then? I’m really curious."
The moment the question left her lips, all eyes turned to Miao Haixin.
She grinned sheepishly:
"Haha, you’re making me blush."
"I called myself… Boss Bao."
Lin Yu froze: "!!!"
Boss Bao?
Wait—
Their professor was the legendary Boss Bao from back then?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
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