The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

In a room filled with white, the TV was showing an interview with Fu Xiuyan. Initially, the questions were about the filming process, and Fu Xiuyan was no stranger to such matters. His answers were all perfect.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fu, how did you and your lover meet?"

At that time, Fu Xiuyan knew that he had been tricked by Old Man Li again. He was using him again, trying to take advantage of his popularity with Xia Xia. But if he refused to answer, there would be rumors that he was avoiding talking about Xia Yang, and they would fabricate a crisis in their relationship.

"If it was Professor Xia Yang sitting here now, how would you ask the same question?"

The reporter was puzzled, but Fu Xiuyan was not joking, he really wanted to hear the reporter's answer.

The reporter coughed dryly and asked, "Excuse me, Professor Xia, how did you and Teacher Fu meet?"

"So, why do you ask questions differently to me and him?"

The reporter was even more confused. He was clearly saying the same thing, so what was the difference?

Fu Xiuyan said seriously, "Xia Yang is my lover, that's for sure. But he is first and foremost himself. He is an educator, a scientific researcher, or any other social identity he possesses because of the value of his creations. You can call him Professor Xia, Teacher Xia, or Xia Yang, but you shouldn't call him Fu Xiuyan's lover. I never want others to mention him, and the first thing they call him is Fu Xiuyan's lover. Although I love him very much, to the point of wanting to possess all of him, I still hope you will always remember that he is just himself."

The off-camera reporter's expression couldn't be seen on the screen. But it seemed similar to most viewers'. Except for the director in the plain white room, whose fingertips were turning white from gripping the remote control.

"Besides, I'm just an insignificant actor and a money-grubbing businessman. What Xia Yang is doing is for the advancement of our species, and he's doing it very well. The world can do without Fu Xiuyan, but it cannot do without Professor Xia Yang."

"Bang!" A vase hit the TV heavily, and the TV screen went dark in an instant.

"Someone! Come quickly!"

Soon, a man in a white coat pushed the door open and looked at the mess on the floor, not knowing what had happened.

"Tell your master that I'm leaving the hospital now."

The visitor was so frightened by his sinister tone that he dared not say anything more. He just nodded and said he understood. He also arranged for someone to clean up the debris on the ground.

A pair of fox eyes stared at the broken glass on the ground, and gradually curved up: Soon, soon it will be mine. What's wrong with letting you be happy for a few more days?

Ten minutes after the class started, Fu Xiuyan quietly slipped into the classroom through the back door and sat down in the corner. He smiled as Xia Yang, who was lecturing seriously at the podium, took a photo with his phone.

Xia Yang glanced at him without saying anything. Fu Xiuyan quickly put away his phone and sat very straight, like a child in kindergarten waiting for praise from the teacher.

Xia Yang was amused by his behavior, then quickly turned around and wrote the formula on the blackboard.

Several students noticed Professor Xia's smile before he turned around, and they were confused. Why was he smiling? They had never seen him smile like that during class. In fact, they had never seen him smile when he wasn't teaching, either.

Midway through the class, Xia Yang gave the students a quick problem and ten minutes to solve it. The classroom was filled with the sound of pens scraping across paper. Amidst this din, Xia Yang slowly walked down the podium, walked around the room, and sat in the last row.

The students in the room were even more afraid to breathe. They were in a lecture hall today. The professor, sitting at the back, could easily see all their work. Although none of them were actually doing anything, each one was diligently solving the problems. But Xia Yang's gesture made them feel oppressive, still apprehensive and uneasy. For a moment, their pens flew faster. No one dared to look back.

Several students sitting further back heard their professor's voice: "Can this student solve it?"

"No. I didn't understand it just now. Please teach me, teacher."

The voice sounded unfamiliar, and after a moment's thought, I couldn't identify a student in the class. It was surprising how someone could say "I don't know" or "I didn't understand" so nonchalantly. I was so curious about who this "Brother Yong" was. I was tempted to turn around and find out, but Professor Xia's light cough put me off.

There was a minute of silence, and then Professor Xia said seriously, "Pay attention in class, and come to my office after class."

"Okay, Professor." It was a very cheerful voice. The students in the back row thought, this kid must be crazy, he was called to the office, why is he still smiling like an idiot?

Fu Xiuyan, beaming with joy, waited until the get out of class was over. While Xia Yang resumed his lecture, he even smiled friendly at a boy in the third row from the back who looked back at him. He was wearing a mask, and the boy didn't react at first, thinking he was a stranger from another department auditing, and didn't pay much attention. He nodded politely at Fu Xiuyan, as auditing Professor Xia's class was a common occurrence.

But when he saw Professor Xia at the podium, casually glancing across the last row for the fifth time, he noticed something unusual. Turning again, he saw the man staring at the podium with a smile. It wasn't the teacher imparting knowledge to him, but rather his beloved. A beloved? This person might be... Even though he was wearing a mask, his eyes did look very similar.

Fu Xiuyan noticed the gaze on him and nodded again. The student was now certain it was really him!

"Fu..." He just mouthed the words. Fu Xiuyan nodded slightly, then made a "hush" gesture to him and pointed at the podium, signaling him to listen carefully. The student nodded vigorously in excitement.

After class, the students, anxious to get to the next class, quickly packed up their books and left. Xia Yang, sitting at the podium, began organizing his lesson plan. Amidst the clamor, a student in the back row stealthily pulled out his phone, activated selfie mode, and framed both himself and Fu Xiuyan behind him. The moment he pressed the photo button, Fu Xiuyan suddenly looked up...

The child was caught taking secret photos and panicked, hurriedly putting away his phone.

"Do you need to take the photo again? I didn't take off my mask just now." The voice was very close, it was Fu Xiuyan.

He turned around to look at her. Even at such a close distance, the face still had no flaws. The facial features magnified in front of him were still three-dimensional and perfect. Even more handsome than what he saw on the screen!

The news that Fu Xiuyan accompanied Xia Yang to class spread throughout the school.

The news quickly spread from campus to the internet. Netizens' daily amusement was to guess what Professor Xia looked like on Fu Yang's Weibo account. Ever since he'd accompanied Xia Yang to class at the school, he'd posted a photo of her every night, though most of them didn't show her face, mostly in class. Fans said he did it on purpose, deliberately avoiding showing Professor Xia's face, out of jealousy.

They also complained that he treated Weibo as his circle of friends.

Xia Yang was annoyed by Fu Xiuyan's constant presence, and he repeatedly hinted and hinted at him to focus on his own work. At first, Fu Xiuyan pretended not to understand, but then he said aggrievedly, "Who said I could sit in every day? Was it just a trick to trick me?"

Xia Yang was speechless. He had said that at the time just to appease the actor who wanted to take frequent leave. He also thought about Cheng Yan's many things to do. If he returned, he would definitely be tied up in company affairs and would definitely not have time to follow him. Who would have thought that he would have so much free time? Who knew how long Cheng Yan could last under his leadership?

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