A pampered young lady from a prestigious family, pampered by her childhood sweetheart, a CEO.

She definitely remembers. Whether others like her or not is another matter. Now, Xu Qiluo acts like a mouse seeing a cat whenever she sees her.

Zhu Pingan scratched his head in frustration.

What kind of nonsense is this? She's a counselor, constantly following her students around like a shadow. If word gets out, how can she maintain any dignity as a counselor?

The next morning, when Zhu Ping'an was trying to leave quietly, she ran into her father coming back from buying groceries downstairs in the teachers' dormitory.

"..."

This old man's schedule is definitely different from ordinary people; he had already bought the groceries by 6 a.m.

"Oh my, why is my daughter up so early today? Did she take your old man's words to heart? I'm going to go and have a word with Qi Luo now."

"..."

If she were to call Xu Qiluo right now and ask him to be her father's graduate student, she would probably be blocked by Xu Qiluo in a heartbeat.

“Yes, Dad, I think what you said makes perfect sense. The early bird catches the worm. I think morning is a very good time. I plan to go find Xu Qiluo right now and persuade him to come and be your graduate student. So I’m going to set off to find him right now. If you don’t have anything to do, you can stay home and read some books, take a walk, and do some research from time to time.”

Zhu Ping'an was scared, so he stammered a lot, and before his father could react, he grabbed his books and phone and ran away.

The old man was speechless.

"Did this girl not wake up properly this morning? Why is she talking so fast? She's babbling on and on, I can't understand what she's saying."

"..."

Zhu Ping'an hurriedly left the teachers' dormitory with her lesson plans in her arms. Every few steps she walked, she saw people she knew, and she could only force a smile and greet them one by one.

As she gets older, she tends to wake up earlier in the morning. This group of people are all her father's generation, so she really can't say a bad word about her father casually.

Still feeling sleepy after waking up early, I grabbed my laptop and headed straight to the cafeteria. The cafeteria lady wasn't there yet, so I had no choice but to turn on my laptop and finish up some tasks that I needed to do later.

Besides being a university counselor, she is also a knowledge blogger on a well-known website, specializing in answering all kinds of strange questions from students. If there is a question she cannot answer, she will take a break from updating for a period of time until she answers the question before she resumes updating.

Last night, someone posted a bizarre relationship question on a website, which made her already agitated mind even more agitated. To make matters worse, the question received a lot of likes and inquiries.

Why do people nowadays like these strange views on love?

The question is, if you had some kind of superpower right now, would you be able to control the person you like to like you back?

She was a knowledge blogger, but netizens quickly turned her into an emotional blogger. However, many people still wanted to know the answer to this question, and the discussion even split into two camps.

When Zhu Ping'an opened the website's backend, she was greeted with over 99 private messages, likes, and comments. She clicked on them one by one and found that they were all answers and debates about that particular post.

The most profound and helpless blow to her was that her father insisted that Xu Qiluo become his graduate student.

Zhu Pingan couldn't think of a better answer to this question for the time being, so he simply sent everyone a message saying he would be taking a break from updating. That's how everyone knew that Zhu Pingan was stumped by this question.

Zhu Pingan took off her black-rimmed glasses; they weren't prescription, she just wore them for looks. She rested her chin on her hand. The cafeteria was nearly empty at that moment, with hardly anyone around.

That's normal. It's only a little past 6 a.m. Most students' 8 a.m. time is the last five minutes before the bell rings for class. Right now, everyone should be sleeping in their blankets.

"Ding! Your wallet is missing another dollar..."

It was a funny ringtone that Zhu Ping'an's younger cousin downloaded for her and wouldn't let her change it, saying that kids like these kinds of things. After listening to it for a while, she got used to it and stopped bothering to change it.

“喂，爸…”

Zhu Ping'an rested her chin on her hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the chair in front of her, utterly listless. She was even questioning why she had gotten up so early, leaving her feeling weak and listless.

Why get up so early?

It's probably because her father kept mentioning Xu Qiluo's name in her ear, or perhaps because she paid extra attention to him at school, that she always dreamed about Xu Qiluo when she slept.

Either he would pick her up for class on his bicycle, or they would eat together, go out to play together, and even take pictures together.

The more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Zhu Ping'an felt like her head was about to explode. Then, just as their car was about to crash into the smaller car out of control, Zhu Ping'an woke up. Once she woke up, she couldn't fall back asleep.

What does it mean if a counselor keeps dreaming about their students?

That's a terrible sin!

"Where are you now? Have you seen Qiluo? Have you talked to him again? You should make good use of your advisor's persuasive skills and tell him that there are many benefits to being a father's graduate student, and that this is an academic research project that will benefit his future development."

Wishing you peace…

So you only care whether he wants to be your graduate student or not, but you don't care about your own daughter's life or death, right?

"Dad, do you want to check what time it is? People aren't even up yet."

Zhu Ping'an had a headache. She hadn't slept well all night, and then her father started nagging her about these things first thing in the morning. She felt her head getting increasingly dizzy.

"Dad, I have some things to do, so I'll hang up now."

Zhu Pingan hung up on her father and immediately placed her phone face down on the table, out of sight, out of mind. She told herself she would just lie down for a while and rest.

Her eyelids were drooping, and she felt everything in front of her becoming increasingly blurry. The next second, she was already slumped over the cafeteria table.

In a quiet corner, she lay quietly.

The moment Xu Qi landed at the school gate this morning, he received messages from his two unscrupulous roommates, asking him to bring two breakfasts.

So Xu Qiluo, who was originally planning to go to the classroom, turned around and went to the canteen. When he bought breakfast as requested by the two old men, he seemed to see someone.

The counselor wishes you peace and safety?

Why are you catching up on sleep in the cafeteria so early in the morning?

Xu Qiluo originally thought it was better to avoid trouble, but his body seemed to be out of his control. By the time he realized it, he was already standing next to her table.

Xu Qiluo was speechless. It was as if something was controlling his brain, and he was somewhat out of control.

"Counselor? Are you alright? Are you still alive?"

Something seemed wrong with her. Xu Qiluo reached out and gently touched her hand. It was hot, very hot, hot enough to cook a person's hand.

"..."

Xu Qiluo was silent for three seconds, then raised her hand to cover her eyes and sighed.

Who is whose teacher?