"And what about you?"
"I agreed to let him pursue me again."
Sheng Lei blinked and moved closer to her: "This time, we must really torment Professor Qi and make him pay back everything he owes you."
Qi Xiaoyan, who was driving back to school, suddenly felt a cool breeze.
On Monday morning, as Yang Wei rushed out of the building with a piece of bread in her mouth, she saw a familiar Audi parked across the street. The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing Qi Xiaoyan's face: "Get in, I'll take you to school."
Yang Wei glanced at him for a moment, then walked around to the other end and climbed into the car. The Audi drove leisurely along the road. Yang Wei, clutching her favorite body pillow, turned her head and asked, "Professor Qi, why did you decide to drive me to work today?"
"Didn't you say that we should take the initiative to ask about other people's well-being even when there's nothing wrong?"
Yang Wei chuckled softly and said, "I also said I was going to write a love poem, and I'm giving it to you before the end of morning self-study."
Qi Xiaoyan: "..."
He glanced at the bread in Yang Wei's hand and frowned slightly. "Is this what you eat for breakfast?"
"Hmm, I don't want to do it, and there's nothing much at home." Yang Wei munched on a piece of white bread like a hamster.
"I'll pick you up after get off work this afternoon, and we'll go to the supermarket together."
Yang Wei blinked quickly and continued eating her bread.
When they arrived at school, it was still quite early. Qi Xiaoyan stopped Yang Wei, who was opening the car door, and reminded her, "Don't forget I'll pick you up after get off work."
"Okay." Yang Wei waved at him and jumped out of the car. After Yang Wei had walked away, the chubby security guard at the gate stroked his chin and examined the black Audi. "This looks like the car that used to take Teacher Yang to work. Does that mean the handsome Maserati is out of the running?"
He hesitated and struggled internally about whether or not to post about it on his WeChat Moments.
Yang Wei walked into the office and saw Teacher Yao sitting in her seat, looking at something mysteriously. Curious, she leaned over and asked, "The Thirty-Six Stratagems? The Art of War? Teacher Yao, did you sign up for a time-travel training course?"
Teacher Yao habitually adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, looked up at Yang Wei, and said, "I'm going on a blind date after get off work today."
Yang Wei opened her eyes wide: "The other party is a soldier? So you have to cater to his preferences?"
Teacher Yao shook her head at Yang Wei, her eyes seemingly mocking her ignorance: "Blind dates are like a war; only by thoroughly studying military strategy can you counter any move."
Yang Wei walked to her seat and slid the chair next to her: "It sounds so profound."
“Of course.” Teacher Yao said, one hand gripping her book, her expression particularly authoritative. “For example, if someone asks you what your hobbies are, how should you answer?”
Yang Wei said, "Answer truthfully."
Teacher Yao shook her head: "If I told him that I stay at home watching American TV series every day, would he still be interested in me? At this time, you have to choose your answer according to the other person's profession. If the other person is a fitness coach, you should answer that you like outdoor sports, such as mountain climbing."
"So if he keeps asking you to go hiking every time, aren't you just asking for trouble?"
“So this is where the real game is played!” Teacher Yao pressed her shoulder, her eyelashes trembling with excitement. “The answer must pique the other party’s interest, but it can’t be too difficult for yourself. This requires brilliant wisdom.”
Yang Wei: "..."
"It's the same for people in love. You know love has an expiration date. The other person will get tired of you soon. You have to keep them interested in you." She picked up the English book on the table, stood up, bent down and tapped on the cover of "The Art of War". "Learn something."
Yang Wei: "..."
After Teacher Yao left, Yang Wei stared at her desk for a while, then picked up "The Art of War" and started reading.
Inside the Imperial University, Qi Xiaoyan sat in his office, frowning as he stared at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. The head of the mathematics department walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Xiao Qi, running into a problem?"
Qi Xiaoyan nodded.
The team leader perked up; if Professor Qi was so troubled, it must be a world-class problem: "Is it the Four Color Theorem? Or the Hodge Conjecture?"
Do you know how to write love poems?
Team leader: "..."
In a sense, this is indeed a global problem.
He stared at Qi Xiaoyan for a while, realizing he was asking the question very seriously, and thought he must be in the wrong dimension because of the heavy smog. Did Professor Qi really need to write love poems to woo girls? His expression alone was enough to say a thousand words.
He coughed lightly and offered a suggestion: "Perhaps you could ask Professor Tang from the Chinese Department."
Qi Xiaoyan sat in the chair and thought for a while, showing no intention of leaving. The team leader moved a stool over and sat down next to him, saying earnestly, "What's the use of just writing love poems to woo girls? Those are all empty words. You have to give them something real."
Qi Xiaoyan frowned slightly: "Really?"
The team leader looked around, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I heard from one of my students that girls like men who are good at kissing and boating."
Professor Qi fell into deep thought. He and Yang Wei had done it many times, and kissed even more often. There shouldn't be any problem, right? At least Yang Wei had never said that his technique was bad.
"But do girls these days really like rowing? I even practiced for a few days at the little park near my house."
Qi Xiaoyan: "..."
He will find out the truth someday, but not now, from his own mouth.
Professor Wu from the Mathematics Department walked in and saw Qi Xiaoyan and the group leader whispering to each other. He went up to them and asked, "What are you two doing so suspiciously?"
The team leader looked up at him and said casually, "Oh, Xiao Qi is going to ask a professor in the Chinese department how to write love poems."
"Write love poems? Do you really need to ask the Chinese literature department for that! We math department have our own way of writing them!"
"Oh? Why don't you write one for us?"
Professor Wu walked to the table and raised an eyebrow at Qi Xiaoyan: "Have you ever heard of formulaic love poems?"
"Formulaic love poems?"
“That’s right.” Professor Wu picked up the pen on Qi Xiaoyan’s desk and quickly wrote a formula on a piece of white paper. “Can you see anything special about it? Its function graph looks like a heart.”
"You can play it like this?" The team leader was amazed.
"Hmph, there's more." Professor Wu wrote another equation on the paper, picked it up, and asked Qi Xiaoyan, "What's the answer?"
Qi Xiaoyan glanced at it: "520.1314".
"It means 'I love you for life.'" Professor Wu explained, translating for them in case they didn't understand.
Qi Xiaoyan's eyes flickered slightly. Although Yang Wei probably wouldn't understand how complicated it was, he still gave her some hints.
Before the end of morning self-study, Yang Wei received a text message from Juanjuanzi—
If I were a mathematical equation, you would be my only correct solution.
Yang Wei: "..."
She stared at the text message for a minute, then finally burst out laughing. What the hell is a mathematical equation?! And what the hell is a correct solution?! What kind of awful love poem is this?!
So she named this love poem "What the Hell".
A moment later, the phone screen lit up again; this time it was Fang Chengran. Yang Wei's eyebrows twitched, and she walked to the window to answer the phone: "Fang Chengran, what's up?"
Fang Chengran's voice carried a warm smile: "Your drawing should be finished, right? Are you free tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner."
Yang Wei thought for a moment and then said, "Fang Chengran, there's something I want to tell you."
"What?"
"Hmm... Qi Xiaoyan wants to remarry me."
Fang Chengran was silent for a moment, then asked, "Did you agree?"
"not yet."
"Since you haven't agreed yet, I still have the right to pursue you, don't I?"
Yang Wei bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't think this is fair to you..."
"As long as there's a chance, I won't give up. I'll ask you out again next time." Fang Chengran hung up the phone after saying that. He walked to the computer, sat down, looked at the Word document for a while, deleted everything he had just written, and typed out a new one.
After the update of "The Whole World Belongs Only to My Princess" that day, the readers were collectively silent for three minutes, and then the comments erupted like a volcano.
"What kind of plot twist is this! The male lead went through all the trouble to save the princess just to stab her to death with his own hands?!"
"I guess the author wants to change the female lead [bye]"
"I bet you've just broken up with your boyfriend :)"
"Am I the only one who thinks the male lead's dark side is incredibly cool?"
"This is the leader we know and love [smile of satisfaction]"
...
Yang Wei was also following this story, and when she saw the latest chapter, she was completely caught off guard. She logged onto Weibo and sent a private message to the author, "Wait Three More Minutes": "Author, something must have happened to you, it must be."
Wait three more minutes V: I might be heartbroken QAQ
Professor, please take your medicine: Pat it on. Since it's only a possibility, there's still a chance. Keep going!
Wait three more minutes V: Really? QAQ
The professor urged me to take my medication: Really, believe me!
Wait three more minutes V: Thank you, I think I'm confident again qwq
Yang Wei sent a smiley face and walked out of the school gate. Qi Xiaoyan's car was parked at the gate, and Yang Wei got in and went with him to the supermarket near the apartment. Qi Xiaoyan threw a bunch of things into the shopping cart, and when he got to the checkout counter, he also casually grabbed two brightly colored small square boxes from the shelf.
Yang Wei looked at what he was holding, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Mr. Qi, even a high school student knows this isn't chewing gum!"
Qi Xiaoyan's eyebrows twitched: "Hmm."
Um?
Yang Wei gritted her teeth: "Don't take this!"
Qi Xiaoyan turned to look at her: "You don't like strawberry flavor? How about mint flavor?"
"What I mean is, why buy this!"
"Because we ran out of supplies at home."
Yang Wei: "..."
Such rigorous logic.
Qi Xiaoyan seemed to have thought of something, her eyes flickered slightly: "I didn't use it last night, if..."
"There are no ifs!" Yang Wei interrupted him angrily before he could finish speaking.
Qi Xiaoyan stopped talking and placed the items from his shopping cart one by one on the checkout counter. The young cashier's eyes lit up when she saw him: "Sir, it's been a while! Have you calculated the total amount yet?"
"Five hundred and seventy-eight yuan and thirty-six cents."
The cashier scanned each barcode with almost reverence, and when the total came out, she exclaimed excitedly, "Five hundred and seventy-eight dollars and thirty-six cents, thank you for your patronage!"