Fang Chengran was overjoyed: "You really think so?"
Yang Wei shrugged: "I don't have time to make you happy."
Fang Chengran chuckled, and Yang Wei continued, "But why didn't you say that you were working at the hotel while also writing novels on the side?"
Fang Chengran: "..."
He...didn't expect to come here.
He coughed lightly and asked politely, "May I invite you to dinner tonight?"
Yang Wei said, "I've been busy painting lately, maybe next time."
Fang Chengran was somewhat disappointed, but still said, "Okay, I'll ask you out again next time."
Yang Wei responded and hung up the phone to continue preparing her lesson. When get out of class ended, Teacher Dai stormed into the office with Gu Lei. Yang Wei inwardly groaned; Teacher Dai was about to explode again, and she couldn't escape it.
Sure enough, Teacher Dai walked over and slammed the homework book in her hand heavily onto Yang Wei's desk: "Teacher Yang, look at Gu Lei in your class! He got fifteen out of twenty words wrong in the dictation last class! And they were all so ingeniously wrong! I heard he got a perfect score on the math test last time, so he doesn't seem stupid. Does he have a problem with me, his Chinese teacher?"
Yang Wei silently turned to look at Gu Lei, who was also looking at her, his eyes filled with a pitiful expression. Yang Wei pursed her lips, picked up the homework on the table, and looked at it; the mistakes were indeed quite creative.
She put down her homework and smiled at Teacher Dai: "Teacher Dai, don't be angry. You have class next period, right? You go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of Gu Lei."
Teacher Yao, holding an English textbook, chimed in, "Yes, Gu Lei probably doesn't have a problem with you. He basically got all the English words wrong in his last dictation test."
Gu Lei: "..."
Thank you so much, Teacher Yao.
Teacher Dai said a few more words to Gu Lei before leaving with his textbooks. After the class bell rang, Gu Lei was kept in the office for individual instruction.
Yang Wei gave him a few polite glances and said, "Just like Teacher Dai said, you can get full marks in math, so your Chinese shouldn't be this bad."
Gu Lei said, "Teacher Yang, don't you think Chinese is much harder than math?"
I don't think so.
Gu Lei analyzed for her, "The vocabulary in Chinese is so complicated! There are emotions, connotations, positive and negative meanings, extended meanings, metaphors, and even the same word can be interpreted in five or six different ways depending on the context! Can't we just speak properly?!"
Yang Wei: "..."
She couldn't refute it.
"In contrast, mathematics is completely different. Every problem has its own inherent rules, and every step has its own principle, just like a meticulous gentleman."
Yang Wei: "..."
While his Chinese language skills are poor, he is quite adept at using metaphors.
"Teacher Yang, from an artistic perspective, don't you think mathematics is incredibly beautiful?"
Yang Wei firmly replied, "I don't think so. Besides, what are you, a primary school student, talking to me about art?"
"Sigh." Unable to persuade Yang Wei, Gu Lei was very disappointed. "Your husband is a mathematics professor. I thought you fully understood the beauty of mathematics."
...
Yang Wei looked at him and smiled, "Boys who study math will never find a wife."
Gu Lei: "..."
Such a serious threat.
Teacher Luo, who was teaching in the classroom, suddenly felt a pain in her knee.
Yang Wei returned the homework to Gu Lei: "Copy each of the words you got wrong twenty times, and write a reflection of no less than three hundred words. Hand it in to Teacher Dai before morning self-study tomorrow."
Gu Lei: "..."
Inside the Imperial University, Qi Xiaoyan was still in the classroom explaining a problem to a girl. The girl kept glancing at him furtively. Qi Xiaoyan pushed his notebook in front of her and tapped on it with his fingertip: "Show me this step again."
The profound mathematical symbols and theorems in the notebook made the girl's head throb slightly. She blinked her big, watery eyes and smiled at Qi Xiaoyan, saying, "Professor Qi, I still don't understand. Could you explain it to me again?"
Qi Xiaoyan closed her notebook, packed her things, and walked out of the classroom: "With an IQ like yours, you should transfer to another department."
girl:"……"
The two girls sitting in the last row laughed mercilessly. One of them said to her, "I told you this trick wouldn't work. If you want to learn, learn from the top student in the grade. Spend all your time in the study room and vow to get into Professor Qi's graduate program."
The girl who had spoken earlier stuffed the notebook into her bag and scoffed, "You all saw how Professor Qi's three graduate students were tortured."
"But I can be with Professor Qi often, and I can also receive his one-on-one tutoring."
The words "one-on-one tutoring" made the girl's mind wander for a moment, and then she heard the other person say, "However, Professor Qi has completely denied your intelligence. According to his standards for choosing students, you would have to be reincarnated."
"Get out of my way!"
The girls were still playfully bickering when Qi Xiaoyan walked out of the teaching building. The crew of "Youthful Days" was filming, and Song Jin saw Qi Xiaoyan emerge from the building; their eyes met. Qi Xiaoyan glanced at her, then looked away and walked past expressionlessly. Song Jin frowned slightly and called out to the director, "Sorry, let's do it again."
After getting off work, Yang Wei followed the crowd out of the school gate. A white car parked on the side of the road suddenly honked its horn. Yang Wei walked around the car and moved to the side, but the car honked even more loudly.
Yang Wei glanced back as the white sedan slowly glided forward and stopped beside her. The back window rolled down, revealing a pair of burgundy sunglasses. Yang Wei frowned. She'd been cornered before when she was in school, but this was the first time she'd been cornered by a woman—especially one she usually only saw on TV.
Song Jin sized her up for a moment and asked in a calm voice, "Teacher Yang, may we chat for a bit?"
Yang Wei subconsciously tugged at the charm on her handbag. If this were any other celebrity, regardless of whether she was a fan or not, she would have been excited. Unfortunately, it was Song Jin. It seemed they had investigated her at the school. Yang Wei smiled slightly at Song Jin and said, "Excuse me, may I ask which student's parent you are?"
Song Jin hesitated for a moment, then said, "I am Song Jin, Qi Xiaoyan's junior."
Yang Wei nodded and said, "Oh, so you're not a parent. Then we probably don't have much to talk about." After she finished speaking, she continued walking forward, with Song Jin's car following her at a distance.
"Teacher Yang, please get in the car. We can talk in the car, it won't take up too much of your time."
"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to say to you."
"But I have something to tell you, please get in the car."
Yang Wei glanced back at her, walked around to the other side of the carriage, opened the door, and sat down: "Just say what you have to say quickly."
Song Jin took off his sunglasses, looked at her and said, "Miss Yang, now that you have divorced Qi Xiaoyan, I hope you will stop bothering him."
Yang Wei turned her head and looked at her with amusement: "Ms. Song, have you been acting too much? Next, are you going to throw me a check and tell me to stay away from your son? Ah, let me tell you this first, if you dare to give it to me, I dare to accept it. Using it to repair the road is also a contribution to society."
Song Jin's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. After looking at Yang Wei for a while, she said, "I really can't understand how Qi Xiaoyan could like someone like you."
Yang Wei said, "It's because you don't understand that he doesn't like you."
Song Jin pursed her lips and said, "I didn't come here today to argue with you, Miss Yang. You may not know, but Qi Xiaoyan was supposed to have dinner at my house that night, but you suddenly called him and asked him to leave. I can understand that you might have encountered some trouble, but Qi Xiaoyan has nothing to do with you anymore. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to bother him like this?"
Yang Wei frowned and looked at Song Jin, saying, "If Qi Xiaoyan feels that I'm bothering him, he can ask me to come and talk to him himself, which I can completely understand. But on what grounds did Miss Song say those words just now?"
Song Jin looked at her, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Teacher Yang is indeed a teacher. But since you and Qi Xiaoyan are divorced, it means there were problems between you. I think you understand that Qi Xiaoyan is a genius, and someone like you is simply not suitable for him. But I'm different from you. I entered the Mathematics Department of Imperial University with excellent grades at the age of sixteen. We proved many mathematical propositions together, and I can offer suggestions for his papers. We have many common topics to discuss. What about you? Do you talk to him about Picasso or Da Vinci?"
Yang Wei suppressed the urge of a thousand mythical beasts stampeding through her mind and said calmly, "You're right, you are indeed much better than me in the field of mathematics. Even if the topic is Goldbach, you can still have a very interesting conversation." She paused here and smiled slightly at Song Jin, "But Qi Xiaoyan is looking for a wife now, not a student."
After Yang Wei finished speaking, she didn't care about Song Jin's reaction and got out of the car without looking back. On the way home from school, she cursed Qi Xiaoyan a hundred times in her heart.
After rolling around on the sofa twice, she was still not satisfied, so she picked up her phone and sent a text message to Qi Xiaoyan.
Qi Xiaoyan was writing her thesis when she heard her phone vibrate on the table. She casually tapped it to check.
Baby: (*·ω·)8＜╰ひ╯
Qi Xiaoyan: "..."
After sending the harassing text messages, Yang Wei went to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of noodles. Because of Song Jin, she didn't even feel like cooking. After the noodles were cooked, she picked up her phone and saw a new text message.
Juanjuanzi: ...Are you sure?
Yang Wei burst out laughing at her phone. Did Professor Qi actually understand what that expression meant?!
Yang Wei didn't intend to reply and started eating her noodles. A little while later, Juanjuanzi called. Yang Wei stared at the screen for a moment, then pressed the answer button: "What?"
Qi asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Wei picked up a piece of noodles with her chopsticks, blew on it, and said, "I didn't do anything wrong, but I still have to apologize to you. If I had known you were at Song Jin's house that night, I would never have called you."
Qi Xiaoyan's brows furrowed sharply: "Song Jin came to see you?"
"Yes, she seems very angry because I ruined your plans."
Qi Xiaoyan tightened her grip on her phone, explaining urgently, "Nothing happened between us. We just had dinner that night."
"Hehe, you should go explain to her. I don't want to see her again. That's all. Goodbye, Mr. Qi." Yang Wei hung up the phone after saying that.
Author's Note: Thank you so much, Little Jade Soup angel, for throwing a landmine! Mwah! (づ￣3￣)づ╭?——
31
Song Jin asked the crew for an hour's leave to go to the No. 1 Primary School in the city to find Yang Wei. After returning to the set, she was not in good condition, and the number of takes increased significantly.
Zhang Chengyi, who plays the male lead, said impatiently, "Aren't you supposed to be the academic genius in the entertainment industry? How many times do you need to re-enact such a simple line before you can say it well?"
Song Jin raised her head and looked at him silently: "It was my fault for making a mistake, but don't take your bad album sales out on me."
Zhang Chengyi frowned: "What do you mean? Do you really think that having a title of academic genius makes you superior? That's just the company's marketing strategy."
Seeing that the male and female leads were arguing, the director rushed over to mediate: "Xiao Zhang, you're a male god, mind your manners. And Xiao Song, you're not in good shape, get yourself together as soon as possible."
Zhang Chengyi and Song Jin exchanged a glance and returned to their respective rest areas. The director breathed a sigh of relief; there were still so many students watching outside, and he didn't want to wake up tomorrow to see news about the male and female leads' discord.
As it was getting dark, the director called out "That's a wrap!" and the crew quickly began packing up. Song Jin followed her assistant to the van, and just as she stepped into the car, someone called her name from behind.
Song Jin paused, turning around to see Qi Xiaoyan walking towards her. The orange-red sunset stretched his shadow long behind him, and just a step away from stepping on it, Qi Xiaoyan stopped: "Do you have time? I have something to tell you."
Song Jin pursed her lips slightly and took off her sunglasses: "I'm just about to go home."
Before Qi Xiaoyan could say anything more, the whispers of female students came from not far away: "Isn't that Professor Qi? Does he know Song Jin?"
Song Jin put on sunglasses and quickly got into the car: "Let's get in the car first and talk about it later."
Qi Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, then followed her into the car. The van finally stopped in front of Song Jin's apartment building. Song Jin tapped her fingers lightly on the back of her hand twice, then turned to Qi Xiaoyan and said, "Let's go upstairs and talk?"
Although she used a question, she opened the car door and got out before Qi Xiaoyan could answer. The assistant glanced curiously at Qi Xiaoyan in the rearview mirror, and Qi Xiaoyan glanced at her before also getting out of the car.
Song Jin brewed a pot of coffee and poured two cups, placing them on the table. Qi Xiaoyan sat silently opposite her, showing no intention of drinking. Song Jin chuckled, picked up her coffee cup, and took a sip: "Your expression is so serious, it always reminds me of Professor Joyce. Hmm, you still remember Professor Joyce, right? Although he only stayed here for one semester, he was unforgettable. I still remember his favorite insults..."
"I'm not here to reminisce with you."
Song Jin's eyes flickered, and she put down her coffee cup, remaining silent. After a moment of silence, just as Qi Xiaoyan was about to speak, Song Jin interrupted, "Before you speak, could you please listen to me for a few words?"
Qi Xiaoyan nodded.
Holding the steaming coffee cup in front of her, Song Jin chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Do you know why I entered the entertainment industry?"