"First, we should consider the root of this problem. Math is all about the approach. So this is essentially that, and that is essentially this—they’re practically the same thing."
"The slides don’t match our textbooks. This proves nothing, really. Which is why we must focus on studying properly, right?"
"Now, class, eyes on me. Look at this equation on the chalkboard..."
Teacher Wang lectured with relish, utterly absorbed in his own world.
Xia Yan scribbled neatly in his notebook, his handwriting crisp and delicate—a style usually seen only in girls’ penmanship.
Meanwhile, Hua Xin lay slumped on the desk, hood up and mask on, utterly lifeless.
🥺🥱💤😇
She’d already drifted off under the world’s most potent lullaby.
*(Stayed up late last night. Woke up early today.)*
Beneath the mask was an absurdly cute face. The girl seemed to be sleeping even more soundly than at home.
Drool had soaked through her sleeve🤤, as if she were dreaming something delightful.
*"Kukuku... chichi..."*
*"?"*
Xia Yan paused his writing, glancing toward the sound.
Mu Feng was staring curiously—not at him, but at Hua Xin beside him.
Xia Yan glanced at Teacher Wang’s relentless monologue, then sighed and picked up his phone.
He knew it wasn’t just Mu Feng. Everyone felt some curiosity about Hua Xin.
After all, attending class only twice a week was... unusual.
Unfair, in most eyes.
*If she can skip, why can’t others?*
Their class advisor had kept quiet about Hua Xin’s arrangement to protect her from discrimination.
To prevent trouble🚫 and gossip, Xia Yan had prepared a solution😉.
Three days ago, after class, he’d explained it to everyone: *Family circumstances*. He’d phrased it gently.
Thanks to his strong rapport with classmates, all thirty-odd students accepted it.
Most college kids were decent and kind-hearted.
Only a few would blast music at 3 a.m., shake the dorm by jumping off top bunks like gorillas, or video-call their partners while others slept.🤢🤮
**WeChat Group: Peaky Blinders Help Madame Curie Find Radium**
**Xia Yan:** *"Hua Xin’s a good person. Just super shy. I’ll introduce you guys later."*
**Mu Feng:** *"Got it, Yan-ge."*
**Xiang Guan:** *"Don’t introduce her to Mu the Dog. He’ll just drag her into gaming ○."*
**Mu Feng:** *"F*** you."*
**Xiang Guan:** *"Why you yelling at noon, idiot?"*
Xia Yan chuckled, set his phone down, and resumed note-taking.
Suddenly, Teacher Wang’s chalk screeched violently across the board.
Hua Xin: 😨😱😭
Jolted awake mid-dream—where she’d been wining and dining her 2D waifus—Hua Xin lifted her head, shivering as if ants crawled under her skin.
Panicked, she first shook her leg😋.
*(What happened?)*
*(What... heavenly sound was that?😇)*
*(I really... really want to punch him right now.👊🏻😡)*
In reality, she silently turned toward the wall, lifted her mask, and wiped her drool.
*Seething silently.jpg.*
Her legs and arms tingled with pins and needles. She slumped against the wall, weakly.
*So numb. So numb. So numb.*
She tried moving her leg.
*Ew!*😨 *So tingly. So good. So tingly.* She froze. That electric buzz might make her yelp.
She hadn’t forgotten Xia Yan was right there.
And...
She peeked up. The room was full of people.
Men👨🏻.
Women👩🏻.
Old folks👴🏻.
Thankfully, they all sat ahead of her... or she’d already be gasping for air, paralyzed by fear.🥺
Then... she glanced sideways.
Xia Yan rested his chin on his hand, still smiling warmly at her.
His profile was strikingly handsome. His crinkled eyes could melt any lovestruck girl.
Hua Xin snapped her head away, squeezing her eyes shut—not charmed, but seething with envy.
*(And handsome, sunny guys like him.😭)*
*Ugh... so blinding.*
*(Why does his smile hurt my eyes?🥺)*
*(Does he smile like this at everyone?)*
*(Total human radiator. 🖕🏻)*
Hua Xin despised all cheerful, socially thriving guys—especially ones this hot and radiant.
*Obviously he’s ruined countless girls. Probably tried every position too.😭😭*
*Damn it... why don’t shut-ins get love?😡*
*Why must we rot in sewers while others feast in hotels and bars?😭*
Wait...
*Love?🤔*
She remembered her "shuǐ husband."
*Uh-oh...😰*
Grabbing her phone from the desk, she opened their chat—back turned to the room.
The cringey messages still glowed on screen.
*12 a.m.*
**Invincible Cat Paw:** *"Carry me to Master rank."*
**Top 1 Online Good Son:** *"Call me hubby 😘."*
**Invincible Cat Paw:** *"? Call my ass."*
**Top 1 Online Good Son:** *"C’mon, wifey wifey wifey 🥰. Show me the jailer, or just your legs 🥵. Muah muah, wifey."*
**Invincible Cat Paw:** *"...".*
**Top 1 Online Good Son:** *"Nothing? Refund me. We’re done. I knew you only wanted my skills, you moth-to-flame seductress."*
Hua Xin snorted, sitting up—but her numb leg gave way, dropping her back down.
(No need to ask what happened next. Let’s just say she sold her soul for free coaching... and sent a leg pic.)
*Top 1 Online Good Son:* *"Wifey I love you 🥰. Smooches! Taking you to Master this weekend, babe. Patience, meow~"*
Yes. *Meow.*
Teacher Wang’s voice droned on, but Hua Xin tuned it out.
Fuming, she typed a reply—ignoring the real person right beside her.
**Invincible Cat Paw:** *"What’s up, son?"*
*Buzz.*
Xia Yan noticed his silent phone light up mid-lecture.
*Li Advisor? But class is still on...*
He set down his pen, picked it up—and saw a pinned notification from his "Wifey"-labeled QQ contact.
A smile flickered in his eyes.
He wouldn’t admit it, but he had... *preferences*. Feet. Legs. Hands. Faces. Arms. And *other* things.
Hua Xin’s legs and "jailer" had genuinely impressed his high standards😋.
Otherwise, with girls constantly throwing themselves at him, he wouldn’t still be a virgin.
He believed love required fate, deep understanding, aligned values, and mutual affection.
But after seeing her photos...
Facing the wall, Hua Xin read his reply and grimaced.
**Top 1 Online Good Son:** *"Just imagining when you’ll step on me, wifey 🥵."*
