Love Affair: Professor's Hard To Please

Fu Nuan leaned against the man's chest and did not react in time when she suddenly heard him say this.    

It was these few seconds of shock that made Rong Yu's eyes sink.    

"Could it be that you still want to continue receiving love letters?"    

"No, no, no. . . "    

The woman shook her head repeatedly. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't dare!    

"I'll go to school with you tomorrow. "    

From the looks of it, he was going to do it himself.    

"Why don't I do it myself?"    

Fu Nuan thought about it and decided that it was better to handle this matter personally.    

Rong Yu. . . Hmm, the lethality was too strong. She was afraid that the other party would die in battle.    

She thought about it. In the school, other than teachers, there were also students. As for the male teachers in the office. . . It was definitely impossible, unless they were not afraid of offending Prof. Rong.    

Then the rest. . . Could only be the students.    

"Are you sure you don't need me to do anything?"    

"I can solve it!"    

He had already narrowed down the range of the possibility. It wouldn't be difficult to find that person.    

As long as she could find that person and have a good chat with him, the problem would be solved.    

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to trust her for the time being.    

. . .    

The next day.    

Fu Nuan observed the students in the classroom again before class, but she still did not find anything amiss.    

It seemed like. . . She could only use a small trick to make that person appear.    

She did not show any abnormalities during the entire class. She taught as usual, so that the students could discuss and liven up the atmosphere in the classroom.    

However, when class was about to end, she said something that was out of the question -    

"Everyone has been attending my class for some time now. Some of your classmates have been here since last semester. I'm already very familiar with some of you. Thank you for liking my literature class. "    

She swept her gaze across the classroom for a week before continuing, "Recently, I received a few letters from my students. They are very grateful to this student for his love for me and literature class. I wonder if this student can stay after class and have a chat with me? "    

The classroom was completely silent.    

"Alright, that's all for today's class. Class dismissed. "    

After the lesson ended, Fu Nuan stood on the podium and did not leave.    

The students in the classroom left in twos and threes, leaving only three people behind.    

Two of them packed their books and walked in front of her, but they were here to discuss the literature class problem.    

Only the last man in the seat did not get up and leave, sitting in his original position without moving.    

It was a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked very refined. He quietly lowered his head and sat in a corner, as if he was immersed in his own world.    

Could it be him?    

After explaining the problem to the two students, they left.    

Fu Nuan looked up at the boy again and found that he was looking at her. The moment their eyes met, he immediately lowered his head.    

All the students had left. There was only her and him in the classroom.    

"Classmate, the class is over. Are you still not leaving?"    

Fu Nuan asked probingly. She was not sure and could only judge from the boy's reaction.    

The boy was excited and nervous. She. . . She finally saw him!    

"I. . . I. . . "    

He stuttered for a long time. He couldn't say a word, and his face turned red.    

Fu Nuan frowned and walked towards him.    

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, the boy nervously grabbed the corner of his shirt and could not control the excitement in his heart.    

Just now in class, Ms Fu said that she wanted to. . . Want to talk to him!    

At this time, he could not be cowardly!    

When Fu Nuan walked in front of the male student, the other party seemed to have made up his mind and suddenly raised his head to look at her.    

What entered her eyes was a completely red face. It was somewhat familiar.    

She carefully thought about it and searched through her memories for this face. Finally, she remembered the relationship between her and this boy.    

In the class a week ago, Fu Nuan had paid attention to this boy.    

No, to be precise, she had paid attention to his draft book.    

There were some very insightful thoughts written on it, as well as the poems written by the students themselves.    

When she saw it, she asked: "You wrote all of these?"    

The boy was shocked and recovered from his thoughts. He looked at her in panic and nodded.    

"You have a lot of ideas, and your poems are also very well written. "    

Fu Nuan smiled at him and encouraged him. "Such a good original poem, you can share it with your classmates in class and let everyone know your talent. "    

At that time, the boy stared blankly at her for a long time before nodding his head. However, he didn't dare to speak to her.    

Fu Nuan recovered from her thoughts and heard the boy's nervous voice, "Fu. . . Ms Fu!"    

She sat opposite him and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you. "    

Hearing her words, the boy's nervousness clearly lessened by quite a bit, but he still didn't dare to look straight at her.    

She smiled and asked, "What's your name?"    

The boy's mouth opened slightly, and he said his name in a cryptic manner, "H-Hee Ming. "    

Fu Nuan nodded, "The one who wrote me was you, right?"    

Hee Ming was a little embarrassed, but he still nodded and admitted it.    

Seeing that Fu Nuan did not speak for a long time, Hee Ming mustered his courage and looked up at her.    

"I. . . Did I do something wrong?"    

Fu Nuan sighed faintly and said, "No. "    

"Then teacher, do you hate me?"    

"Of course not. "    

Did she show her dislike? This boy seemed. . . To be thinking too much.    

A trace of joy flashed in Hee Ming's eyes. He asked again, "Then do you like me?"    

Fu Nuan:. . . "    

Black lines appeared on her forehead. This little boy's way of thinking was really simple and crude.    

"I'm already married, do you know?"    

"I know. . . But, but I like you!" After Hee Ming finished speaking, his face turned red like a pig's liver.    

Like, there was only one interaction between them. Wasn't this little boy a little too pure?    

Helpless, Fu Nuan could only advise earnestly, "This is just an illusion. Because you rarely interact with others and rarely interact with others. Actually, as long as you take the initiative and interact more with others, you will realize that your feelings towards your classmates and me are the same. Do you understand? "    

What she meant was to tell Hee Ming to take the initiative to interact with others and not mistakenly treat the comfort of being together as liking.    

However, Hee Ming was immersed in his own world. Regarding her words, he caught the wrong point.    

What the teacher meant was. . . He did not take the initiative to write a love letter?    

Then shouldn't he take a step further and be more active?    

He suddenly stood up from his chair, "Teacher, I understand!"    

Hee Ming's eyes were filled with excitement. His face was as red as a ripe tomato. He stared at Fu Nuan and said word by word, "I will work hard!"    

After he finished speaking, he carried his bag and ran out of the classroom, leaving the woman sitting in her original position, confused.    

That posture gave her a scare.    

But. . . Did he really understand what she meant?    

Why did it feel strange?    

I hope he really understands.    

Fu Nuan thought so but the matter did not develop in the direction she thought. Regarding this point, she understood it the next day. . .