Chapter 2: I was a student at the time

"Yesterday was already the seventh day of his life!!!"

.

The keyboard stops playing, and He Yu gets up from his desk in the faculty dormitory.

In the living room of the less-than-sixty-square-foot house, which was separated by a wall, the old television set was still playing a lengthy poetry variety show, accompanied by the sound of rustling snowflakes when the signal was bad.

The couch is still the same as in the story, the refreshments, the box of cookies, it's all still there.

But the clock on the wall was eight-nine, and the streetlights were on outside, not late at night. It was summer time, the air was damp and stuffy, moths were circling and swirling under the lamps, mosquitoes were flying low, and the rain had not yet fallen.

The teenager left the small study in the faculty dormitory and pushed his way out, the light slanting in through the dirty windowpanes, making the whole space a little unreal, unreal more than the story he had just finished writing.

A young woman lay on the couch, the air conditioning turned down low, and she fell asleep under a coral-fleece blanket, in front of her were several tissues that had been wiped from her eyes and nose.

He Yu said, "Wake up."

"Well ......"

"Get up."

"Don't make any noise ...... I didn't sleep much at all ......" the young woman grunted sleepily, smacking her lips twice, "Lie down a little longer ......"

He Yu was about to say something else when the variety show in front of the TV started to introduce old movies.

"Everyone has a Brokeback Mountain in their heart ......"

He paused his service to wake her up and reached for the remote to change the channel.

He Yu hates gays.

"Welcome, viewers, to our medical wellness program -"

Change the channel again. He Yu also hates doctors and hospitals.

"In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and he was a vivid butterfly ......"

Let's just give it a pass and not change it this time; with his tastes, it barely works as a background soundtrack.

He Yu put down the remote control board, glanced at the woman still snoring on her back, and turned to go inside the kitchen, opening the greasy refrigerator, his face illuminated by the lighting.

He swept through the refrigerator stock a few times and pulled out two eggs, a piece of ham, and hunted for a bowl of overnight leftovers, then he raised his voice and asked the still-sleeping woman in the living room, "Xie Xue, do you have any green onions here? I didn't find any."

The woman didn't move.

"Make you Yangzhou fried rice."

After a moment of silence outside the room, He Yu looked back again to see that the young woman had somehow gotten off the couch and peeled over to the kitchen, "...... That'll be two eggs with a large piece of lunch meat."

Again, hesitantly, I asked, "Would you?"

He Yu rolled up his sleeves and turned back to smile warmly, "Sit outside and wait. It won't be long."

The woman named Xie Xue wandered off to another room.

She saw the open computer in the den and sat down to skim through the word, "He Yu! Are you using me as a prototype?"

The range hood is loud, and He Yu asks, "What?"

"I said--! Are you - using me - as a prototype?" Xie Xue came out holding his computer, "This, Mr. Xie from Ghost Story!"

"Oh." The teen was quiet for a moment, cracking an egg and grinning, "Yeah. You're just who I imagined."

"Art comes from reality, Mr. Shea."

"But you wrote that you have a crush on me?"

"...... Art is different from reality, Mr. Shea."

But he lied about the last sentence.

He does have a crush on her.

He Yu and Xie Xue have known each other for more than ten years.

Xie Xue, who is five years older than him, is in her first year as a choreography instructor at the HUFS College of Fine Arts, and He Yu has become a student in her class.

When Xie Xue saw the roster of freshmen choreographers and directors, she surprised He Yu on WeChat: "There's no such thing as a coincidence! In the two choreography classes I'm teaching, there's actually a boy whose name is exactly the same as yours!"

He Yu was sitting in the window seat with his hand on his chin, staring at the flickering lights outside the tarmac, when his cell phone dinged and the familiar avatar popped up. He looked at the message from the girl he had been secretly in love with for ten years, and was just about to reply when the announcement came over the radio that the flight crew had requested that the communication equipment be turned off.

He Yu thought sideways, didn't reply to her, and turned off his cell phone.

Where are the coincidences in this world?

Stupid.

Of course he worked hard for it.

-- very different from the story that He Yu made up himself.

He, a teenager, was not only not poor, but also not ugly; he was very handsome, the son of a pharmaceutical giant's family, born with a golden key. He went to high school abroad, but when he learned that Xie Xue had graduated from college and obtained a teaching certificate and became a lecturer at HUFS, He Yu spent less than half an hour thinking about it, and then logged on to the official website for admissions to the College of Fine Arts at HUFS in China.

A few months later, the HUAC School of Art opened.

However, Mr. Xie Xue, the new official, is still too young to know the dangers of the workplace.

Jiang Liping, the counselor in charge of the first, second, and third classes of freshmen choreographers, is a notorious oddball at the school. It is said that this person is not learned, to cultivate no cultivation, all rely on and school managers to sleep, only in the school to get a free job. Jiang teacher looks gorgeous and beautiful, and does not take the color to serve as a shame, all day sashaying in broad daylight and the school board to engage in ambiguity, and all the female students and teachers are quite good-looking with obvious hostility.

When Xie Xue rushed to class with her laptop in hand, she saw Jiang Liping in a red dress on the floor, occupying the podium and handing over notes to the new students.

"Excuse me, Ms. Jiang, the first class has already started ...... " Xie Xue tried to remind her.

Who was surprised when the other waved his hand, "Wait a minute, morning study time is too short, and I still have the last two requests left to make."

I don't know if it's deliberately difficult, Jiang Liping's last two points spoke for fifteen or six minutes before the end: "Well, I'm going to urge that's all, do not delay you in class. That ...... sorry, did not remember the new teacher your last name, do a good job, do not be nervous."

Ms. Jiang stepped on five or six inches long scarlet high heels cackling and cackling away, Hong Kong style ancient charm of the long skirt behind her proudly raised the red wave, leaving Xie Xue gray and honestly holding the computer to the podium.

It's fucking killing me.

It was fine if Jiang Liping didn't say anything, but when she did, Xie Xue really swallowed nervously.

Most of the students at the prestigious university have outstanding abilities and are not easy to convince, so their trust in the young teachers is not as high as that of the old professors, not to mention that Jiang Liping had eerily stomped on Xie Xue before he left.

The group of humanoids immediately understood, oh, so the teacher of their class was a trainee teacher whose name even the counselor hadn't remembered yet.

What's wrong with that? Even though Xie Xue had three fires in her chest, she couldn't stop a large classroom of students from drooling. It took only ten minutes for Mr. Xie, a newcomer to the workplace, to go from confident to stuttering, and then he began to feel dizzy and weak.

So she didn't even notice the tall male student sitting in the last row of the large classroom, lazily twirling his pen and leaning back in his chair to watch her.

"Hello students, I'm your choreography teacher, my last name is Xie Xue. that ......"

The student didn't buy her argument, "Teacher, how old are you?"

"Why don't you join us in ordering a milk tea, sis?"

"Teacher you look younger than me ......"

Xie Xue saw that the scene was somewhat out of control, and could not help but be at a loss for words, so he could only pretend to be ruthless like a paper tiger: "Quiet! I'm not messing with you guys. You in college, must not let down their youth, to study hard knowledge. Plus realistic, I'm a very strict person, not good to talk, to the students sentenced to fail the odds far more than my other colleagues. You all grow a mind of your own, don't not take my words seriously."

He Yu couldn't help but lower his head and laugh out loud, that smile falling to the corners of his lips and hooking them casually-

She's just a dumb ass.

The students in the classroom were silent, looking at her like monkeys, and some of the boys just sighed, packed their bags, and just left.

"Hey! Classmate! You--"

"Teacher, I can't fail the class even if you're mean. I still have a date with my girlfriend, so I'll go first."

"It's really interesting, HU actually recruits this kind of intern who threatens people to listen in class by flunking out, we didn't get into this university with thousands of troops and thousands of horses to do mouse experiments for the new teacher, did we? Why are you leading our class and Prof. Shen is in the next class? I'm going to write a letter of complaint to the principal, so I won't accompany you."

Xie Xue was embarrassed.

Although he calmly asked the names of the students and deducted their marks with a small board, Xie Xue was obviously devastated and could not return to his senses for half a day, and the contents of the prepared courseware were also forgotten in a mess, and after half a day's speech with no paper and no donkey, it was hard to end up with the interactive session which was expected to be very interesting, but nobody was willing to come up to the stage and cooperate with us.

"Teacher, I'll do it."

Just when she could barely hold in her tears and was almost about to run away, a boy's voice suddenly came from the last row of the classroom.

Xie Xue was so tortured that she didn't even realize how familiar that nice voice sounded, and was directly grateful for the sound and looked for help.

Then she looked at the boy she hadn't seen in three years, and Xie Xue's mouth opened wide in a moment of unimaginable surprise, "He, He Yu?!!!?!"

The boy sat in front of the desk, his eyebrows fresh, hooked smile, lips thin and distinctive, some harsh, and some evil, like the moment when the teenager Liu Jianming raised his head to look at the drunken Mary in Infernal Affairs, with the hesitancy of a young boy who has found his prey, and the insatiable appetite of desire.

He raised an eyebrow, "It's been a while, Mr. Shea."

--

That's just the way it is.

After returning to the dormitory, Xie Xue couldn't hold it together and began to cry loudly. He Yu liked her, but he was a bit short of words and wasn't very good at consoling her, and actually said to her, "Then you can cry by yourself first, and I'll go to your study to write a story for a while. I'll come out again when you're not upset and have dinner with you."

"He Yu do you know how to coax people!!!"

"So am I going to finish the homework you assigned?"

"...... you go."

But by the time He Yu finished writing the story, Xie Xue had already cried herself to sleep.

He was in no hurry to wake up after shouting.

Xie Xue likes to eat first and sleep second. As long as she is given delicious food, she will be able to get out of bed quickly. This will not change even if she becomes a college teacher.

Fifteen minutes later.

"...... What is this?"

Looking down at the slimy "fried rice with ham and egg" he served, the boy was a little embarrassed and said to his teacher with a particularly high sense of pride: "Can't you read, Yangzhou fried rice."

"You call this Yangzhou fried rice?"

"...... Then you don't eat forget it, I'll order a takeaway." With a stern face, the boy picked up his cell phone and searched for a top rated restaurant, however, while still filling in the delivery address, the doorbell of the faculty dormitory rang.

He Yu raised his almond eyes, "What. A coworker looking for you?"

"No ah, I haven't even gotten acquainted with them yet." Xie Xue put down her chopsticks and looked up at the clock, "It's this time of the day, who could it be ......"

She said as she slipped on her slippers and ran to the foyer.

After a few seconds--

"Brother!" Xie Xue's surprised voice came from the doorway, "Why are you here? Aren't you working late today?"

"......!!!"

A "brother" word, thunderbolt shocked the heavens, He Yu original somewhat gangly, but also some absent-minded laziness look was instantly broken, countless dark memories in the flash of lightning quickly ran through the entire arc of his reflexes.

He immediately got up, and as soon as he did, he copied the miserably disgraceful fried rice from the table and quickly headed for the kitchen trash can.

But too late, Xie Xue took her big brother into the house on her arm.

"Brother, I haven't had a chance to tell you yet, He Yu has returned to China, he's actually a student in my class now, he's sitting in the room, you two haven't seen each other for a long time, have you?" Xie Xue called out to him, "Where are you going with your plate? --Hey, He Yu!" Xie Xue called out to him, "Where are you going with the tray?"

"......"

Forget it.

Since we're all back home, we're always going to meet him again.

He Yu stood with his back to them, gathering all the real emotions from his face before he slowly turned back to them, his posture gentle and graceful.

Compared to the big brother of the Xie family in front of him, who was a full thirteen years older than himself, the aura didn't seem to be any less impressive.

He looked towards the man whose eyebrows bore a threefold resemblance to Xie Xue, the head of the Xie family's household.

Then the boy backhanded the back of his neck and squeezed the back of his neck, over his brow, pausing slightly, "It's been a long time, Dr. Shea. ...... You seem ......"

He scrutinized him.

That man is still the same as before, his eyebrows are cold, his facial lines are sharp and hard, and he has a very aggressive face profile. His eyes look good, and Xie Xue similar, a pair of peach blossom eyes, for anyone who has such a pair of eyes will look very charming, but he is great, he is a hard interpretation of what is called by the heart, thousands of miles of peach blossom pools can be frozen into the basal ice by him, brother and sister are obviously the same exact eyes, Xie Xue can be very delicate, he is not charming, pupil water ice cold, condensed with the refusal to be outside the temperament of a thousand miles, the whole person are cold, hard and tall. The whole person is cold, hard and tall.

Very domineering, very dictatorial air. Like a grand master in a feudal and authoritarian family, it would be better to match his pale face with a set of black velvet sable fur with a lot of aura, and then two warlord silver pendant chains at the lapel, and it would be all set.

He Yu smiled warmly at last, but there was little laughter in his eyes:

"You seem to be as young as ever, quite young, not old in sight."