Chapter 533: Chapter 533 Stalker
Song Yuting turned sideways with a sneer, "Don’t make yourself sound so romantic, as if you’re some tragic hero. You’re just a big pervert. Did you see my white underwear just now?"
Seeing through by Song Yuting, Xu Xiangbei was a bit flustered, and instinctively corrected her, "I didn’t see your white underwear, you were wearing black lace."
As soon as Xu Xiangbei said that, he felt even more embarrassed and quickly covered his mouth. He had inadvertently confessed without needing to.
Song Yuting glared at Xu Xiangbei with piercing eyes, "Pervert, vulgar, you have changed over the years. You’re no longer the Xu Xiangbei you used to be."
Saying that, Song Yuting stormed out, leaving behind a somewhat lost Xu Xiangbei.
Xu Xiangbei locked the door and walked into the bathroom, "Sigh, even taking a shower can be interrupted by a female classmate. Everyone changes. Do I have to always be that pure boy who blushes at the sight of a girl I like? Today is really my unlucky day. Could I be any unluckier?"
After taking a hot shower and changing clothes, Xu Xiangbei regained his suave appearance and returned to the dean’s office.
Dean Sun had to go back to the hospital due to some issues and left a message on Xu Xiangbei’s phone, asking him to teach the students well.
Director Zhao had already prepared the class schedule: four weekends, two classes per day. Dean Li and Dean Qian exchanged a glance, then Dean Li smiled and said to Xu Xiangbei, "Advisor Xu, we’ve arranged a total of 16 classes for you over eight days. The class fee is at the highest rate we offer to guest lecturers, five thousand per class, totaling eighty thousand. How does that sound to you?"
Next to him, Dean Qian smiled and added, "This amount probably isn’t much in Advisor Xu’s eyes, but we’ll also grant you the title of honorary guest professor, a title usually reserved for academicians only."
Honorary professor? Xu Xiangbei laughed, "I’ve never even attended university and I can become a professor here. With the two deans’ high regard for me, I’d be happy to accept. As for the class fee, there’s no point in keeping it. I’d like to donate a million to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, along with the class fees."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two deans and Director Zhao applauded. Dean Qian was somewhat moved, "Advisor Xu, at such a young age, you have such a high level of awareness, indeed admirable."
Xu Xiangbei, needless to say, also knew that unlike Earth Sea University, which is a renowned top university with students flocking to it and ample funding, the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine struggles with tight funding. It’s already commendable that the two deans could offer five thousand per class.
So Xu Xiangbei also donated the eighty thousand class fee.
Originally, there were two classes scheduled for Saturday from 10 to 12, but because Xu Xiangbei went to the wrong campus and wasted half the day, he could only teach one class that morning.
The first class was not about the content, but rather a self-introduction, an opening of boasting and chatting.
Director Zhao gave Xu Xiangbei the classroom address; it was a large class in a lecture hall for senior students.
Xu Xiangbei’s heart was stirred when he calculated that Song Yuting was also in her senior year, he couldn’t help but smile wryly, about to meet Song Yuting again.
Director Zhao led Xu Xiangbei to the lecture hall, smiling as he asked, "Dr. Xu, have you ever taught a class before?"
Xu Xiangbei pulled a face and shook his head; teaching, he didn’t even like listening to classes, "This is my first time teaching."
Seeing Xu Xiangbei’s serious expression with slightly furrowed brows, he supposed Xu Xiangbei had never taught before and was nervous about his first time.
Adjusting his glasses, Director Zhao smiled and comforted Xu Xiangbei, "I was also nervous the first time I stood on the podium. Dr. Xu, you don’t need to be nervous. The kids are very enthusiastic. Don’t think of it as teaching a class; treat them as friends and just chat, sharing the knowledge you know."
Xu Xiangbei sighed softly, it’s not teaching I’m afraid of, it’s meeting my first love again. Emotional entanglements are as messy and hard to untangle as they are to sever.
Ten minutes before class, Xu Xiangbei entered the classroom with a smile, but inside he felt like a whirlwind of emotions. As he scanned the lecture hall seats, not seeing Song Yuting, he was slightly relieved.
Instead of standing on the podium, he stood below it, near the classroom door.
Students with youthful smiles on their faces began entering the classroom, chatting and laughing spiritedly.
Reading at university, filled with visions of the future, swimming in the sea of knowledge and enjoying campus life, is an easy and joyful thing.
Xu Xiangbei watched them enviously; if it weren’t for being forced by his grandfather to practice the heaven-defying eight needles and had instead focused on studying, he would be one of them now.
A cold snort came from the door, "You followed Ting Ting here, get out."
It turns out that the oily-faced Sun Ze came in with a few classmates and recognized Xu Xiangbei, thinking he followed Ting Ting to the classroom.
Xu Xiangbei sneered, "I didn’t follow anyone, you misunderstood."
Song Yuting and Xiao Qing also walked into the classroom, holding books. They immediately spotted Xu Xiangbei and thought of what happened earlier in Teacher Zhao’s dormitory, sitting on Xu Xiangbei, and immediately their faces turned red, even their necks flushed.
"Why did you follow me from the dormitory to here, annoying."
Sun Ze sensed something was off. When meeting Xu Xiangbei at the dean’s office earlier, Song Yuting was composed, unlike her current shy demeanor. Moreover, she said Xu Xiangbei followed her from the dormitory to the classroom. Could it be that during the brief time he was away, something indecent happened between them in the dormitory?
Sun Ze was narrow-minded and highly suspicious. His small eyes darted about, and he suddenly grabbed Xu Xiangbei’s collar, "Kid, what did you do to Ting Ting? Why were you in the dormitory together?"
Xu Xiangbei sneered, "Let go, or suffer the consequences..."
Director Zhao came over with a cup of tea for Xu Xiangbei, only to see Sun Ze grabbing Xu Xiangbei’s collar, preparing for a fight. Director Zhao quickly shouted, "Sun Ze, what are you doing? Let go of Dr. Xu."
Students who enrolled in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine generally aspired to become doctors. Both Song Yuting and Sun Ze had similar aspirations.
In their eyes, being a doctor was a noble profession, unrelated to the stalker before them.
Sun Ze looked at Director Zhao in confusion, not understanding who he meant by letting go of Dr. Xu.
He only knew the boy before him was Song Yuting’s classmate, but not his last name. When Director Zhao sharply reprimanded him to release Dr. Xu, he didn’t register it.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if thousands of needles were wriggling inside, his face turned pale from the agony, and he clutched his wrist, unable to straighten up.
