Chapter 535: Chapter 535 A Vague Feeling
Song Yuting cautiously watched Gu Xiangyi, unsure of the relationship between this woman and Xu Xiangbei. From her high-end Prada cashmere suit and the limited edition LV bag in the passenger seat, she could tell this woman was very wealthy.
Gu Xiangyi pushed open the car door and got out. Her crystal shoes, freshly purchased from the number one store on Champs Elysees Street in France, sparkled in the sunlight, making her fair little feet appear even more exquisite.
A few male students passing by stared intently in this direction. Even though they hadn’t seen Gu Xiangyi’s face, they could already tell from those delicate little feet that a beauty was about to emerge from the car.
Gu Xiangyi wore a confident smile on her face, her radiant expression accentuated as she swished her jet-black hair like a waterfall. One male student stared at her so intently that he didn’t see the steps in front of the lecture hall and fell abruptly, scattering his books everywhere.
Gu Xiangyi cast a sympathetic glance at the male student.
Song Yuting bit her pink lip, suppressing her excitement as she asked, "Do you have anything you need from Dr. Xu? He’s teaching a class right now and can’t see you. I can pass along a message for you."
Seeing Song Yuting’s anxious expression, Gu Xiangyi let out a casual smile. Though Song Yuting and Gu Xiangyi were about the same age, Gu Xiangyi had been navigating society for years, and both her poise and knowledge far exceeded Song Yuting’s.
She first glanced up and down at Song Yuting. Not bad looking, she was pure and adorable. I used to be like that, but time is unforgiving, molding me from a naive, innocent girl into a different type of girl.
Gu Xiangyi said plainly, "He’s my friend. Please tell him that I have returned his car."
Song Yuting and Xiao Qing exchanged a surprised glance, no longer doubting Xu Xiangbei’s identity. For some reason, Song Yuting felt a surge of jealousy, not expecting Xu Xiangbei to have such a beautiful girlfriend.
Xiao Qing gently stroked the mirror-like sleek surface of the car, full of envy as she said, "Is this Dr. Xu’s car? It’s so beautiful. I wish I could have a car like this someday."
Gu Xiangyi was indifferent: "Is this car beautiful? I think it’s ordinary. I have one too. Although it’s the same model and style, and everything is exactly the same, I find mine more comfortable to drive."
Xiao Qing grinned ingratiatingly, "Sister, you’re not a local, are you? Your clothes are really nice."
Song Yuting knew that Xiao Qing’s face, fond of the rich and disdainful of the poor, was about to show, and she pulled her back to the lecture hall: "You don’t even know her, don’t go stretching your mouth."
Xiao Qing was full of admiration, yearning: "Her clothes are really nice, I love her bag, and her cosmetics, the smell is so lovely."
"Tch, such shamelessness. You just love the rich and look down on the poor. What’s so great about having a bit of money?"
"You don’t understand. I take her as a role model. One day, I want to be like her, wearing crystal heels and driving a Porsche to the campus."
When Song Yuting returned to the classroom, she found it had become quite lively. Many girls were vying to ask Xu Xiangbei questions, and even their seating had changed.
Senior year is when a girl’s beauty flourishes. After three years in college, girls start to enhance their appearance, transforming from naive freshmen into fashion-conscious young women.
They are like doves ready to spread their wings, about to leave campus and enter society, and they admire the charismatic Xu Xiangbei the most.
Those girls dressed fashionably, with light makeup, filled the front rows, frequently casting flirtatious glances toward Xu Xiangbei, yearning to move their chairs onto the podium and sit next to him.
The girls chattered and asked Xu Xiangbei questions like sparrows. However, they didn’t ask academic questions but rather trivial ones, especially the class belle Lin Wanyi, who wouldn’t let go of Xu Xiangbei, much like a fluttering butterfly.
"Dr. Xu, where do you live?"
"Dr. Xu, what’s your favorite color?"
"Dr. Xu, you have a girlfriend, don’t you?"
Returning to the last row, Song Yuting and Xiao Qing couldn’t believe their eyes. These female students were too brazen, too direct. This was no longer a classroom but had turned into a dating show stage.
The two of them sat in the last row in quiet seclusion, suddenly feeling a sense of being forgotten by the world. Xiao Qing wanted to move forward, but Song Yuting grabbed her hand.
Song Yuting snorted from her nose, glaring at Xiao Qing as if to say, sit tight, don’t move forward.
Xiao Qing, helpless, could only sit obediently with some reluctance.
Quickly, the lecture hall transformed into a chat room scenario, seemingly catalyzed by hormones, with the class belle Lin Wanyi being the most upfront.
Lin Wanyi held a fountain pen between her slender, fair fingers, raising it high as she sent longing glances: "Dr. Xu, can you demonstrate how you check a pulse?"
Everyone knew she wasn’t really interested in learning about pulse-checking; she intended to create an excuse for skin-to-skin contact with Xu Xiangbei.
Seeing Lin Wanyi’s fair and tender skin, as smooth as water, Xu Xiangbei couldn’t help but feel a slight distraction, showing a wicked smile.
He suddenly remembered he was still in the classroom, serving the role of a teacher on the podium. He collected his smile, feigned decorum, and smiled faintly as he said, "Well, it’s like this..."
Xu Xiangbei spoke eloquently but was interrupted by Lin Wanyi, who blinked her eyelashes and said coquettishly, "Dr. Xu, I can’t fully grasp what you’re saying. How about I come onto the podium, we do it together, that way I’ll understand and remember it better."
"On the podium, doing that? So straightforward?"
"Yes, let’s do it together on the podium, don’t you like the idea?"
Xiao Qing slapped her thigh in anger: "Oh my god, this girl is outrageous, relying on her looks to snatch your ex-boyfriend, and talking so licentiously, wanting to do it on the podium, doesn’t that anger you?"
Song Yuting maintained a composed demeanor: "Why should I be angry? He’s not my ex-boyfriend. Our relationship wasn’t love, just the stirrings of young affection, an early infatuation, pure and innocent. But once past a certain age, this vague love is like a rainbow bubble, easily crushed by the harsh reality."
Xiao Qing interrupted Song Yuting’s explanation, angrily saying: "Look at that shameless Lin Wanyi, she’s actually on the podium. Look at her licentious expression, she’s disgracing us girls."
Song Yuting glared at Xiao Qing, speaking in a thoroughly analytical and calm tone: "Don’t talk about others. If you got on the podium, you’d probably be even more licentious than her."
