I just started college and ended up with a stunningly beautiful professor as my wife.

Upon hearing this voice message, Jiang Niyi, who was lying on her side in bed, blushed even more.

Her legs were crossed, and she couldn't help but roll over. Then, after a while, she rolled over again, repeating this several times, her heart pounding faster and faster.

Goodnight, beautiful lady?

This little pervert is quite good at talking; he has a decent talent for languages.

She listened to it a few more times, then accidentally clicked "favorite," muttering, "I accidentally added it to my favorites, I'm too lazy to cancel it, I'll just leave it like this."

After sending a goodnight message, she turned off the light, lay down, and unconsciously smiled slightly.

I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

On the other side, Fang Yu looked at the goodnight message Professor Jiang sent her and wriggled on the bed like a maggot.

Wang Ming was very smart this time and didn't say anything, otherwise he would have been subjected to another mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

Fang Yu rolled over: "How did you know Professor Jiang said goodnight to me?"

Wang Ming: ? ? ?

"I'm so awesome! Did I ask you? Who asked you? Zero people asked you anything, okay?"

Fang Yu smiled and said, "I thought you asked."

Wang Ming said expressionlessly, "It's very late now, please be quiet."

Fang Yu asked in confusion, "I wasn't making any noise, was I? I was speaking quite softly, wasn't I?"

Wang Mingsheng said dejectedly, "But your happiness is bothering my eyes!"

Zhou Yao teased from the bed, "If you keep being so happy, someone's going to elbow the concrete floor."

Zhao Feiye: "This is great news! It means we can all get into graduate school without taking the entrance exam."

Wang Ming broke down: "Am I just a guaranteed spot in graduate school in your eyes? Is this how you treat your father? I'm so disappointed! You're all a bunch of ingrates!"

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The next morning, Monday, at 8 a.m., was Professor Jiang's class.

Since the first class, when the students in several classes learned that Professor Jiang had become their subject teacher, not only did no one arrive late, but they also had to fight for the first row every time.

Although Professor Jiang's lectures are very intimidating, she teaches very well and in a way that is easy to understand. Most importantly, she is beautiful, and you can smell her perfume as she walks by.

The four of them arrived at the classroom ten minutes early.

Wang Ming couldn't help but complain, "We're late again! We can only sit in the last row! These guys were born here, even arriving ten minutes early couldn't get a seat!"

Zhou Yao echoed, "Yes, the back row is never empty during other classes, but the front row is never empty during Professor Jiang's class."

Fang Yu didn't care. As the class representative, he could sit anywhere. Anyway, he would go to Professor Jiang's office to flirt... no, to give him one-on-one tutoring after class.

"You all take open classes, but I have to go for private tutoring after class."

"Gan Lin's mother! You try going to Versailles!" Wang Ming broke down. "You deserve to die! You can go to Professor Jiang's office every day."

"I feel like you've picked up Professor Jiang's scent. Let me smell it."

"Get away from me! That's disgusting!"

Fang Yu pushed away Wang Ming, who was pressed against him, feeling as if he had been defiled.

Zhou Yao: "At first, the young master only thought you smelled nice, but later he gradually developed different feelings in his heart."

Wang Ming pushed up his non-existent glasses, licked his lips, and revealed a lewd smile. "Professor Jiang likes you, right? Then I'll get you before she does."

Startled, Fang Yu immediately stood up from his seat: "Brother, stop it!"

Zhao Feiye clapped his hands: "Six hundred and sixty-six! There's even a Minotaur storyline!"

Just as the group was fooling around, the classroom suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Niyi walked in through the door carrying her lesson plan, her gaze sweeping lightly over the entire room.

She wore a black French-style high-neck off-shoulder top, revealing one shoulder and neck line, with a clear and beautiful collarbone. The fabric hugged her figure, making her waist look slender and neat.

She wore a pair of dark blue low-rise flared jeans, the waistband just hitting her hips, revealing a small section of her slender waistline. Her hair was pulled back, with a few wisps falling beside her cheeks. Her face had little expression, a cool demeanor that exuded an unintentional maturity, and she had the aura of a mature older sister.

Her gaze swept across the entire room before settling on Fang Yu in the last row.

Fang Yu noticed Jiang Niyi's gaze and smiled at her.

Her expression remained unchanged, but she was secretly sneering inwardly.

There are only two classes a week, and she, as the class representative, is sitting at the back?

Fang Yu had no idea what the other person was thinking; his mind was entirely on Professor Jiang's outfit today.

You know, he likes this mature and alluring style the most, it gives him a feeling of conquering the older sister or being conquered by the older sister.

Jiang Niyi averted her gaze, lowered her head, and opened her lesson plan: "Everyone, open your textbooks. Today we're going to talk about..."

For Fang Yu, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the lesson just because the teacher was good-looking.

Since he happened to be sitting in the back this time, he promptly took out his phone and started playing.

Wang Ming stared at him in shock: "Lao Fang, you're not listening to Professor Jiang's lectures? Don't you like her?"

Fang Yu said calmly, "I like her as a person, not the Modern Chinese course. I finally get to sit in the back, am I even a college student if I don't use my phone during class?"

Wang Ming: "That makes sense! But I still have to attend class, otherwise I'll be doomed if I fail."

Fang Yu laughed and said, "Even the class representative isn't listening, what are you going to listen to?"

Wang Ming rolled his eyes at him: "A crook, a gigolo, I, on behalf of Dorm 3357, despise you!"

Jiang Niyi, who was giving a lecture, never took her eyes off Fang Yu, and naturally noticed the person's actions just now.

Interestingly, no one dares to use their phone in her class.

You skipped class last time, you're playing on your phone this time, what do you want to do next time?

She walked to the back row as she lectured.

Fang Yu suddenly felt something was wrong, a chill ran down her spine, and she quickly and nonchalantly put her phone in the drawer.

Jiang Niyi looked at Fang Yu, who had just put away her phone and was pretending to listen to the lesson attentively, and the corner of her mouth turned up slightly.

To others, she still had the same cold expression as before, and she walked over to Fang Yu's side.

"Why did Professor Jiang come down? Wasn't she always lecturing up there?"

"Wow! Professor Jiang really does leave a Chanel-like scent wherever he goes!"

"Is the class representative sitting in the back today? Come to think of it, he's Professor Jiang's only male class representative, right? I'm so damn envious! If I could be Professor Jiang's class representative, I'd rather drive a luxury car and live in a villa."

Jiang Niyi: "Since we've talked so much, I'll randomly pick someone to answer a question."

Fang Yu had a bad feeling.

She glanced around at the people, then pretended to think seriously and said, "Let's pick a boy surnamed Fang, wearing white and sitting in the back row. Do we have any boys like that in our class?"

Fang Yu's vision went black.

You might as well just call me by name!