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

……

It's 6:30 p.m.

Fang Yu stretched lazily: "I've finally finished today's writing task. It wasn't easy. Hopefully, the readers won't criticize it for being short and weak now, right?"

Zhao Feiye said with a smile, "You've been writing for two and a half hours. You're really a responsible and dedicated author. You can pack up now; we still have to go to the selection later."

Fang Yu nodded: "Okay, I'll change my sneakers right away."

He checked his phone; Professor Jiang hadn't replied to his message and was still on the one he'd sent.

Is Professor Jiang angry? Because I didn't go to keep her company tonight?

It's unlikely. He must be overthinking it. He probably went to class and forgot to reply to the message.

But what if he really gets angry? Aren't you going to comfort Professor Jiang?

Do you really want Professor Jiang to come and watch you play?

Fang Yu's left and right hemispheres are now fighting each other, with two little people arguing inside her head.

He quickly shook his head.

He planned to go see Professor Jiang after the selection process was over. Although he didn't think Professor Jiang would be upset about such a small matter, he felt it was better to be on the safe side and at least show that he valued it.

This is what Zhou Yao said: letting the other person know that you value her will make her heart flutter and be moved.

"Young master, stop watching your anime and get ready to head to the court."

"I'll go with you guys," Zhou Yao said, who was playing a game. "I'm free in my dorm anyway, so I'll come over and cheer you on."

Fang Yu teased, "Why don't you wear a wig, Yao-jie? Pretend you're the young master's girlfriend. Those guys will be devastated to see someone like the young master has a girlfriend of this caliber. That way, the young master will have an even better chance of being selected."

Wang Ming licked his lips: "Sure, bro, you smell good, but I think they might beat me to a pulp."

Zhou Yao was already quite good-looking, with fair and delicate skin.

People might joke that boys are sweet and soft, but Zhou Yao is genuinely sweet and soft. When he dresses as a girl, he gives boys the feeling of finding their ideal woman. He gets asked for WeChat by more than a dozen boys when he walks down the street.

Zhou Yao rolled her eyes, took two steps back, and crossed her arms. "Oh my god, sis, I'd rather die than cross-dress, let alone pretend to be someone's girlfriend. Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit!"

Wang Ming: ? ? ?

"Seriously, what do you mean by 'pretending to be my girlfriend makes me sick'? Are you even good enough for me?"

"I am a handsome and dashing young master, a rare breath of fresh air at Jiang University. You're getting the better end of the deal by pretending to be my girlfriend, you know that?"

Zhou Yao said sarcastically, "I never expected that there would be such a beauty in our dormitory. I will definitely put your photo in this year's Top Ten Campus Hunks competition."

Wang Ming: "Squeeze your butt tight tonight, don't let me find a chance."

Fang Yu interrupted their bickering: "Ahem, although I really don't want to disturb your flirting, it's getting late, the selection will start in twenty minutes."

Zhou Yao: "Who would flirt with someone as dead as him?"

Wang Ming: "Tch, you think I want to talk to this effeminate guy?"

They both glared at each other, then turned their faces away, simultaneously letting out a disdainful "Hmph!"

Fang Yu and Zhao Feiye exchanged a glance and both laughed helplessly.

These two are the life of the party in the dorm. They bicker from morning till night without stopping. If it weren't for the fact that they are both straight, their relationship might have taken a strange turn.

Twenty minutes later, the four of them arrived at basketball court number one.

This is the selection venue for the School of Humanities Freshman Cup.

Compared to other colleges, the School of Humanities had relatively few male students participating in the Freshman Cup.

There's no way around it; the Faculty of Arts is overwhelmingly female, with men making up only 20% and the rest being women.

There were fifty boys who came to the selection, including quite a few with average basketball skills, but they thought it was a good opportunity for the girls in the college to showcase themselves, so they came to give it a try.

Zhou Yao exclaimed in surprise, "There are so many people on the court! The other courts seem to be selection trials for other colleges, right? There are so many dark-skinned people on court number three, they must be from the sports college, right?"

Wang Ming teased with a mischievous grin, "You're not falling for him, are you? I didn't expect our Sister Yao to like this type. She looks like she's in great shape, isn't she?"

Zhou Yao's face darkened: "Get out!"

Fang Yu teased in the accent of Yang Yuhuan from the Chinese server: "My goodness, sister, can you please stop teasing Yao Jie? You'll get angry and make her suffer a lot."

Wang Ming: "He said he didn't mention you? You didn't call Professor Jiang to the stadium, did you?"

Fang Yu: "No, what's wrong?"

Wang Ming: "If you let Professor Jiang come to the stadium to see you, with so many people here, you'll definitely become the center of attention. Those jealous people will probably knock you flying, won't they?"

Fang Yu: "Can you please stop thinking so badly of people?"

Zhao Feiye: "This is a good thing! Professor Jiang will definitely be worried if the prison guard is injured. Won't that give them a chance to be alone together?"

Fang Yu said expressionlessly, "Can't you guys wish me well for once? Do you have to make me get hurt?"

Wang Ming: "You really didn't shout?"

Fang Yu confidently assured him, "Don't worry, Professor Jiang won't come to watch me play. She doesn't understand it, so why would she come?"

Wang Ming: "You almost got me into a good time, kid. The prettiest female professor in the whole school was cheering you on from the sidelines, she must hate you to death!"

The selection coach from the School of Humanities blew his whistle: "All freshmen from the School of Humanities participating in the Freshman Cup, come over here... the selection process will begin now..."

The selection process for the Faculty of Arts has officially begun.

First, they used the most basic dribbling, shooting, and passing skills to eliminate some players with poor fundamentals. The remaining twenty players were divided into four groups to play the entire game.

The coach selected eleven players based on their performance.

Fang Yu, Zhao Feiye, and Wang Ming were assigned to a group, along with two students from other classes.

Meanwhile, on the other side, not far from the basketball court.

Li Shuangshuang was utterly dejected: "Why did you bring me along to watch your crush play basketball?"

Jiang Niyi said calmly, "What crush? Don't talk nonsense, it's just a normal teacher-student relationship."

Li Shuangshuang's face darkened: "Ordinary? Ordinary people often act cute and affectionate with you in the office? Don't treat me like an idiot, okay? Do I look that stupid?"

Jiang nodded in resignation: "Yeah, it's silly."

Li Shuangshuang scratched her head and said, "Ugh! I hate you! I despise you! You're not my sister anymore! You secretly went to see other men behind my back and even dragged me along to accompany you!"

Jiang Niyi said earnestly, "As a teacher, it is my duty to cheer on my students, which is perfectly reasonable."

Li Shuangshuang looked completely bewildered: "What's reasonable about it? Excuse me, what's reasonable about it?"