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

Fang Yu said calmly, "Isn't it obvious? Of course, I'm giving you utensils. Otherwise, how would you eat breakfast?"

Wang Ming completely lost his temper, throwing his gloves and chopsticks at the ground: "I'm so arrogant! Get me some paper, get me some decent stuff! Are you a poet?!"

Zhou Yao frowned and shook her head: "Six hundred and sixty-six, young master, you're making the Golden Python and then selling it yourself? What a little glutton!"

Wang Ming: "Save your dad! Give me tissues, not chopsticks! Are you even human?"

Seeing the young master howling in pain in the toilet, Fang Yu and Zhou Yao couldn't stop laughing.

After they had finished laughing, Fang Yu handed them a tissue: "This is for you to wipe your mouth. Wiping your mouth after a meal is a basic virtue."

Wang Ming: "Get lost!"

A short while later, the young master came out of the toilet and couldn't help but burp.

Fang Yu, who was sitting in front of the computer typing, teased, "Young Master, are you full?"

Wang Ming: "Get lost! Call me 'Dad' now, and I'll let you use the hot water card I found in the bathroom!"

While eating her noodles, Zhou Yao asked, "What hot water card? Whose is it?"

Wang Ming: "It was left here by a senior from the previous year. I just tried it out and found that this hot water card doesn't deduct any money!"

Fang Yu curiously leaned closer: "Holy crap! What's going on? No charge for taking a hot shower?"

Wang Ming took out a small piece of paper and said, "What's written on it is the Burning Technique left to us by the senior students from the previous year. I heard that the senior student in our dormitory from the previous year was from the School of Information Science. He told us to use it sparingly, or we would be discovered if we were too reckless."

Zhou Yao exclaimed in shock, "Awesome! Unlimited hot water! Perfect, hot water at school isn't cheap..."

Wang Ming laughed heartily: "I noticed it from the window above the toilet. I never expected to see a legacy from my senior!"

Fang Yu: "Could it be that the young master is really a lucky charm? He always manages to encounter such good things."

Just then, Wang Ming's phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

Wang Ming answered the phone and turned on speakerphone: "Who is it?"

A threatening voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Wang, right? Transfer one million to XX Bank, account number 3849... otherwise you'll never see your son again."

Fang Yu and Zhou Yao were speechless as they listened to the phone call.

Are scam calls these days really this bad?

He called a college student and said his son had been kidnapped...

Wang Ming paused for a moment, then said, "My child just passed away two minutes ago. Please don't hurt me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a somewhat apologetic reply: "I'm sorry, please accept my condolences."

Wang Ming sighed, "It's okay, I'm going to wash my hands first, my child is a bit clingy."

A moment later, the person on the other end of the phone snapped: "Fuck you..."

But before he could finish speaking, Wang Ming hung up the phone, saying indifferently, "You're crazy."

Fang Yu: ? ? ?

"I'd like to ask, just how many unbearable things in this world are waiting for me to handle?"

Zhou Yao joked, "Young Master's attitude is something we can all learn from."

Wang Ming revealed a serious expression: "Actually, I'm suited to be a philosopher. I realized a lot of things while I was in the bathroom just now."

Fang Yu asked疑惑地问道, "For example?"

He was very curious about what he could learn from going to the toilet.

Wang Ming's expression turned serious: "If defecating is a kind of loss, then why don't I feel pain? But if you eat it, you'll find that gaining is also a kind of pain; if you only defecate halfway, you'll find that trying to hold on is also a kind of pain; and if I give you the laxative, you'll find that uncontrollable loss is the most painful..."

Fang Yu: ...

Zhou Yao: ...

Starting today, dormitory 3357 has a philosopher! And a philosopher who can even come up with philosophical ideas in the bathroom.

Fang Yu said expressionlessly, "So constipation is its way of trying to keep you here?"

Wang Ming couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "Lao Fang, you have a talent for philosophy too!"

Zhou Yao felt nauseous: "Why do I feel like throwing up after listening to Young Master's philosophy? Newton discovered universal gravitation with an apple, but Young Master only needs to create a golden python to have an epiphany."

Wang Ming said irritably, "What are you saying! Can't a scholar speak a little more politely!"

Fang Yu was utterly helpless.

If I'm assigned to a dorm like this in college, is there any hope left for me with roommates like this?

Forget it, I'd better just focus on writing for now.

As the author who dotes on his fans the most, he has been working hard to update more chapters these past few days. Although the data has been much worse than before, he is still unwilling to give up on his readers.

This is perhaps the author that readers describe as comparable to Eddie Peng.

……

A few days passed quickly; Fang Yu was either in class or on her way to class during those days.

Fang Yu would attend any of Professor Jiang's classes, and he would also go to Professor Jiang's office at lunchtime every day.

Rumors have started circulating throughout the school that Professor Jiang is dating this handsome freshman.

Especially after the rumors surfaced, Professor Jiang did not take any measures to refute them, and even ignored them.

However, since the person in question has not made an official announcement, everyone is still just speculating and dares not draw any conclusions.

This Friday, at 2:30 PM.

After finishing all her classes this week, Fang Yu packed her things in her dormitory and prepared to leave.

He can't wait to go and live with Professor Jiang at his house.

He'd finally made it to the weekend, and tonight he absolutely had to sleep cuddling his sweet, soft wife...

Wang Ming, who was fiercely attacking the Delta Force, took off his headphones and asked suspiciously, "Are you going home again this week? Zhou Yao, who's from Jiangcheng, hasn't gone back. What are you going back for? Are you really that homesick?"

Fang Yu: "Yes, I'm quite attached to my home."

He's married to Professor Jiang, so that should be considered his and Professor Jiang's home.

Zhao Feiye asked doubtfully, "Won't your parents dislike you? If I even think I'm staying at home for more than a day, then every breath I take after that is wrong."

Zhou Yao stretched and said, "Most parents are like this. You can go home often, but you can't stay there all the time. This is good for the relationship between you and your parents."

Fang Yu slung her bag over her shoulder: "Who said I was going back to my parents' house?"

Wang Ming curled his lip: "If you're not going back to your parents' house, where are you going to go?"

Fang Yu honestly replied, "Of course I'm going to live with Professor Jiang. I'm going back to Professor Jiang's house."

Wang Ming sat up abruptly, grabbed Fang Yu's clothes, and exclaimed in shock, "So it's Professor Jiang... Wait? What did you say? You're going to live with Professor Jiang?"

Fang Yu smiled calmly and nodded: "Yes, I am her husband, of course I have to live with her. I even stay with Professor Jiang on weekends now, otherwise Professor Jiang won't be able to sleep well without me..."