Doting on Mr. Su (57), my high school teacher, at Tianya Book Club every day

  Fu Chaoyang didn't go to work this morning, and as usual asked me where I was going. I said I was going to school, and he looked at me with a surprised expression: "Unbelievable! My sister actually wants to go to school? Is the sun rising from the south?"

  "I heard our class teacher and department head have both been replaced by a super handsome guy! I've got to see just how stunning he is!"

  "Oh? Admiring a handsome guy?" He gossiped for a moment, then asked with full support: "Give you the car key?"

  I just finished putting on my shoes and opened the door saying "Never mind, I'll drive myself, can't find the teaching building!"

  This is true, last time I drove back to the university for a three-party review meeting, I almost couldn't find the coffee shop, and I really couldn't tell east, south, west, or north apart.

  Spent 120 yuan on a taxi to get to the second district of the academy and still managed to catch the only history class in the afternoon.

  It was a scene I had never thought of before, as if all the girls in the whole school had chosen the liberal arts history class. The large classroom that can hold 200 people was already full even before the class started!

  If it were all girls being so crazy, that would be one thing, but there are at least twenty or more guys in the audience, aren't they afraid of rumors and gossip with such a good male image?

  It turned out I was overthinking things, because when they went to Yang Yu's side, a man asked the person next door: "Are you also here to reserve a seat for your girlfriend?"

  The person next to him nodded with a constipated face: "Brother Ren, you're also suffering, aren't you?"

  Two people suddenly resonated with a strategic alliance, saying that the college recruited too handsome teachers to affect the development direction of university romance. Only then did they show up on the second day, and at least half of the female classmates in the college went crazy.

  I pointed at those two in front and asked Yang Yu: "Is it really so exaggerated?"

  Yang Yu nodded: "That's exactly how exaggerated it is!"

  The bell rang for class, and the teacher with a legendary halo slowly arrived. The whole classroom suddenly fell silent.

  He wore a suit and tie in the style of a teacher's formal uniform, his tall and lean figure even more evident in the well-tailored clothes.

  Wearing a frameless glasses, hair combed back, forehead exposed without any cover, giving people a sense of openness and fearlessness under scrutiny.

  He stood on the podium and introduced himself with courtesy, bowing slightly, and wrote his name on the blackboard.

  This scene makes me feel like I've seen it before, yet it doesn't match that faint memory at all.

  Maybe they're just two people with the same name and surname? After all, I feel completely different, in terms of appearance and temperament, even the whole person is very different, maybe it's just a coincidence that they have the same name and surname.

  The class was only an hour long, and I hadn't focused at all. When the class was dismissed, he was surrounded by a large group of female classmates on the platform, and as I walked down the stairs, I suddenly heard him call out my name with a hint of probing, and subconsciously stopped in my tracks. He then burst out laughing: "It's really you! It feels like just a blink of an eye and we're already close to graduating from university?"

  I think I've pretty much figured out who he is. My history teacher from freshman year, Xia Jianyan, Xia Jianyan, the same person with the same name and surname.

  He said what a coincidence, he had just returned to the country to substitute for a course at the academy and met his former students, asking me how my language scores were so good back then, why I chose history.

  I said because my spoken language grades were too good, I was so proud of myself that I thought I didn't need to study anymore...

  He said I'm still so full of personality, and asked: "How's the Seventh Princess? Later, I heard from teachers at school that she went abroad to study, is she still overseas?"

  "Returned two years ago, but still busy running abroad from time to time!" Then briefly told him about Shen Qiwei and the wedding dress story.

  "He couldn't help but sigh: 'That mischievous little kid from back then has grown into a successful career woman... Time really flies, it feels like just yesterday that I was taking you all for military training.'"

  He was our class counselor in high school and helped Teacher Yang take care of our class.

  I remember one time when our class teacher, Mr. Yang, had an emergency at home and asked for leave, so the responsibility of managing the class fell on Xia Nian's shoulders.

  At that time, Shen Qiwei often couldn't sleep at midnight and would sneak into the dormitory to tell ghost stories. It really gave him a headache and drove him crazy for a long time before he finally caught someone. As it turned out, this young teacher was also very miserable. He stood with Shen Qiwei in the corridor for half the night, listened to more than an hour of ghost stories, and only then did he get to scold her. By that time, Shen Qiwei had already tuned him out.

  The next day I asked her what the teacher scolded her for, but she completely didn't remember.

  That was the first year Xia Jian taught, and he encountered all sorts of weird students in our class, including those who fought and caused trouble, those with a slightly wider family background, and those who played hooky... But overall, even the most mischievous students wouldn't dare to make things difficult for him. His gentle appearance and warm personality often made his advice more effective than the head teacher's in front of the students.

  It's also because he was the youngest teacher in the whole school, so everyone rarely treated him as a teacher, but more like a friend or an older friend. Hanging out together was a common thing.

  There is one thing that must be mentioned, our grade's history was the best in the school's history, and during his teaching period, the average score of history even surpassed Chinese, mathematics and English.

  Unfortunately, the good times only lasted for a year. In the second year, he resigned due to his parents' summons at home. According to speculation by many classmates, it was likely that he went back home to get married. When asked about this, school leaders consistently replied, "Why are you kids so concerned? Just focus on your studies," indirectly and tactfully confirming the rumors.

  As I thought of this, I couldn't help but glance at the hand holding the book, and then look at his hand inserted in his pocket. "After our teacher left that year, we changed to the most senior teacher in the whole school. With a head full of silver hair and not a single black strand, our grades plummeted..."

  "Is it Teacher Song? He's already a professor level, can't you guys understand his lessons?"

  "No, it's just that everyone thinks Teacher Xia and Teacher Song are too extreme in their contrast, making it hard to accept for the time being... However, during Teacher Song's class, more than half of the classmates were indeed sleeping." Including me.

  He couldn't help but laugh: "Your generation, especially your class, are a group of children who follow their hearts. They like which teacher, they like which subject, and if they don't like the teacher, they'd rather hand in a blank paper for that subject. It's clear you can all learn well, but you just won't study hard, and it gave all your teachers a headache throughout the school year."

  No wonder, it's really as he said. The math teacher is not only short but also ugly, and the result is that the average score is always at the bottom every year. During the winter vacation, free tutoring was offered, but except for a few fixed good students, basically no one signed up, and everyone hoped that she would not get the semester bonus.

  He pushed open the glass door of the teaching building with his hand and sighed: "Time flies like a white horse, you've all grown up."

  "Yes, time is indeed unforgiving."

  "Your youth has just begun, what's the hurry to join in the excitement with me?" He said with a hint of amusement, glancing at Yang Yu who was standing not far away. "Is that your companion? Go back, we'll talk another day."

  I bowed deeply to him with great respect, just like in high school, and then bid him farewell.

  He then switched to holding the book with his left hand and raised his right hand to wave at me, just like in high school, with a hint of helplessness towards each student, smiling warmly as he said "study hard".

  I walked out dozens of steps with Yang Yu, and inadvertently turned back, dazedly looking at the place he had passed by, full of desolation.