With anger simring in his chest, Lin Mo stord straight to Liu Yue’s office and pushed the door open without so much as a knock.
Inside, Liu Yue was holding her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as a sweet smile blood on her face, full of happiness and warmth. Startled by the sudden intrusion, she glanced up, visibly displeased.
“Do you not understand basic manners anymore?” she scolded, her voice sharp with irritation. But when she saw the ss Lin Mo was in—soaked, disheveled, and red-faced—she froze in surprise. “You… what happened to you?”
“I went to Class 113 to teach, and that bastard Wang Haoran rigged a water bucket over the door, sared sothing disgusting on the computer tower, slathered glue on the chair, and even got a bunch of students to throw chalk at my back,” Lin Mo rattled off the accusations one by one, voice brimming with fury.
Liu Yue frowned slightly. “Are you sure it was him?”
“I don’t even know anyone else in that class,” Lin Mo said without hesitation. “He’s the only one I’ve had a conflict with. It couldn’t have been anyone else.”
Liu Yue didn’t argue the point. She rembered Wang Haoran coming to her before about the lecture arrangents, though she hadn’t agreed to anything. After a mont of silent thought, she said, “I’ll have a private word with him.”
“A private word?” Lin Mo stared at her, stunned. Then he pushed, clearly unwilling to let it slide. “He broke classroom rules and attacked a teacher. A student like that should be expelled!”
Liu Yue’s expression grew complicated. She knew Wang Haoran’s actions were beyond inappropriate, but what could she realistically do? He was her seventh sister’s boyfriend, and more importantly, her so-called “husband’s” disciple.
If she went to the administration and pushed for expulsion, it wouldn’t be long before her sister and that man ca knocking on her door to cause trouble. This was a ss she had no intention of stepping into.
“Expelling him is too harsh. I’ll handle it in another way,” she replied vaguely, trying to defuse the situation.
“What do you plan to do then?” Lin Mo pressed, clearly unwilling to drop it.
“These students are getting out of hand. I’ll have them self-study during this period. As for Wang Haoran, I’ll make him clean the entire classroom. If anything’s been damaged, he’ll have to pay for it,” Liu Yue declared, delivering her so-called punishnt.
“That’s it?” Lin Mo blinked, stunned. That wasn’t a punishnt at all. Cleaning? He could have soone else do it for him. As for paying damages—chalk and a chair didn’t cost a thing.
“As a teacher, you should show so tolerance. Be more magnanimous,” Liu Yue said in a tone that left no room for argunt. “It’s his first offense, so let’s not be too harsh.”
“Also, let’s postpone your lecture for now. I’ll deal with those students and get their attitudes straight before considering your return to the classroom.”
With that, she waved him off like she was ushering out an unwelco guest. “Just look at yourself. Hurry back to the faculty dorm and clean up.”
“Class is still in session, so there aren’t many people outside. But if the bell rings and students start coming out and see you like this, how embarrassing would that be? Go, quickly.”
Lin Mo clenched his jaw, feeling deeply wronged.
He didn’t agree with most of what Liu Yue had said, but one thing she ntioned hit ho—he really did need to go clean himself up while the halls were still empty.
If even one person saw him walking around with his rear exposed and his underwear peeking out, he might die of sha on the spot.
Facing Liu Yue directly, she hadn’t seen the full extent of his humiliation. Wanting to salvage the last shred of dignity in front of his goddess, Lin Mo backed out of the room slowly, never turning his back to her.
But the mont he stepped into the hallway, he realized how pointless that was.
Liu Yue didn’t even glance up. After dismissing him, her eyes were already locked on her phone again, her face blooming once more with that warm, glowing smile.
“She’s texting her boyfriend, huh?” Lin Mo guessed to himself with a bitter chuckle.
Aside from that, there really wasn’t another explanation for her strange behavior today.
No wonder she suddenly canceled her plan to observe his class. She was not swamped with work, but was busy flirting on her phone.
In his mory, Liu Yue had always been soone who took her work extrely seriously. But now she was abandoning her responsibilities over personal matters.
Clearly, this boyfriend of hers ant a lot to her.
Realizing this, Lin Mo felt a wave of quiet gloom settle over his heart.
This wall he’d set his sights on… seed much harder to knock down than he had imagined.
Inside the classroom, after Lin Mo stord out in a rage, the students sat ramrod straight, stiff with tension, afraid he might co back with Professor Liu.
But as the period dragged on and no one showed up, they finally relaxed.
Wang Haoran, as usual, remained calm the entire ti. A few minutes after class ended, he found a reason to casually wrap up his chat with Liu Yue.
Then he summoned Liu Hua, Lu Ming, and Wei Zhihang, gathering them around as he gave a few quiet instructions.
From now on, they were to keep a close eye on Lin Mo.
Lin Mo’s Protagonist Halo was over 3,000. Compared to Lin Chen, this guy was practically a walking treasure trove. He could leech off him for a long ti.
More importantly, Lin Mo was just a teaching assistant at Qingling University, which ant his entire activity range was confined to the school grounds. That made him far easier to target than the other protagonists out there.
After classes ended for the day, Wang Haoran left campus and made his way back to the villa, looking forward to a al prepared by Feng Anna.
On the way, he received a call from Yu Ning.
“Young Master, Yan Yuntian has regained consciousness. Yan Feipeng just arrived at the hospital from out of town and is speaking with him now. Feng Rao and Yun Churan have also arrived in Qingling. Yun Xuan already went to pick them up. They should be at the hospital soon,” she reported all in one breath.
“Yun Churan?” Wang Haoran raised an eyebrow.
The news about Yan Yuntian waking up, Yan Feipeng showing up, and Feng Rao rushing to Qingling—none of it surprised him. But the unfamiliar na caught his attention.
“Who’s Yun Churan?”
“Yan Yuntian’s fiancée,” Yu Ning replied.
Wang Haoran couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “That guy sure collects fiancées like trading cards.”
He already knew Yan Yuntian had a few engagents floating around, but still, hearing it again made him shake his head in amusent.
“So what’s the deal with this Yun Churan? I assu the relationship isn’t great? Is she here to break off the engagent too?”
After dealing with Feng Anna and Ning Aoxue, Wang Haoran couldn’t help but think along those lines.
But to his surprise, Yu Ning replied, “Young Master, Yun Churan is different from the others. She’s the daughter of an ancient secluded sect. Her clan’s strength is on par with Fengxi Sect.”
“Yun Churan and Yan Yuntian are a perfect match in status. Out of all his fiancées, she’s the one designated to be his official wife.”
“And most importantly, Yun Churan doesn’t oppose the marriage.”
Wang Haoran raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk creeping across his face.
Doesn’t oppose the marriage?
If Yun Churan knew that Yan Yuntian wasn’t even a normal man anymore, would she still feel the sa?
After Yu Ning finished her report, she quickly ended the call.
Wang Haoran returned to the villa. Just as he stepped through the door, he ran into Feng Xuansu, who looked like she was in a hurry to leave.
“Where are you headed?” he asked, noting her anxious expression.
Feng Xuansu hesitated, then said, “You have to promise not to get mad.”
“Go ahead. I won’t be mad,” Wang Haoran said, already having a rough guess.
“I know you and Yan Yuntian don’t get along,” she said softly. “But in terms of seniority, he’s still my nephew. I just found out that last night a teorite fell and struck his residence. He was seriously injured. I’m going to the hospital to see him.”
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