Hua Knew Nothing

Choosing to start the new semester during an increasingly harsh winter is truly torturous. Putting aside the freezing cold outside, getting up early for class in this weather is a difficult task.

Fu Hua Awakened at six o'clock in the morning as usual. For her, who has a regular biological clock, waking up early is not something worth making an effort to do.

As the sound of dripping water falling on the Mind Lake slowly faded away, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

The sunlight streaming onto the bed flowed like milk. Fu Hua stretched out her long, slender hand to shield herself from the light. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and the scenery seen through her fingers seemed to be fragmented into a different picture by the light spots.

Fu Hua recalled the events of last night once more. Her lips unconsciously pursed slightly, and she closed her eyes, letting herself indulge in the enchanting moments that had unfolded on that bench.

The boy's breath through the fabric sent shivers down her delicate skin. In the brief moment of her brain burning, she unconsciously tightened her embrace, pressing her soft breasts into a semi-circular shape.

Moonlight spilled onto Su Qing'an's dark hair, and his suddenly reddened earlobes evoked a feeling of tenderness in the girl's heart. The coolness of her fingertips could not overcome the warmth of the boy's neck; the slightly warm touch was like a soft feather falling into her heart, telling a silent story.

Su Qing'an looked really cute with her head buried in her chest.

You are not allowed to be sad.

These were the girl's clumsy words, uttered in a moment of desperation.

In this respect, both of them are indeed rather tongue-tied.

After she said those words, she couldn't quite remember what happened afterward.

Or perhaps the overwhelming shame that followed made the girl reluctant to recall the dismal ending, even when she tried to remember it.

"After doing that, Su Qing'an... feel any better?"

Fu Hua, unsure if the other person had received any comfort, now began to recall the strange feeling in her heart at that time. When she opened her previously closed eyes, they were no longer clear.

On this morning filled with strange emotions, the light in my eyes was somewhat hazy.

She reached through her thin inner shirt, her slender fingertips tracing the delicate, fair skin without any hesitation, heading towards her predetermined target.

Fu Hua's slender fingers had an exceptionally beautiful curve, and these five pale fingers were slightly gathered together in an even more eye-catching area, with the smooth, white knuckles undulating gently with the rise and fall of her breath.

The girl listened to the beating of her heart in this way, keeping her fingers focused and quiet on that spot.

Her earnest and endearing expression made most people believe without a doubt that she was simply trying to confirm something through this incident, rather than doing anything strange.

During this process, she suddenly discovered a fact.

Turn out to be...

You can't feel a surge of emotion just by deliberately touching this place.

The reason that I couldn't control my emotions was simply because I was too close to Master Su.

If Satou Yunona knew what Fu Hua was thinking at this moment, she would definitely laugh at her obliviousness and naivety.

There's no need to think about the origin of the emotions; the fact that the body doesn't dislike such intimate contact is enough to prove a lot.

Fu Hua had felt increasingly unable to maintain a calm attitude when facing Su Qing'an recently, but after yesterday's events, that feeling has faded considerably.

Upon closer analysis, it seems to be a state of mind where, after breaking through limitations, one realizes that what happened before was just minor tinkering and there was nothing to be afraid of.

In essence, the actual increase in tolerance may be subtle; perhaps the girl simply learned more from that hug.

So she began to truly confront some things that she had previously considered very distant.

Today is the second day of the official start of school.

But class doesn't start until 8 o'clock, so... I'd better take a nap first.

Fu Hua closed her eyes as she thought this, drifting into a half-asleep, half-awake state, still feeling the lingering sleepiness.

Seele rubbed her eyes; her listless appearance, combined with her oversized dinosaur pajamas, gave her a languid look.

Although she is quite mature in some aspects, her daily routine is still similar to that of a child her age.

Since there weren't many entertainment options that would particularly interest the little girl, Su Qing'an's requirement that she go to bed before 10 p. m. wasn't really a constraint.

Around 9:30, Seele would curl up in her fluffy blankets and fall asleep. Perhaps due to lingering effects from her past experiences, she needed to keep a nightlight on by her bedside to avoid having nightmares.

From this perspective, she is indeed very much like an ordinary child of her age.

Seele took a sip of soy milk, then clumsily picked up a soup dumpling with a spoon and tentatively took a small bite of the dough. As the slightly hot soup rolled onto her tongue, the minced meat also burst with flavor.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and her drowsiness vanished instantly. She slowly ate the soup dumplings with the spoon that Su Qing'an had deliberately prepared.

It looked like a well-behaved hamster stuffing nuts into its cheeks.

The boy gazed at Seele's face, but at that moment he seemed lost in thought.

Yesterday's situation may not seem like a big deal, but in summary, it directly represents a significant fact.

This was the first time Hua had hit me so directly.

From Su Qing'an's perspective, this was a firsthand experience of the kind of perks that male protagonists in light novels typically encounter several times within the first 100,000 words.

Although Fu Hua doesn't have the same extraordinary talent as Seele, the fact that she's a year older still allows her to develop healthily during puberty.

The boy, who realized this fact in such an unexpected way, found himself in an unspeakable predicament.

The incident ended with the little girl running away in a panic after blurting out some inappropriate words.

In the silent garden, only Su Qing'an remained. He watched the girl's receding figure, the sound of her boots hitting the ground like fine snowflakes slowly melting in his heart.

He stood there stunned for ten minutes after being hit with a straight ball for the first time, which resulted in Seele, who thought Su Qing'an would be back in a long time, having already finished her dinner alone.

This continuous accumulation of Karma made Seele's gaze at him last night particularly deep and meaningful.

Su Qing'an found the former easy to understand; it was probably the resentment she felt for only eating one dish that evening because she couldn't resist her hunger.

So this morning, to make up for it, soup dumplings and soy milk were served on the table.

The latter seemed to have a clearer meaning, but Su Qing'an was particularly reluctant to interpret the specific meaning behind the little girl's gaze.

Last night's embrace made the lingering loneliness in Su Qing'an's heart less cold.

Fu Hua was such a special person to him; she didn't need to embellish her words with anything particularly moving. Just those four simple words were enough to make Su Qing'an feel joyful.

On his way home, the boy guessed why Fu Hua had suddenly asked him to go out.

It must have been Seele who told her.

Otherwise, Fu Hua wouldn't have known that something was wrong with her emotions.

In a sense, Su Qing'an received a real assist from Seele.

But what he remembers most vividly is perhaps the little girl's caring words when she touched his head.

Perhaps just as the boy pulled her out of the shackles of the Sea of Quantum, Seele was also giving him her own unique response in her own way.

Su Qing'an glanced at the schedule on her phone. Since the course she was teaching was an elective, she could arrange her working hours as she pleased.

Simply teaching four classes a week is enough to meet the work target, and it won't affect the payment of your basic salary.

Well, it counts even if no one comes to class.

The course schedule is automatically assigned by the teacher through their account in the corresponding app and is updated synchronously with the official website information, offering ultimate freedom and making it suitable for part-time, casual work.

Even teachers who don't want to slack off, and who also don't want class time to become too casual, will unconsciously start to become somewhat lax under such a system.

However, since most students' free time is concentrated in the afternoon, which is basically on weekdays, elective course teachers will move the class time to the afternoon. This results in students taking a large number of courses at almost the same time.

Given Su Qing'an's completely transparently low ranking on the official website, he could theoretically slack off at work for a long time.

The feeling of being completely idle and just getting paid after entering the workforce is quite peculiar in every sense.

If this had happened a long time ago, this would have been the life I always dreamed of.

But now, the boy only has one question in his mind that he has only just realized.

That is, although Su Qing'an herself was very curious about Fu Hua's reaction and expression when she saw him become a teacher, given the current work pattern and Fu Hua's personal interests, the amusing scene of becoming Fu Hua's classroom teacher and calling on Fu Hua to answer questions in class was almost impossible.

This way, his perverse sense of humor would not be satisfied.

However, Su Qing'an didn't feel disappointed. Just imagining the little girl constantly sending him messages after finding out gave him a considerable amount of pleasure.

These possibilities naturally depend on Fu Hua's own discovery, but the likelihood of a purely coincidental encounter while coming and going in such a large academy is not high.

Given her personality—completely averse to gossip and oblivious to worldly affairs—it's quite possible that the two of them could remain in the same school for a month without any change in their lives.

To avoid this terrible situation, Su Qing'an decided to attend classes diligently so that her ranking would be more noticeable on the official website, thus greatly increasing the chances of Hua discovering her.

Moreover, as a first-year student, even Hua would be curious about the dazzling array of elective courses, and it would be perfectly normal for her to choose several different courses to experience them one by one.

Under Seele's questioning gaze, the boy smiled expectantly.

A month has passed.

The elective course that Su Qing'an was in charge of suddenly became one of the most popular courses in the entire academy, in a way he had never imagined.

The boy originally envisioned that his empathic learning method, which involved cheating, would be enough to make any student fall in love with learning during their class.

With just a little gradual accumulation, I'll soon have students who are willing to come to me regularly, preventing me from becoming a bottom-tier teacher.

However, things don't go according to plan. After a female student secretly took a picture of Su Qing'an and uploaded it to the school forum, his plan to rely on his strength was crushed by a large number of people who wanted to have fun.

A photo of a cool, handsome young teacher who looks like he's not yet an adult, accompanied by a painting, is enough to attract many bored high school girls. Girls of this age are obviously more interested in watching interesting things than cultivating hobbies that are dispensable.

Besides, this is a girls' school.

Based on the author's fundamental principle of being attracted to good-looking people, and given that he is one of the very few men in the entire academy, including teachers, most people who see the post will be willing to join in the fun.

Meanwhile, the person who posted the message was apparently the first to discover the existence of this Teacher Su. During a private lesson, the teacher used her as material to create a painting based on her.

As the post's popularity soared, Su Qing'an, completely unaware of the situation, found herself in a strange state of bewilderment as she faced a packed classroom the following day.

Fortunately, the boy's expression remained extremely indifferent, making it difficult for anyone who wasn't familiar with him to read his mood through these subtle changes. At the same time, the girls in this academy generally possessed a high level of manners, and after he stepped into the classroom, there was only a brief murmur before they consciously quieted down.

The end result was that the course went much more smoothly because he cheated using the Soul Essence.

The incredibly high retention rate is the key to the emergence of this trend.

If the teacher is just good-looking, then for students who aren't particularly interested in art, coming over from time to time to feast their eyes on them is the best option.

But Su Qing'an's classes were a bit different; the most comfortable atmosphere was one where students willingly immersed themselves in the ocean of knowledge.

Moreover, as his own proficiency with the Soul Essence increased, this atmosphere gradually evolved from simply allowing students to immerse themselves in the knowledge he was teaching to making them exceptionally efficient at reviewing other subjects even if they didn't attend Su Qing'an's lectures.

This kind of disruptive approach resulted in a terrifying retention rate of nearly 90%.

In just one month, Su Qing'an's popularity unexpectedly soared, making her one of the top three teachers.

The culprit behind all this was Satou Yunona, who sat in the front row almost every class.

This person is probably a master at stirring up trouble and creating buzz; they have a natural talent for it in every sense of the word.

The boy himself didn't understand the specific reasons for his rising popularity, but there was one thing he cared about.

A month has passed, Fu Hua still knows nothing about Su Qing'an's identity as a teacher.