"Xun, what's wrong with you?"
After watching Jiang Xun, who was sitting beside him, sigh for the tenth time in barely half an hour, Lin Jian finally couldn't help asking in a low voice.
The professor was lecturing at the front, but Jiang Xun hadn't taken in a single word.
He cupped his cheeks in both hands and let out another weary sigh.
"You wouldn't understand."
The words had barely left his mouth when a piece of chalk whizzed down from the podium and struck him square in the forehead.
"We're in class. No talking." Clearly pleased with his accuracy, the professor dusted the chalk off his hands and continued his lecture.
Jiang Xun clutched his forehead, feeling wronged. That old man was picking on him.
Lin Jian shook his head helplessly. "That's what you get for never paying attention in his classes. You slack off for nine and a half lessons out of every ten."
Jiang Xun pursed his lips. Fine.
Then he rubbed his forehead, propped his cheeks in his hands again, and kept sighing.
Jiang Xun had never imagined that one day he would suspect Fu Yanli of harboring ulterior motives toward him.
It wasn't just because Fu Yanli was already married and had a wife. Even if he weren't married, Jiang Xun would still have found it utterly unbelievable.
The man was simply too aloof. He seemed lofty and untouched by worldly desires, keeping everyone at a distance, out of reach and impossible to approach.
He seemed incapable of falling for anyone or anything.
Jiang Xun unconsciously bit his knuckle. He'd always thought of Fu Yanli as a straight man with a wife, so he'd never considered that possibility.
But setting all that aside, there really were plenty of suspicious things.
Fu Yanli treated him too