Let's rewind to an hour earlier.
In the Peking University, Su Miaoyin sat at her desk, applying makeup in front of a small mirror.
She used a light brown eyebrow pencil, drawing each stroke very finely.
After drawing the eyebrows, gently blend them with your fingertips to make them look natural and soft.
Then she picked up a lip gloss, applied a thin layer to her lips, and blotted it off with a tissue, leaving only a faint trace of blood.
This is a no-makeup makeup look.
It's much more complicated than not wearing makeup, and it takes more time than wearing heavy makeup.
Lin Lin had just finished her afternoon nap and climbed out of bed. She yawned and was taken aback when she saw Su Miaoyin's posture.
Makeup is nothing unusual.
These days, almost every girl who's even remotely attractive wears makeup when she goes out.
But Su Miaoyin wore a natural makeup look.
This makeup looks like you're not wearing any, but in reality, every step requires meticulous attention to detail.
There's usually only one reason why a girl is willing to spend this time.
See someone important.
Lin Lin thought about it for a moment, then felt it was unlikely.
During her three years at Peking University, Su Miaoyin was outwardly polite but inwardly distant to all the male students.
She even suspected at one point that Su Miaoyin was a lesbian.
Looks like she was just trying out the makeup.
Lin Lin shook her head and went to the restroom.
When she returned, she was about to ask Su Miaoyin if she wanted to go out for a walk together, otherwise her makeup would be ruined.
But she swallowed the words back.
Because Su Miaoyin changed into a white pleated skirt.
The skirt hemlined just above her knees, and the fitted waistline accentuated her figure beautifully.
She's naturally fair-skinned, and this dress makes her look like she stepped right out of a magazine.
Lin Lin was stunned for two seconds.
" Miaoyin," she said, "Are you going on a date?"
No wonder she thought that way; this was a total heartthrob outfit! What else could it be but a date?
Zhao Xiaoman also poked her head out of the bed and followed up with another question:
"Who is it? The senior computer science student who's been pursuing you? Or the student council president? Or some rich kid?"
Su Miaoyin rolled her eyes at them.
"It's not a date."
It was definitely not a date.
In her view, giving Cheng Che a lesson later would be her chance to teach Cheng Che a lesson!
He needs to learn what "a teacher's authority" means, and incidentally, to put away his delusional fantasies about pursuing her.
She had seen a claim online that when a girl is dressed beautifully enough, it can generate a strong sense of aggression.
Any man with a modicum of self-awareness would instinctively stay away.
At Peking University, people with intellectual disabilities are a minority, and Cheng Che doesn't seem to be one.
She planned to use this tactic to make him back down.
Su Miaoyin glanced at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, put on her little leather shoes, packed the prepared textbooks into her bag, waved to her two roommates, and went out the door.
I'm leaving!
The two roommates looked at each other in bewilderment.
Zhao Xiaoman, being rather oblivious, remarked:
"These days, even Su Miaoyin has to dress like this to go to the library. The pressure is too much. Is this a library or a fashion show?"
Lin Lin gave her a speechless look. " Miaoyin is obviously going on a date."
Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment. "That's impossible."
Lin Lin squinted, her expression brightening with excitement. "Let's go, let's go take a look together!"
Zhao Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, feeling that this behavior was not appropriate.
But Lin Lin had already pulled her arm and led her outside.
Su Miaoyin walked along the campus path, completely ignoring the stares from those around her.
Some of the boys passing by turned around and glanced at the camera several times, while others riding bicycles nearly crashed into trees on the roadside.
Several girls sitting on the bench were whispering about her skirt.
She pretended not to see it.
She was already plotting in her mind how to strike Cheng Che down from all sides, to let him know that there are always people more capable than him.
She arrived at the door of the music club classroom.
This classroom is for her exclusive use; only she has the key.
She pushed open the door, turned on the light, put her bag on the table, and arranged her textbooks one by one.
I had barely sat down when the door was pushed open.
Cheng Che walked in.
Su Miaoyin squinted at him, her tone stern. "You're late. What student arrives later than the teacher?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Che immediately turned around and bowed.
"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late. It won't happen again next time."
Su Miaoyin was taken aback.
As she looked at Cheng Che's slightly bent back and heard him call her "teacher," a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
As if struck by an electric shock, arcs of electricity jolted her heart, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Was that... Roleplay?
I find this really strange.
She instinctively covered her face, and when her palm touched her cheek, she felt it was a little hot.
But she couldn't bear to leave that atmosphere.
She coughed, her voice softer than before, yet sounding more like a teacher:
"Okay, this won't happen again. Please sit down."
Cheng Che felt that Su Miaoyin looked a little strange.
But he did that because he felt that learning was a sacred thing, so he subconsciously showed respect.
But Su Miaoyin...
Cheng Che put his distracting thoughts aside and sat down.
After all, he came here to learn.
Su Miaoyin began her lecture.
All I can say is, he truly lives up to his title as the president of the music club.
She has an extremely thorough understanding of music, and her lectures are concise and to the point, with every word directly addressing the core concepts.
From the basics of the staff to the construction of chords, from the changes in modes to the matching of rhythmic patterns, she handled everything with ease and clarity.
With Cheng Che Rigorous Thinking, Total Concentration, and occasional flashes of Comprehension by Analogy, Cheng Che's ability to digest knowledge was astonishingly fast.
When Su Miaoyin explains a point of knowledge, he can immediately apply it to other situations.
Su Miaoyin mentioned a chord progression, and he was able to deduce the next change based on that.
Su Miaoyin appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly she had been shocked several times.
She had taught many people, some smart, some hardworking, but she had never seen anyone like this.
He not only memorized what she explained once, but he could also use it.
A sudden thought arose in her mind, "I must teach him properly."
It would be such a shame if this musical talent were wasted because no one guided it.
Thinking of this, Su Miaoyin stood up, walked to Cheng Che's side, lowered her head slightly, and pointed to a line of words in the textbook in front of him with her fingertip.
"You have a strong learning ability. You've basically mastered this ' Music Theory Basics ' book, but if you want to write songs, you still need to study more advanced topics."
Cheng Che smelled her delicate fragrance.
It had a very light soap scent, which smelled clean and refreshing.
He was immediately tempted.
He's become more handsome and stronger, but that doesn't mean he's lost the normal reactions of a man.
But he had willpower after all, and quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts, nodding.
"Yes," he said sincerely, "That's why I need to learn from you. Ms. Su, could you help me plan a study schedule and assign homework?"
That's really what he thought.
The more you learn, the stronger the effect of using [ Muse of Inspiration ] will be.
We'll complete the trial mission in one go.
Upon hearing the words "Teacher Su," Su Miaoyin's heart involuntarily trembled.
She couldn't explain why she was so excited. She coughed and said, "Okay."
Outside the classroom, the three brothers were huddled together in front of the door.
Zhou Hao's mouth remained open.
Wang Zheng's eyes widened, bigger than copper bells.
Li Yuan held up his phone expressionlessly, having already taken seven or eight photos.
"That's amazing." Zhou Hao lowered his voice, his tone full of admiration, "My godfather actually managed to win over Su Miaoyin, the renowned student from Peking University, without our knowledge."
"He truly deserves to be called my godfather." Wang Zheng nodded in agreement.
Just then, a voice came from behind them.
"What are you doing? Spying!"
The three brothers were startled and turned their heads sharply.
Two girls stood at the other end of the corridor, watching them.
One looked suspicious, the other's eyes gleamed.
Lin Lin and Zhao Xiaoman.
The three brothers hesitated for a moment, then simultaneously took off running.
They didn't know why they were running, but the tension of being caught spying made them make this choice instinctively.
The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.
Su Miaoyin heard the commotion outside, but she didn't pay attention, assuming it was just students playing around.
She sat down next to Cheng Che, opened the textbook, and prepared to continue the lecture.
Lin Lin and Zhao Xiaoman stood in the corridor, watching the three people run away, feeling completely bewildered.
"What were those three people doing?" Zhao Xiaoman asked.
"I don't know, but his running style was quite funny," Lin Lin said.
She turned her head and glanced at the door of the music club classroom.
The door was ajar, and it was very quiet inside.
She hesitated for a moment, then pulled Zhao Xiaoman along and quietly pushed her through the back door.
The back door opened very quietly, almost without making a sound.
They leaned halfway in and peered inside.
Sunlight streamed in through the side window of the classroom, falling on Su Miaoyin and Cheng Che.
Su Miaoyin sat next to Cheng Che, tilting her head slightly to look at the textbook in front of him.
Cheng Che tilted his head, as if listening to her speak.
The two people were so close that their shadows overlapped.
From the back door, it looks like Su Miaoyin is leaning against Cheng Che's chest.
In particular, Su Miaoyin's face flushed with excitement, like the shyness one feels when being intimate with a lover.
Zhao Xiaoman opened her mouth.
Lin Lin's eyes shone even brighter than before.
"I knew it," she said in a low voice, her tone carrying the excitement of discovering a treasure, " Miaoyin is clearly going on a date."
Zhao Xiaoman nodded blankly.