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"Mom, where are you?"

"Pick up your dad at the airport."

"Why didn't you tell me that you hired someone to take over the class!"

"What if I say you won't go?"

Yan Yan looked at Xin Ran on the podium, and at the message Yan Wan sent back to him, thinking dumbfoundedly: How could there be such a coincidence in the world.

If he had known himself earlier, he would have asked Xin Ran honestly. If he insisted on exposing other people's "true identity" domineeringly, fortunately he would not die to surprise them.

It turns out that the chances of a surprise turning into a fright are really high.

Yan Yan's neck hurt from lying down, so he sat up, propped his chin with one hand, and continued to stare at Xin Ran intently.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted outside the classroom, followed by exaggerated laughter from the next door.

Yan Yan slandered: Which teacher is so unreliable in class, showing a movie to the students in the first class, and even a comedy show.

"Students in the last row near the door, please close the back door."

Yan Yan was only distracted for a moment.

He felt eyes shooting at him from all around him, and then he realized that he was the classmate in the last row by the door!

Most of the students just subconsciously turned to look at him and then turned back.

The only thing that Yan Yan can't ignore is the expression of shock on Xin Ran's face now, which is no less than when he saw him just now.

Now it's all right, I can't even pretend that I haven't been here.

"True identity" has been exposed, it deserves it.

Yan Yan straightened his silly hat very uncomfortably, stood up resignedly and walked to the door, resisting the urge to rush out, and closed the door softly.

He sat down obediently again.

"Cough," Xin Ran adjusted her expression and said, "Let's continue the class."

Xin Ran was really just calling names by the way, he didn't even notice who was sitting by the door.

But taking advantage of the two seconds of dazed time after the person was named, he had already seen the person for real.

Until he watched Yan Yan complete the series of movements of standing up, closing the door, and sitting back, he still hadn't recovered from the shock.

Yan Yan is a sophomore?This is impossible!

The students sitting in the audience are all the students he has taught before. Although they must not recognize them all, but if the name is heavy, he will not even have a little impression.

Or did Yan Yan come to teach her own class?This is impossible!

How did Yan Yan know that she was coming to class today?Even he himself didn't know it before!

Xin Ran was so surprised that he always suspected that he had misjudged the person, so in the second half of the class, he would glance at Yan Yan, and he could confirm it every time - that was Yan Shaoxia himself.

Moreover, Xin Ran was sure that this young hero was as shocked as he was at the moment.

Xin Ran picked up the mobile phone on the podium to check the time, and there were still 5 minutes to finish class.He noticed that there were students in the back row eagerly picking up the tabletops, and they would rush to the cafeteria as soon as the get out of class bell rang.

He knew that his heart, like those students, was no longer in this class.

"At the back door... the classmate wearing the hat, stay here for a while." Xin Ran paused, and then said, "I'm here today, let's finish class early."

As soon as the words were finished, the people in the classroom didn't bother to cast curious glances at the "students by the back door", and all became active in an instant.

Some packed up their things, some ran out with books in their arms, and some ran up to the podium with their notebooks in their hands.

Yan Yan took off the hat, held it in his hand, and twirled it over and over again, scratching the hair that he had carefully blown but was lying down at the moment, a little at a loss.

I thought: Sure enough, wearing a hat is a failure.

Yan Yan has no books. In fact, he has nothing but a mobile phone now.

Oh, and a pounding heart.

He slowly walked forward from the last row of the huge classroom, and his sneakers made a soft sound on the steps.

Xin Ran on the podium was still surrounded by three or four students even at the time of lunch.

He approached Xin Ran step by step, chose the seat in the first row with the shortest straight-line distance from the podium, and continued to do the thing he did the most in these two hours—staring at Xin Ran.

Looking at him, my heart suddenly calmed down.

When those students were finally willing to let Xin Ran go, Yan Yan saw him take off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and said to him while packing his things:

"Young man, I want to drink water, preferably the kind sprinkled with some glucose."

Xin Ran came to substitute for Yan Wan today, purely to repay the favor that Yan Wan proctored for him last time.

He thought a little funny: Should he believe that all this is the so-called "fate"?

In the dark canteen.

Xin Ran and Yan Yan held the dinner plates and found two empty seats to sit next to each other.

"Speak, young man," Xin Ran looked disgusted, but was forced to drink a sip of vegetable soup and asked, "Why did you come to my class?"

"I... actually didn't know this was your class."

Yan Yan sighed, still a little dazed now:

"I just saw the photo you posted two days ago, and thought you were a student of the Academy of Arts. Then I randomly searched for a class and tried my luck to see if I could meet you...and I did."

"Cough," Xin Ran almost choked on a mouthful of food when she heard the words, "Students from the College of Arts?"

"Hmm..." Yan Yan also looked helpless, "How do I know that you just take advantage of your looks, not that you are really young."

"No, young man."

Xin Ran procrastinated, and simply didn't even put the food in his mouth, and widened his eyes and said:

"College students who are over 28 years old? Undergraduate? You can't stay for so many years if you repeat a grade?"

Yan Yan stared back at him unceremoniously:

"How do I know that you are 'old and old' one day, you are really 28 years old!"

"But isn't it clearly written in black and white on my physical fitness test form—I'm male, 28 years old?"

Yan Yan seemed to be taking a slap in the face, his chopsticks froze in mid-air: "I... didn't pay attention..."

In fact, Yan Yan clicked into Xin Ran's Moments album before, in order to collect more "related information".

However, since Xin Ran set it to only display the latest three days' activity, the only information left for Yan Yan to deliberate is "he is from the Academy of Arts".

"Tsk. You don't stick to trifles, you're at a disadvantage, young man."

Xin Ran rolled her eyes and continued to ask:

"Then what about you, it's not the Academy of Arts... which academy is it? The Academy of Arts and Sports? You are really good at it. You came all the way to catch me. Did you skip work?"

Yan Yan ignored the second half of his sentence and only replied: "Civil Engineering Institute, senior."

Xin Ran was surprised: "Well... what do you study? Civil engineering, or urban planning?"

"Neither. Architecture, doing design."

Xin Ran nodded, but still couldn't help but wonder:

"Then why do you work in the gym?"

"I... I'm just idle."

Yan Yan thought to himself: You can't say that you were forced to go to society because your dear dean withheld living expenses, right?

"Are you free? Others are too busy, tell me you are free?"

Xin Ran raised her eyebrows and became even more puzzled.

The first semester of senior year is about to be busy. Those who should take the postgraduate entrance examination are reviewing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and those who should work are looking for a job.

Is it possible that you are still in the mood to experience life at this time?How about finding a suitable job?

Does this young man have no brains?

Yan Yan is in a delicate mood now: the former friend who can chat with voice at any time has suddenly become a teacher.

He was a little uncomfortable.

"Hmm... free. I should be able to keep the graduate school smoothly, so it's... relatively easy."

He didn't want to mention it at first, as if he was showing off, but after thinking about it, it was better than making Xin Ran feel like a fool, so he confessed honestly.

"That's more or less."

After hearing this, Xin Ran felt relieved and started eating again.

Now that Yan Yan has already proved with his actions that he is sure of his security research, then Xin Ran has nothing to worry about. He doesn't need to see the injustice and save the young man who has stumbled, but he still cares:

"Which mentor did you choose? See if I recognize you."

"Xu Tao, the one who often takes public engineering drawing classes."

Xin Ran completely lost her chopsticks, looked at Yan Yan in disbelief, and found her own voice after a while:

"Coincidentally, what a coincidence. You can also choose my teacher! Well, he is my teacher's husband."

Yan Yan looked back at Xin Ran speechlessly, his forehead twitched unceasingly, and sighed:

"What kind of messy relationship do you have, I'm dizzy."

Xin Ran lost the chopsticks and took them again, took them and threw them away again, and the food was almost cold.

Anyway, Yan Yan had to rush back to teach the aunt at 07:30, so Xin Ran simply pulled people, packed up the dinner plate and went out, and went to the gym with Yan Yan. We will talk about these things on the way.

When passing the Wenyuan Building, Yan Yan dragged Xin Ran to the exhibition wall without giving up, insisting on asking for an official certification.

Xin Ran calmly stood in front of the brand-new exhibition wall, posed in the same dignified pose as her own photo, and said, "As you can see, it's exactly me."

Yan Yan could not wait to put his eyes on the exhibition wall.

Although Xin Ran's half-length photo is rigid, it still shows his good looks. Next to the photo is a row of bold and small words: "Associate Professor of Chinese Literature Xin Ran".

Oh, it turns out that Xin Ran is really an associate professor.

What is he an associate professor?

These three words almost caused irreversible damage to Yan Yan's brain - 28-year-old associate professor?Live!Standing next to him and posing for a pose right now!

The two walked and chatted all the way, finally entered the business district, and arrived at their destination immediately.

Yan Yan finally sorted out Xin Ran's messy things.

He even felt that these coincidences were the result of himself lining up to bump into him, but at the same time he secretly marveled that Xin Ran was really an out-and-out college bully.

Xin Ran was studying as an undergraduate at the School of Biochemical Engineering at C University, and Xu Tao, Yan Yan's master's advisor, was the husband of Xin Ran's head teacher.

In the second term of her sophomore year, Xin Ran decided to change her preferred path in the future, but it was not a good time to change her major.So he had no choice but to take the courses ahead of time, even though he had to get the credits for the compulsory electives first.

In his junior year, he had already started dabbling in literature books—at that time, he was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, but because of his consistent high grades and high grade points, his major and minor major went hand in hand, and finally got the teacher's Letter of recommendation, successfully met the graduation requirements.

So Xin Ran just skipped a grade. Relying on this halo bonus and his own excellent grades that people can't pick at, Baoyan went to the Academy of Arts, and Yan Wan was his master's tutor at the time.

When I graduated from undergraduate, I was full twenty.

Well, this person is still in elementary school at the age of five.

Three years later, Xin Ran logically applied for a Ph.D., and Yan Ningzhi was his doctoral supervisor. In the second year of his Ph.D., he exchanged to the United States to study Western literary theory and literary history, and published related papers in authoritative journals. Got a Ph.D.

At that time, Xu turned 26 years old.

In the end, he simply stayed at C University, and worked as a lecturer for nearly two years, almost as a deputy senior in the special evaluation. Since then, his career has reached a higher level.

He is a solid liberal arts student, and his resume is amazingly beautiful.

It seems to have caught up with all the good opportunities that can be caught up. For more than ten years, it seems to be smooth sailing and "prosperity".

But behind this beautiful resume, what kind of terrible perseverance—or even consciousness—supported him through those days of day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep?

He can do the time cost that others can't afford; he can do the diligent study that others can't; he is willing to bear the mental pressure that others don't want to bear.

Day and night, non-stop.

So now he should stand at the height of being envied, praised, and learned.

Yan Yan thinks that he is a top student, but he can't understand better - in this environment full of masters, it is difficult to be excellent, and it is even more difficult to stay excellent.

And just for the offer, to secure a place in the graduate school, and to shut old man Yan's mouth with a good grade every semester, he has already given up a lot of things—compared to most people who follow the steps.

He couldn't even imagine how much Xin Ran had given up until today.

In that period of juvenile years that was most greedy for pleasure and lingering on the beautiful.

Yan Yan felt a little touched.

He was very proud of Xin Ran, but he didn't know why. When he finally figured out why Xin Ran didn't know anything about simple sports, he didn't "suddenly realize" in relief, but felt heavy for Xin Ran.

Yan Yan thought: He must be very tired at that time.

He must have wondered why there was always not enough time.

Does anyone feel sorry for him?

I feel bad now... Is there still time?

Yan Yan took out a paper cup, sprinkled a thin layer of glucose on it, mixed it with a cup of warm water, and handed it to Xin Ran who was sitting in his seat rubbing his legs.

He said to Xin Ran, "Drink, sweet."

In the future... it shouldn't be hard work anymore.

As for Xin Ran, he sent Yan Yan here on a whim. He wanted to rest for a while and then go back to revise the courseware. Originally, this kind of thing could be left to the graduate students to help him, but unfortunately he doesn't have it now.It is not appropriate to always borrow concise graduate students, so I have to do it myself.

But when Yan Yan handed the glass of glucose water to his mouth, he decided not to leave.

Come here.

Two or three hours passed in a flash - besides, he didn't have time to go back to the office, and the computer was still in his bag.

So Xin Ran sat in Yan Yan's seat in a dignified manner, chatting with Li Wei regardless of the past, while taking out his computer and revising his own courseware.

During this period, Li Wei was of course full of praise for his very educated profession.

He said "where is there" modestly and politely.

When Yan Yan came back from get out of class, there was still a lot of work left to be done, and the situation became that Yan Yan was sitting on the sidelines leisurely playing with his mobile phone, and he was still struggling to improve here.

He has been facing a lawsuit all the time, and when he gets off work, he still has some finishing work left.

The two were walking back to school together, and Yan Yan chatted with him about the aunt—the aunt who was in class just now, that is, the aunt who has a lot of fate with Xin Ran.

Tonight is her last class, and she has no intention of continuing the class for the time being.

"Then you lost another rich man?" Xin Ran turned his head sideways, looked at Yan Yan with raised eyebrows and a smile, clicked his tongue, and teased, "From then on, he became the poorest young hero in history."

"Yeah, life is tough."

Yan Yan nodded in agreement, and said in detail:

"Auntie ran into you when she was in the first trial class. Do you have any impression? She is on Monday, Thursday, and Saturday nights at other times, and you are on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday afternoons. So you I always run into her after class on Mondays."

Of course Xin Ran has an impression, he still hasn't forgotten the big scene when he bumped into Yan Yan stretching for the aunt.

I didn't forget how embarrassing I was at the time.

But he still said calmly: "Then she and I are quite destined."

"By the way," Yan Yan asked, "Do you live in the school?"

"Yes, there are teaching and staff dormitories. They are all single rooms with kitchen and bathroom balconies. The space is a little bigger than your dormitory."

"Then I commute to get off work, and you commute to get out of class, why have I never met?"

"I didn't go on the same journey with you." Xin Ran gave him a look, recalled it, and said, "There were a few times that I might have gone the same way, but I happened to go back to live with my mother."

When it should be a coincidence, it is not a coincidence, and when it should not be a coincidence, a few clevernesses are blind.

Yan Yan rubbed her hair in great pain:

"Should I change my name in the future, Teacher Xin? Guess what the note I changed for you is pancake!"

"What broken note did you change?"

Xin Ran intentionally put on a vicious look, but it didn't take a few seconds for him to break through. The two of them laughed together on the curb with "puchi" and then "hahaha".

It is simply the live version of "My Sand Sculpture Teacher and Me".

When it subsided, Xin Ran suddenly took a few steps forward, turned around, looked at Yan Yan with a smile in his eyes, and said:

"You don't need to call me teacher, it's a bit old, just call me by my name."

"Okay, Xin Ran." Yan Yan was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, looked back at him, and said, "I will teach you more in the future."

— Do you know my name?Just call by name.

That's what Xin Ran told him when they first met.

The sky is clear and the clouds are clear, the stars are shining brightly, and the moon hooks the heartstrings.

It was the best night on earth.