I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 7

When Que Hanfu heard Zhu Xinya say she didn’t know the answer, her face showed no anger but remained calm as she said, “Come to my office after class.”

Zhu Xinya’s eyes lit up, and she chirped brightly, “Okay!”

Que Hanfu: “…” Was this something to be happy about?

The other students were stunned. Zhu Xinya wasn’t the first person to fail to answer a question, but she was the first to be so delighted about being called to Que Hanfu’s office.

After Zhu Xinya sat down, Que Hanfu continued the lecture.

The female student to Zhu Xinya’s right wrote a note and slid it over to her when Que Hanfu turned around.

Zhu Xinya glanced down and saw it read: “Do you not know what happens in Professor Que’s office?”

Her curiosity piqued, Zhu Xinya immediately picked up her pen and wrote back, “What happens???”

After passing the note back, she clenched her little fists in excitement and anticipation, waiting for the answer.

The girl to her right: “…”

She sighed silently and wrote one last sentence: “You’ll know once you’ve been there.”

Zhu Xinya was burning with curiosity, checking her watch every two minutes.

Hurry up and end, class! Why was time passing so slowly?

Naturally, Zhu Xinya didn’t pay attention during the rest of the class. So when Que Hanfu called on her a second time, Zhu Xinya was once again clueless, her round eyes brimming with innocence. “Professor Que, I don’t know the answer to this question.”

Before Que Hanfu could speak, Zhu Xinya quickly added, “I’ll go to your office with you after class.”

Que Hanfu: “Sit down.”

And so, Que Hanfu, a severe perfectionist, called on Zhu Xinya five times in one class, averaging once every twelve minutes and Zhu Xinya failed to answer every single time.

Zhu Xinya was on edge, expecting Que Hanfu to get angry each time. But by the end of class, Que Hanfu’s expression remained perfectly normal which, for her, meant cold, icy, and detached.

When the bell rang, Que Hanfu didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she stood at the podium, her striking light-colored eyes fixed on Zhu Xinya.

Zhu Xinya quickly packed her bag and trotted over to Que Hanfu. “Professor Que, let’s go.”

Que Hanfu turned and led the way out of the classroom, with Zhu Xinya following behind.

“Holy crap, that girl is bold. She couldn’t answer five questions, if she’d listened even a little, she could’ve gotten at least one right. Isn’t she afraid Professor Que will fail her?” the girl to Zhu Xinya’s right exclaimed.

The boy to her left said, “Speaking of which, this is the first time I’ve seen her. Do you know her? Is she in our major?”

“As a homebody, I only know the people in my dorm. How would I notice others?”

The boy said firmly, “No one in our major is prettier than her. If I’d seen her before, I definitely would’ve remembered. She’s either a transfer student or someone from another major auditing the class.”

“No wonder. If she’s from another major, she doesn’t have to worry about failing.”

Meanwhile, the subject of their discussion was struggling to keep up with Que Hanfu’s pace.

Que Hanfu stood just under 175 cm tall, while Zhu Xinya was 165 cm. The ten-centimeter difference was all in their legs.

Que Hanfu’s skirt swayed like countless black butterflies clinging to her cool, pale ankles. For every step Que Hanfu took, Zhu Xinya had to take two, and eventually, she had to break into a light jog just to keep up.

Zhu Xinya carried a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder, the professional course books inside each as thick and weighty as bricks. She had three of them, and her slender right shoulder was nearly bent under their weight.

Just as Zhu Xinya was panting heavily and on the verge of giving up, Que Hanfu finally stopped walking.

With walls on both sides, Zhu Xinya had no idea why Que Hanfu had suddenly halted. But it gave her a chance to catch her breath.

Que Hanfu turned around, frowned, and studied her for a few seconds. Zhu Xinya stiffened under her gaze, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.

“P-Professor Que, why did you stop?” Zhu Xinya asked, confused.

Her flushed little face, slightly parted pink lips from panting, and the faint glimpse of her crimson tongue as she spoke.

Que Hanfu’s eyes flickered, and she reached out toward Zhu Xinya.

Zhu Xinya blinked nervously, her mind racing with wild thoughts was Que Hanfu going to pinch her cheeks because she was walking too slowly? Oh no, she hoped her goddess would be gentle.

“Slow-witted, short, and weak.” Que Hanfu delivered her three-point critique, her fair, slender fingers hooking onto Zhu Xinya’s backpack and lifting it with one hand. “You don’t need textbooks for my class. Just remember to bring your brain next time.” With that, she turned and continued walking.

Zhu Xinya froze for a moment, then felt overwhelmingly touched!

In the novels, Que Hanfu was cold and detached, rarely expressing her emotions, always maintaining the image of an unattainable, lofty flower.

Who would have thought she could be so kind, helping her carry the backpack because she was tired?

Zhu Xinya covered her flushed cheeks and trotted after her.

This time, without the heavy backpack holding her back, she kept up easily.

The heat in Zhu Xinya’s face hadn’t faded even by the time they reached Que Hanfu’s office. Que Hanfu pushed the door open and walked in, with Zhu Xinya following cheerfully behind.

“Hanfu, you’re done with class. Why is it you again?!” Qi Zhou jumped up from his chair in disbelief, pointing at Zhu Xinya.

Que Hanfu placed Zhu Xinya’s backpack on the desk, sat in her seat, and only then looked up at Qi Zhou, who was confronting Zhu Xinya. “Do you two know each other?”

In front of his secret crush, Qi Zhou tried to maintain a perfect image. He suppressed his shock, brushed back his dyed yellow hair, and said, “She’s my obsessive fan. She even knows I’m in your office.”

Zhu Xinya rushed to the front of Que Hanfu’s desk, leaning her hands on it and pouting with grievance. “Professor Que, Qi Zhou has misunderstood me. I swear, I’m definitely not his obsessive fan.” Her pink lips looked as soft as cotton candy.

“Hanfu, don’t believe her!” Qi Zhou walked over to the desk and recounted his previous encounters with Zhu Xinya. “She deliberately tried to get close to me, broke my phone on purpose, and even threw a card at me. Oh, right, I don’t want anything from an obsessive fan. Here, take it.” He pulled out the bank card Zhu Xinya had given him as compensation from his pants pocket and tossed it in front of her.

“You!” Zhu Xinya glared at Qi Zhou angrily.

Seated behind her desk, Que Hanfu watched the two of them argue in front of her. She tapped the desk lightly, the crisp sound effectively silencing them.

“I don’t know what happened before, but the reason she came to my office isn’t because she knew you were here. She’s my student, and since she couldn’t answer the question in class, I need to give her some after-class tutoring.”

Qi Zhou’s face stiffened. “Ah, is that so? It seems I misunderstood.”

Zhu Xinya nodded vigorously. “Exactly, it was a misunderstanding.”

Que Hanfu disliked wasting time. Seeing that the misunderstanding between the two had been cleared up, she turned her gaze to Qi Zhou. “You said you had something important to discuss with me and didn’t have time before class. You can tell me now.”

Though Qi Zhou was a year older than Que Hanfu, he acted like a junior in front of her. Obediently, he pulled up a chair in front of the desk and sat facing her.

“Hanfu, I’ve just signed on for a new drama that starts filming next week. The director hasn’t found a suitable actress for the role of the Holy Maiden of Light. Since you’ve always been quite interested in acting, why not make a guest appearance? The Holy Maiden’s part isn’t large, it would only take two or three days to film!” Qi Zhou looked at Que Hanfu expectantly.

Having read the novel, Zhu Xinya knew Que Hanfu would refuse.

“Thank you for thinking of me, but I’m no longer interested in acting,” Que Hanfu said. “Is there anything else? I need to tutor my student now.”

Qi Zhou was extremely disappointed. Before coming, he had boasted to the director, confidently assuring him that he had found the perfect person for the role. Yet now, Que Hanfu had suddenly lost interest in acting.

He recalled how, in their previous conversations, she had consistently asked him about matters related to the film set. Why had her interest vanished so abruptly?

“No, there’s nothing else,” Qi Zhou replied with a strained smile. “Since you’re busy, I’ll take my leave. Let’s catch up another time.”

Que Hanfu responded, “Contact me if there’s something important.” Her implication was clear: unless it was necessary, he shouldn’t bother her and waste her time.

Having known Que Hanfu since childhood, Qi Zhou was well aware of her straightforward nature and didn’t take offense. He nodded to her and turned to leave the office.

Now, only Zhu Xinya and Que Hanfu remained in the office.

Que Hanfu’s focused gaze fell on Zhu Xinya, making her chest feel itchy and her palms sweat.

The air seemed to grow thin, and Zhu Xinya found it hard to breathe, her face flushing red from the tension.

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