I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 9

The next day, the sky outside was overcast with a continuous drizzle, but Zhu Xinya’s cheerful mood remained entirely unaffected. With a sweet smile on her face, she made her way to the living room.

Fang Fang remarked, “It’s raining outside. You don’t have any classes today, so you don’t need to go to the university, right?”

Zhu Xinya sat down beside Fang Fang, wrapping her arms around her and leaning against her softly as she said, “No, even though I don’t have classes for my major, I still have to attend my goddess’s lecture.”

“Your goddess?” Fang Fang asked, puzzled.

“Yes! Her name is Que Hanfu. She’s only twenty-three and is already a professor at Longcheng University. She’s incredibly impressive.” Zhu Xinya felt her explanation wasn’t enough and added, “And she’s super beautiful. I’ve never met anyone more beautiful than my goddess.”

This piqued Fang Fang’s curiosity. “Do you have a photo of her?” A twenty-three-year-old professor at a top-tier university who was also stunningly beautiful was indeed a rare find.

Zhu Xinya straightened up and said to Fang Fang, “A photo can’t capture even a tenth of Que Hanfu’s beauty! When we become friends someday, I’ll invite her over, and then you’ll get to see her.”

“My daughter has big ambitions, wanting to be friends with her own goddess,” Fang Fang couldn’t help but laugh.

Zhu Xinya’s cheeks flushed slightly. “One should have dreams, after all.”

Since they had no classes on Tuesdays, both Zhu Xinya and Lu Mengrou would return home to sleep on Monday nights and head back to the university on Wednesday afternoon for their classes.

Their major’s coursework was concentrated in the first two years, so by their third year, they had very few classes to attend.

After breakfast, Fang Fang had the family driver take Zhu Xinya to Longcheng University.

Zhu Xinya obediently refrained from bringing any textbooks and instead walked into the classroom where Que Hanfu would be teaching next, armed only with her own wits.

Later, she remembered Que Hanfu’s obsessive-compulsive tendencies and decided against choosing the middle seat in the first row on the left. Since she arrived early, the classroom was sparsely populated, with the entire first row still empty.

She picked a seat closest to Que Hanfu’s lectern, took out her phone to check the time, and realized there were still over ten minutes before class started.

Unable to resist, Zhu Xinya sent Que Hanfu a message.

Zhu Xinya: Professor Que, I didn’t bring any textbooks to class today.

Zhu Xinya: Am I being good? [blinking eyes]

Que Hanfu, who was just about to leave her office for the teaching building, opened the WeChat interface and saw Zhu Xinya’s message. Before her brain could decide whether to reply, her hand had already acted on its own.

Que Hanfu: Good.

After sending the reply, Que Hanfu frowned slightly.

Was she paying too much attention to Zhu Xinya? Even replying to such a trivial message.

Her phone vibrated twice more, but this time Que Hanfu didn’t check it.

Que Hanfu left her office, holding an umbrella as she strolled leisurely toward the teaching building.

She was far too eye-catching; even the fresh, budding greenery in the rain couldn’t steal a fraction of her radiance.

Many people on the road stole glances at her, but Que Hanfu paid no attention.

Partly because she was used to it, and partly because her phone kept vibrating incessantly in her hand.

Where did Zhu Xinya find so many things to say to her?

While wondering to herself, Que Hanfu thought, I’ll just treat it as studying the thought process of a little fool. I’ll take a casual look.

Que Hanfu opened WeChat to find that Zhu Xinya had sent at least ten messages, none of which contained anything useful.

Zhu Xinya: Thank you for the praise, Professor Que.

Zhu Xinya: I think I’m super good too.

Zhu Xinya: Professor Que, since I’m being so good, can I go back to your office with you after class? [twiddling fingers]

Zhu Xinya: Professor Que?

Zhu Xinya: Does no reply mean you don’t agree?

Zhu Xinya: “Don’t be like that, Professor Que. You agree, right? You agree? I have something super important to tell you.”

Zhu Xinya: [Mwah]

Zhu Xinya: [Spinning around]

Zhu Xinya: [Kissing you]

Zhu Xinya: [Bursting into tears]

Followed by a string of emojis.

Que Hanfu: “Be quiet. Put your phone away and pay attention in class.”

Zhu Xinya, who had been sitting in the classroom staring disappointedly at her phone, suddenly brightened up.

Zhu Xinya: “If I pay attention, can I come to your office?”

Zhu Xinya: “Really? Really?”

Que Hanfu: “You’re too talkative.”

Zhu Xinya: “Ahhhh, Professor Que, you’re so wonderful! I love you!”

Upon seeing Zhu Xinya’s last message, Que Hanfu’s expression suddenly darkened, as if she had remembered something.

On the other end, after sending the message, Zhu Xinya suddenly realized her mistake and quickly tapped to recall it, then sent another message instead.

Zhu Xinya: “Thank you, Professor Que. [Smile]”

Zhu Xinya blushed nervously from her face down to her neck.

She silently prayed that Que Hanfu hadn’t seen the message she had recalled.

The novel had mentioned more than once that Que Hanfu couldn’t stand seeing or hearing the words “I love you.”

Que Hanfu didn’t believe in love.

Whenever she saw or heard “I love you,” she would experience physical stomach cramps.

The reason was related to her family.

Que Hanfu came from a family of scholars, with both parents being university professors. They had always been strict with her, teaching her to be an outstanding person, and Que Hanfu had always been proud of her parents.

When Que Hanfu was in eighth grade, she accidentally discovered that her father, Que Linying, was keeping a mistress outside, who had given birth to a son only two months younger than Que Hanfu.

The fact that Que Linying had cheated on her mother during her pregnancy deeply shocked Que Hanfu. She couldn’t believe that the man who hugged her mother every day before leaving the house and said “I love you” was such a person.

No matter how brilliant Que Hanfu was, she was still just a teenage girl at the time. Dazed and confused, she went to her mother, Lian Shi, wanting to tell her what she had discovered, only to find that Lian Shi was also involved in an inappropriate relationship with one of her students.

Deeply traumatized, Que Hanfu closed off her emotions and coldly watched her parents pretend to be a loving couple.

Over time, the repression became so overwhelming that Que Hanfu would experience stomach cramps whenever she heard the words “I love you.”

When Zhu Xinya read the novel, she had joked that a tragic family background was practically a standard trope for the male and female leads. The two of them were in a competition to see who could be more miserable.

But Li Heng and Que Hanfu were different in one crucial aspect.

Li Heng’s heart had turned dark, while Que Hanfu had always retained her kind nature. Even when Li Heng later pushed her into the mud, she never changed.

Zhu Xinya couldn’t rest easy no matter how she thought about it. Que Hanfu was surely on her way to the classroom, and she needed to check if Que Hanfu was experiencing stomach cramps. Otherwise, given Que Hanfu’s dedication to her work, she would endure it for an entire hour until class ended before going to the infirmary for medicine.

Zhu Xinya grabbed her phone and rushed out in a flurry. It wasn’t until she reached the entrance of the teaching building that she realized she had forgotten her umbrella.

Zhu Xinya looked around for Que Hanfu and finally spotted her not far ahead, holding an umbrella.

Not only had Zhu Xinya forgotten her umbrella, but she had also left her jacket behind. The classroom had been stuffy, so she had taken it off and draped it over the back of her chair. Otherwise, she could have used it to shield herself from the rain.

Outside, the rain fell in nearly continuous sheets, splashing on the ground and creating puddles. Zhu Xinya bit her lower lip, knowing she couldn’t delay any longer. She placed her hands over her forehead and dashed into the downpour.

Puddles had gathered in the uneven spots on the ground, and Zhu Xinya had already stepped in several of them, soaking her sneakers completely.

“Hanfu!” Zhu Xinya ran up to Que Hanfu.

Que Hanfu’s cold gaze fell on Zhu Xinya, and her breath hitched for a moment.

Zhu Xinya looked utterly disheveled.

Her hair was drenched by the rain, clinging messily to her face. Her clothes were completely soaked through, and the chilly spring rain had turned her fair skin pale, her rosy lips now devoid of any color.

Standing outside the umbrella, shivering in the rain, Zhu Xinya stubbornly kept her eyes fixed on Que Hanfu, her tone urgent.

“Hanfu, don’t teach this class right now. Let another teacher who has time cover for you. Come with me to the infirmary.”

Que Hanfu frowned and reached out to pull Zhu Xinya under the umbrella. “Where is your head? Why did you run out without an umbrella?”

Afraid that the rain on her clothes would soak Que Hanfu and worsen her stomach cramps from the cold, Zhu Xinya took a step back, out of the umbrella’s cover. “Hanfu, come with me to the infirmary,” she insisted stubbornly.

Que Hanfu stood her ground, shifting the umbrella to cover Zhu Xinya’s head. “Why go to the infirmary? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Zhu Xinya’s intelligence finally kicked in. Que Hanfu was exceptionally good at enduring pain, and aside from herself, no one knew about her stomach cramps. So, it was even more impossible for Zhu Xinya to know.

“I’m not feeling well. I need someone to accompany me to the infirmary,” Zhu Xinya said guiltily. She hadn’t yet figured out exactly what was wrong with her. What if Que Hanfu pressed for details?

“Achoo!” A chilly breeze swept by, and Zhu Xinya couldn’t hold back a sneeze.

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