Chapter 3

In high school, Lin Nan was severely biased in his studies.

As a humanities student, his Chinese and history were basically passable, but he had almost never passed in other subjects, especially geometry and physics, which were like a book written in a foreign language to him.

After so many years, he could still recall some of the familiar Chinese and history, but algebra, geometry, physics, and English were almost completely forgotten.

So when he saw that he was holding an algebra book, without even thinking, he subconsciously threw it aside.

The great mathematician Kant once said: Some people are born for numbers, while others get a headache just by looking at them. Lin Nan felt he was definitely the latter.

"What should I do?" Lin Nan idly tapped his fingers on the desk, tapping about a dozen times before Tong Xiaoya frowned and turned to look at him.

"Are you annoying or what?"

"Me?" Lin Nan looked at her in confusion, seemingly not understanding why he was being blamed: "What did I do?"

"You're tapping the desk, disturbing people's studying, don't you know?" Tong Xiaoya's face was cold as she glared at him.

"Oh, oh, sorry." Lin Nan quickly withdrew his arm and gave an apologetic smile.

Tong Xiaoya helplessly shook her head, turned back, and continued doing her problems.

At this moment, the familiar light music played again, signaling the end of the short break.

Lin Nan and a few others ran into the classroom with a basketball, and a slightly slender figure carrying a Chinese textbook also walked in.

Seeing this person, Lin Nan couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

If there was one person other than Tong Xiaoya that Lin Nan could remember from his entire high school years, it was undoubtedly this person, a woman, a woman with a face that could be considered one of the most beautiful in the world.

This woman's name was Su Muyan, who was twenty-five years old and the Chinese teacher for Class 11 and Class 12 of the senior year.

She graduated from the Capital Normal University at the age of twenty-two. Although young, her teaching ability was quite good. Moreover, among the young female teachers of the high school and even the entire Ninghai City, Su Muyan's appearance was undoubtedly one of the best, especially her fiery figure wrapped in a professional suit, which had captivated many students and even male teachers, including the former Lin Nan.

The only flaw was that Su Muyan's health was very poor, and she often had to take sick leave. Her personality was overly weak, and her control over the classroom was very poor. As a result, her classes often had to be supervised by the homeroom teachers to proceed, but today, Du Qiuyue was not in the class.

"Class begins." Su Muyan walked up to the podium, gently placed the textbook on the desk, and said loudly to the students below.

"Good morning, teacher." A group of students stood up, a few of the poor students in the back deliberately stretching their necks and elongating their voices.

"Alright, please sit down." Su Muyan lightly frowned and casually glanced around, suddenly noticing that Lin Nan, sitting in the third row, was staring at her with a mesmerized look. She immediately glared at him.

However, all of this happened in an instant. She then opened the textbook and, with her characteristic gentle voice, said, "Today we will continue analyzing the fourth section of Song poetry. Please turn to page forty-five of the textbook..."

Listening to Su Muyan's voice, Lin Nan felt as if he was suddenly plunged into endless memories. He vividly remembered the first time he saw Su Muyan when he first came to the high school, her nearly perfect face deeply etched in his mind. As one of the teachers of the two subjects he liked the most, this undoubtedly deepened his affection for her. However, what made him feel extremely regretful was that Su Muyan suddenly died of a heart attack after only two months of teaching them in their senior year, and in the days that followed, Lin Nan often thought of the beautiful teacher's charming face, feeling very sad.

"Is this really not a dream?" Lin Nan felt his nose start to sting and quickly tried to suppress his emotions, rubbing his brow forcefully. At this moment, he vaguely heard a series of murmurs coming from behind him.

"Hey, let's go play Legend tonight? I know a new internet cafe on Peace Road, it's only ten yuan for an all-night session..."

"So cheap, we must go. My Taoist is almost ready to summon a dog."

"Students in the back, stop talking." Su Muyan frowned and shouted at the last row of boys. However, her voice was not much louder than her usual speaking voice.

Moreover, since Du Qiuyue was not in the class today, the group of students who had squeezed in by paying money felt even more emboldened and ignored her, continuing to discuss which internet cafe to go to that night.

Whoosh!

A Chinese textbook flew from the middle of the classroom and hit a boy in the last row right in the face. The boy stood up abruptly, angry and shouted, "Who threw it!"

"It was me, what's the problem?" Lin Nan slowly stood up and turned around, looking at the boy with disdain.

At this moment, Su Muyan had already come over and looked at Lin Nan with some anger, saying, "Lin Nan, what are you doing? Disrupting the class discipline, is that it?"

"I didn't do anything." Lin Nan looked at Su Muyan helplessly: "Teacher Su, those few people in the back have been whispering, disturbing our class. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I threw the book as a warning."

"Nonsense, sit down quickly." Su Muyan glared at Lin Nan and then looked at the few people in the back, saying, "You also stop talking. I've been watching you for a while."

"Teacher, we didn't..." The boy tried to explain, but at this moment, the class monitor, Su Bing, who was sitting in the first seat on the other side, suddenly stood up and pointed at the boy, saying, "Yang Xueyu, you're disrupting the class discipline. I represent the whole class and ask you to leave!"

"No, no..." Yang Xueyu hurriedly waved his hand and sat down, but his eyes glared at Lin Nan with malice.

"Tell him to pass the book back to me." Lin Nan wrote a note and threw it to the student behind him, who then threw it to Yang Xueyu's seatmate. Yang Xueyu took the note, gritted his teeth, wrote a few words on it, and then passed the note and the book back to Lin Nan.

Lin Nan took back the book and glanced at the note. He saw that Yang Xueyu had written, "You wait, this isn't over between us."

"Huh." Lin Nan crumpled the note and threw it aside, then turned around and gave Yang Xueyu a cold look. In his memory, this guy was one of the main reasons he had gone astray, and in his previous life, he had gradually become a poor student after being in the same class as him, leading to a disappointing college entrance exam result.

"We'll see, in this life, I won't let you off easy!" Lin Nan silently vowed, and at this moment, he saw Yang Xueyu looking at him with a malicious expression, so he gave him the middle finger.