Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

Qiaoqi slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

The heat on her face hadn't completely subsided, and her heart was still pounding, but the initial panic and shame had been replaced by a stronger sense of regret—

"I should have... filmed it!"

She bit her lip, raised her hand angrily, and slammed it against the wall beside her with a dull thud.

His eyes were filled with regret and resentment at missing a good opportunity.

The image I just saw showed Teacher Yu's vulnerable, unguarded state, her slightly open collar, her loose black hair, and the sickly blush on her pale face...

If only this could be captured forever...

The thought made her breathing quicken.

Almost instinctively, she magically pulled a tiny, exquisitely crafted black camera from the large pocket of her school uniform jacket—clearly not an ordinary item.

This was specially commissioned by her father's top technical team.

Ultra-high definition image quality, ultra-fast silent continuous shooting, ultra-long standby time, yet its size is so small that it can be easily hidden in the palm of your hand or in your pocket.

Her sole purpose in ordering it was to capture every moment of Yu Fuli anytime, anywhere, without drawing attention—his focused profile in class, his slightly furrowed brows in the sunlight, or even the tips of his hair being blown by the wind as he walked down the corridor.

For the sake of this camera, she unusually took the initiative to ask her father, who was always on film sets and wanted her to follow in his footsteps.

She only vaguely mentioned wanting to study the latest portable imaging technology, but her father was so happy he almost burst into tears, thinking that his precious daughter had finally seen the light and developed an interest in the family's art of light and shadow (filming), and that she was likely to inherit his director empire in the future. Without saying a word, he allocated the best team and resources to her, and even personally participated in some of the parameter design.

At this moment, she stroked the cool, smooth camera casing, her fingertips brushing against the power switch.

If she had been just a little quicker and bolder, and had gently pressed the shutter when Teacher Yu wasn't looking, then that breathtaking fragility and beauty would already be a secret treasure belonging only to her.

She pressed her forehead against her knees in frustration.

next time……

I definitely can't miss it next time.

……

Yu Fuli stayed in the hospital for several days, feeling like her bones were about to fall apart.

He only suffered minor injuries, plus physical exhaustion, so he should have been able to be discharged after a day or two of observation.

But the dean personally issued a strict order, saying: "The impact may have potential hidden dangers, and a thorough investigation and rest are necessary."

They arranged the most comprehensive examination and the most relaxed VIP ward for him, and even granted him paid leave, requiring him to fully recover before returning to school.

Yu Fuli knew perfectly well what was behind this excessive concern.

Sure enough, during one of the dean's concerned visits, he casually brought it up, his words full of deliberation: "I wonder if His Excellency Duke Cornworth is aware of Professor Yu's recent accident? Shouldn't the academy formally inform him?"

Those shrewd eyes held a cautious probing.

Yu Fuli was leaning against the headboard reading a book when she heard this. She simply raised her eyes calmly and said in her usual tone, "He doesn't know, and the Duke is busy with affairs. Why bother him with such a small matter?"

With just a few words, the dean's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, and a more sincere, or rather, more relieved smile appeared on his face as he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Professor Yu is right. It's a small matter, a small matter. There's really no need to disturb His Excellency the Duke."

The biggest weight that had been hanging over Yu Fuli's heart seemed to have been lifted, and the dean's attitude became even more attentive and considerate, making it seem as if Yu Fuli was not hospitalized, but rather recuperating and on vacation.

And so, Yu Fuli received wave after wave of visitors in this private hospital room.

The dean and school leaders were frequent visitors, speaking earnestly and showing great care, with gifts piled up in the corner. Colleagues also arrived one after another, their expressions varied, mostly curious and inquisitive.

The students were the liveliest, led by Qiaoqi, who came almost every day, bringing snacks, books, and even little gadgets to keep them entertained. Their chatter added a lot of life to the quiet ward.

Jiang Yu did not appear in person again, but the exquisite meals delivered on time every day by different famous private chefs never stopped, making the whole hospital aware of it.

Xiao Chi's bodyguard and Yun Bai's silent subordinate, Mo Yi, also came on behalf of their young master, leaving behind expensive tonics and formulaic greetings.

Lin Xun, however, never came even once.

When Yu Fuli asked, Qiao Qi only said that he was busy with student council affairs.

He expressed his understanding, explaining that student council president Wen Qiaoan was currently primarily responsible for treating Xiao Chi and Yun Bai's injuries, thus the burden of the student council largely fell on Lin Xun's shoulders.

Surrounded by various gazes and undercurrents of concern, time slowly passed.

It wasn't until Wen Qiaoan, who was in charge of his case, conducted a thorough examination that he finally took off his stethoscope and signed his name on the discharge form.

"You're recovering well, Professor Yu. You can be discharged now, but you still need to rest when you get home and avoid overexertion."

The main reason is that Yu Fuli has visibly gained weight, and there's really no reason to keep her in the hospital any longer.

Yu Fuli took the thin piece of paper, feeling a sense of relief, as if she had regained her freedom.

Yu Fuli returned to her ward, preparing to pack her few personal belongings to be discharged, but unexpectedly found that someone was already in the room.

It's Lin Xun.

The boy stood quietly by the bed, backlit, his figure appearing much taller and more upright than he remembered.

Yu Fuli was slightly taken aback. Upon closer inspection, Lin Xun had indeed grown a bit taller, and his shoulders and back were no longer as thin as before, but had the strong lines of a young man.

He stood there, his calm demeanor inexplicably exuding an undeniable presence, making Yu Fuli almost dazed: Is this really the boy who needed his constant protection, quiet as a little white flower?

"Teacher," Lin Xun turned around, a familiar, slightly shy smile on his face, "Congratulations on your discharge from the hospital." His voice was gentle, and his gaze fell on Yu Fuli, as if he were simply happy for his teacher's recovery.

However, his gaze quickly passed over Yu Fuli's shoulder and landed outside the ward door. Yu Fuli hadn't closed the door when she came in, and from this angle, Lin Xun could clearly see the scene in the corridor.

Jiang Yu was standing there.

Jiang Yu was holding a large bouquet of vibrant red roses and was about to step over when she saw the scene inside the ward, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

His gaze instantly locked onto Lin Xun by the bedside, and Yu Fuli, who was facing away from the door and completely unaware of what was happening.

What a coincidence!

A cold smile flashed across Lin Xun's eyes.

Last time, he stood in the same spot where Jiang Yu is now and watched helplessly as this person lowered his head and kissed Teacher Yu.

Now, their positions have been reversed.