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

What the system couldn't understand, Yu Fuli understood even less.

The one-man rule fell into a long silence.

The red light had long since turned green, and then it turned red again.

Yu Fuli stood there, watching the red numbers change one by one, but her mind was in complete turmoil.

The death of the protagonist, Lin Xun, the plot racing in a bizarre direction, and the world consciousness that, in everyone's eyes, should be dead but suddenly comes back to life...

He raised his hand and pressed his temple. Things seemed to be spiraling out of control, and in a way that was beyond his control.

Just then, a triumphant roar suddenly exploded in my mind: "Who cares!"

Yu Fuli was startled.

[It's best if this idiot world consciousness doesn't appear!] The system's voice was menacing. [Otherwise, I'll make it explode again!]

Yu Fuli: "…………"

He remained silent for three seconds, silently asking in his mind, "System, are you really not considering going back to fix it?"

He's swearing like that; he looks quite ill.

"No rush, no rush." ​​The system's tone instantly returned to calm, as if the system that had just been yelling about destroying the world's consciousness wasn't itself. "It's just a minor problem."

Yu Fuli thought to herself: This is more than just a small problem.

But he didn't say it aloud; he just silently made a note of it to the system in his mind.

Its mental state is worrying; it is recommended to return it to the factory for inspection and repair.

In fact, the system has its own considerations.

It was certainly aware that something was wrong with it; the feeling was quite pronounced, like a cold, impersonal AI robot suddenly being crammed into a human body—everything felt off. Although it knew this was just an illusion caused by the viral invasion following the attack.

However, if we go back to the Quick Transmigration Bureau for repairs, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth.

There is a time difference between different worlds.

Just like last time, because the main god was on vacation, the systems were urgently recalled. For the systems, it was only a day or two of returning, but for Yu Fuli, it was several months.

Therefore, the Quick Transmigration Bureau has a rule: unless absolutely necessary, the system must not return to the Quick Transmigration Bureau without cause.

That's what I'm worried about – the time difference.

If something unexpected were to happen that threatens the host's physical and mental safety, then it would be a case of losing more than one gains.

Aside from the time difference, the system was more concerned about Yu Fuli's mental state.

It had witnessed the other's condition over the past few days. Those nightmares, those self-blame, those unspoken guilts buried deep in his heart... The system was extremely anxious, yet it didn't know how to help him. Fortunately, after today's words of comfort, Yu Fuli was finally back to being the cheerful and confident Yu Fuli he always was.

The ball of light swayed slightly, as if it had breathed a sigh of relief.

That's enough. If it's mentally unstable, so be it. As long as Yu Fuli is doing well, that's all that matters.

[Alright! The green light is on!] the system urged. [Don't waste time, don't forget you have to keep your appointment with Jiang Yu's brother!]

"Okay, okay! Stop rushing me!"

Yu Fuli smiled and responded, then stepped across the zebra crossing and headed towards Qiyun Pavilion. Sunlight fell on his shoulders, making his light and agile figure appear particularly vivid.

Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, by the window on the second floor of Qiyun Pavilion, someone was deeply preoccupied with thoughts of him.

Jiang Lianqing held a cup of tea, the tea soup was clear and steaming with a faint fragrance.

But his mind wasn't on the tea, or even on the room; it was still on that fleeting glimpse he'd just caught on the street.

The man stood at the crossroads, sunlight falling on his brow and eyes. He yawned wearily, a little water glistening in the corner of his eye. Then, as if thinking of something, he suddenly laughed, his eyes crinkling like a satisfied fox.

Jiang Lianqing's fingers tightened slightly.

He didn't notice that the tea had gone cold.

His mind is now filled with images of that person.

What's his name?

I don't know where you live.

Jiang Lianqing stood by the window, regretting why he hadn't gotten out of the car immediately to chat with the young man! He desperately wanted to go downstairs and chase after him right now, but he couldn't; he still had to discuss things with Yu Fuli.

His heart sank to the bottom. He felt a bit resentful towards Yu Fuli, whom he hadn't even met yet. If he didn't have to discuss things with her, he could have already gone after his sweetheart!

As Jiang Lianqing was thinking this, his gaze inadvertently drifted downstairs and he saw the figure that haunted his dreams!

The person crossed the road and got closer and closer, close enough to see the tips of his hair that were slightly shiny in the sunlight, close enough to see the corners of his lips curving up as he looked down at his phone.

Then the person walked past his window without looking up.

Jiang Lianqing's gaze followed him all the way to the entrance of Qiyun Pavilion, until the door closed behind him.

He came in!

He and he are in the same place now!

Jiang Lianqing suddenly realized that this cup of herbal tea wasn't so bad after all.

He lowered his eyes, and a smile crept onto his lips. His mind began to conjure up images uncontrollably.

How should I start a conversation when we first meet in person?

"Hello, my name is Jiang Lianqing." Too ordinary.

"I saw you crossing the street from the car just now." No, that sounds like stalking.

"Are you looking for someone? Perhaps I can help you." This is good, natural, appropriate, and it also makes it easy to ask his name.

and then?

Then they should sit down and have a cup of tea. He'll know his name, what he does, and why he's here. He'll notice that the man's eyes crinkle into crescents when he speaks, and that he smiles like a satiated fox, just like he did at the crossroads.

The sunlight outside the window seemed a little warmer.

Jiang Lianqing's thoughts continued down that road.

He began to imagine their second meeting.

That must have happened in a casual setting, like a bubble tea shop on a street corner or a park bench, where he would pretend to bump into someone and exclaim in surprise, "What a coincidence!"

By then, he already knew that he would call out the other person's name affectionately, and the other person would blink and say, "Oh, it's you."

At this point, he can take the opportunity to suggest having a meal together, and they will have a meal together.

Then, he'll find a reason to ask him out. To see a movie, take a walk, watch the autumn leaves fall. He'll slowly learn what this person likes and dislikes, whether he's afraid of the cold, and whether he likes sweets.

He will watch that person gradually walk into his life.

Like a cat, cautiously exploring before settling down comfortably.

The third time we met. The tenth time. The thirtieth time.

Jiang Lianqing's fingers gently caressed the rim of the teacup.

He saw himself waiting for the man downstairs after get off work, and saw the man come running out, panting, saying, "Have you been waiting long?" But his eyes were bright.

He saw himself holding that person's hand as they walked down street after street, palm to palm, warmth transferring little by little. The person's hand was a size smaller than his, with distinct knuckles; wouldn't it be cold in winter? He could give him his gloves.

He saw himself instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes from the draft when the man yawned. The man paused for a moment, then smiled, his eyes crinkling like a fox that had just stolen a fish.

It turns out he had known this person for so long in his mind.

Jiang Lianqing's Adam's apple bobbed.

Then came the proposal.

Where should it be? Spring? Or autumn? What kind of flowers would he like? But whatever the flower, with his wealth, he could easily obtain it.

He wanted to find a quiet place, just the two of them. Maybe the woods where they first took a walk, or a hillside where they could see the stars. He would prepare the ring beforehand, hiding it in his pocket, his palms sweating with nervousness.

He would look the person in the eyes and say... say what?

Saying, "I like you," is too soft.

Saying, "Be with me," is too ordinary.

He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable word.

In the end, she might just hold that person's hand, unable to say anything, just looking at him with her eyes burning.

The person would wink, then smile and lean in to place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"it is good."

Jiang Lianqing paused for a moment.

Then came the wedding.

He spent a long time mentally selecting a venue—not too big, not too many people, just their closest friends and family. What color would that person wear? White? Or their usual light color?

He wanted to hold his hand and walk through the crowd, to say those words he had rehearsed countless times in his mind in front of everyone he knew.

"I do."

Just thinking about those two words made Jiang Lianqing feel as if something was gently squeezing her heart.

Then many, many years later.

Will they have children?

Jiang Lianqing wasn't sure, but he thought that if that person wanted one, then they should adopt one. A little girl, or a little boy, with eyes like that person's, curved like crescent moons when they smiled.

He would teach the child to walk, to talk, and to say "Dad." The man would watch from the side, his eyes crinkling with laughter, and occasionally he would lean in and kiss the child's cheek.

They would take a walk together in the evening, each holding one of the child's hands. The setting sun cast long, overlapping shadows of the three of them, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

The children have grown up, and they have grown old.

But when that person smiled, he still looked like a fox, and his eyes were still curved like crescent moons, just like when we first met.

Jiang Lianqing thought: By then, he would probably still be standing somewhere looking at that person, his heart melting completely, just like he is now.

"gentlemen?"

His assistant's voice interrupted his thoughts. He hesitated as he looked at his boss, wondering why his boss was staring out the window and suddenly grinning like an idiot, and in such a strange way.

Jiang Lianqing snapped out of his reverie. The teacup had gone completely cold. He put down the tea and gave a self-deprecating laugh—he had actually imagined the rest of his life like a naive young boy.

He then stormed out amidst his assistant's exclamations. To hell with Yu Fuli, to hell with Jiang Yu, he didn't care anymore, he was going to pursue his true love!

He ran out of the private room and saw his true love looking at him with a hint of doubt in her eyes in the corridor.

It was alive and well, right in front of him.

Jiang Lianqing suddenly felt that those imaginings from earlier weren't so far-fetched after all, and a smile curved her lips without her even realizing it.

He took a breath, lowered his voice, and said in what he thought was a very elegant manner, "Hello."

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the person's shoulder.

Jiang Lianqing thought to himself, "So it's best to ask him his name in person."

"Can we get to know each other?"

Jiang Lianqing's voice was steady and appropriate, with just the right amount of gentle laughter.

"I am Jiang Lianqing."

As he spoke, he glanced discreetly to the side—his reflection was visible through the gleaming glass door: his hair was neat, his clothes were clean, he was in top form, and his face remained as handsome as ever.

Excellent, absolutely perfect!

It will definitely leave a good impression on your true love!

He silently gave himself a perfect score in his mind, then looked away and focused his gaze back on the person in front of him.

Then he froze, his sweetheart's expression seemed a little strange?

It wasn't the aloof politeness you feel when meeting a stranger for the first time, nor the slight surprise you feel when someone approaches you; rather, it was a subtle feeling that was hard to describe.

It's like seeing an acquaintance showing off in front of you.

Jiang Lianqing's heart skipped a beat. Was it his imagination? Did his beloved seem... to recognize him?

Before he could think it through, the person opposite him had already spoken.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." The man's voice was calm and light, with a hint of a smile. "I am Yu Fuli."

Wow wow wow wow!

He said his name!

Jiang Lianqing maintained a polite smile on his face, but inside, fireworks were exploding. He said his name! He spoke to me! His voice is so beautiful! His name is so beautiful too!

Yu Fuli, Fuli means fox, what a vivid name! You can tell at a glance that this person is like a little fox!

and many more……

Jiang Lianqing's smile froze for a moment.

Yu Fuli, why does that name sound so familiar? Why does it sound so much like that... that person his brother drugged?

Hmm... it's not just a guess.

That's fucking amazing!!!

Jiang Lianqing heard something break.

A crisp sound came from the chest cavity.

That was his heart.

The person he fell in love with at first sight turned out to be the same person his brother had drugged.