Seriously, sir? You can even pursue a professor?

"Looking for Professor Ruan, right? Come in." Tang Rui appeared beside Tang Zheng at some point and said to Song Xingyao with a smile.

"Teacher Tang," Song Xingyao greeted Tang Rui, "I'm here to return a book. Could you please give this book to Professor Ruan for me? I won't go in and disturb you any longer." As she spoke, Song Xingyao took the book out of her bag and handed it to Tang Rui. "This fruit is just a small token of my appreciation."

Song Xingyao and Tang Rui had met a few times, all when they went to see Professor Ruan. But for some reason, this time she felt that Tang Rui's gaze and smile seemed a little strange.

It's like a big bad wolf looking at a little white rabbit.

"It's alright, come in and sit for a while. Hongzhuang always talks to me about how you are an exceptionally outstanding child, diligent and studious, and very talented. She really likes you." Tang Rui said to Song Xingyao with a smile as she took the things.

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Song Xingyao's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved upwards. Her face showed a look of being flattered and even a little excited.

However, she remembered that Professor Ruan had said she was stupid last time. Could it be that Professor Ruan said that on purpose because he was afraid she would become arrogant?

Professor Ruan really went to great lengths; she was so touched.

Tang Zheng, who was standing to the side, saw the changes in Song Xingyao's expression and then glanced at his older sister, who remained completely calm and composed.

Isn't this a complete scam?

Tang Rui noticed Tang Zheng's gaze and glared at him. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get that girl some slippers."

Tang Zheng walked to the shoe cabinet next to him, bent down and opened the cabinet door. The shoes inside were neatly arranged, mostly flat shoes, with only a pair of silver high heels on the bottom shelf. They looked new and had never been worn.

Tang Zheng took out a pair of slippers and placed them on the ground. As he closed the cabinet door, he glanced at the pair of silver high heels at the bottom.

With such thin heels, it must be easy to twist your ankle.

"No need, Professor Tang, I'm just here to return the book. I'll be going now and visit Professor Ruan another day," Song Xingyao said, preparing to leave.

"Since you're already here, come in and sit for a while. Hongzhuang doesn't have anything to do, so you two can chat." Tang Rui gently pulled Song Xingyao's wrist, afraid that the girl would run away.

Just as the two were politely declining each other's offer, Ruan Hongzhuang arrived at the door. She looked at Song Xingyao, who was standing at the door, and said, "Come in and sit for a while."

When Song Xingyao saw Ruan Hongzhuang, her eyes immediately lit up as if she had seen her goddess. She obediently responded:

"Okay, Professor Ruan."

"Tang Zheng, go wash some fruit."

"Okay," Tang Zheng replied indifferently, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Tang Zheng carried a basin of washed fruit out of the kitchen. The three women were sitting on the sofa, and his older sister was already chatting with Song Xingyao.

"Xingyao, where are you from?"

"From Hangzhou."

"Hangzhou, I've heard it's famous for its beautiful women. No wonder you're so pretty, Xingyao."

"No, no, you and Professor Ruan are both much better looking than me."

"You're quite the talker," Tang Rui said, looking at Tang Zheng who was walking over. "I forgot to introduce you earlier, this is my younger brother, Tang Zheng. He'll be coming to Han University to study in two months."

Song Xingyao looked up at Tang Zheng, just about to greet him.

Tang Zheng quickly placed the fruit on the coffee table, clutched his stomach, and ran towards the bathroom.

"Sis, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the restroom."

Song Xingyao glanced at Tang Zheng's departing figure before turning her gaze away.

"What a useless piece of trash," Tang Rui cursed inwardly.

After entering the restroom, Tang Zheng went to the sink, admired his handsome face in the mirror for a while, took out his phone from his pocket, and started playing a puzzle game.

Playing some brain-training games when you have free time is good for your brain.

"Professor Ruan, please get some rest. I won't disturb you any longer."

"it is good."

Goodbye, Professor Ruan; goodbye, Teacher Tang.

"I'll see you off, Xingyao."

"No need, no need, Teacher Tang, you can just sit down."

The door closed, and Song Xingyao left the apartment.

After a while, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Tang Zheng walked out, clutching his stomach and looking somewhat "weak".

"How did this happen?" Tang Rui looked up at Tang Zheng and asked with concern.

"That kid Zhao Yihang treated me to some spicy hot pot, it might not have been very clean," Tang Zheng said weakly as he sat down on the sofa.

"I told you not to eat that junk food from outside, but you just wouldn't listen."

"Sis, you ate fried chicken last night," Tang Zheng said, glancing at Tang Rui.

Tang Rui paused for a moment, then said, "Fried chicken isn't junk food; it's a source of high-quality protein."

"How was that girl?" Tang Rui changed the subject and asked.

Tang Zheng looked puzzled. "What? How?"

Tang Rui glanced at him sideways, "Stop pretending to be stupid."

"I'm only nineteen. I should focus my energy on more meaningful things."

Tang Rui chuckled. "The more meaningful things you're talking about, do you mean spending all day reading novels and playing games?"

Tang Zheng: "..."

"That was before. I was young and naive back then, and now I want to change things."

Tang Rui looked at Tang Zheng. Putting everything else aside, his appearance had indeed changed, and quite successfully at that.

"You haven't gotten into any kind of trauma, have you?"

"I wouldn't say I was stimulated, it's just that I recently read a novel where the protagonist was an ordinary person with no talent for cultivation, and then he relied on his own efforts..."

Tang Rui glanced at Tang Zheng, somewhat skeptical. Could reading novels really have such benefits?

"Hongzhuang, do you think this kid is telling the truth?" Tang Rui turned to look at Ruan Hongzhuang beside her and asked.

Ruan Hongzhuang picked up a grape and put it in her mouth, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Tang Zheng.

"Maybe."

The phone rang, and Tang Rui took her cell phone out of her pocket and answered the call.

A moment later, the call ended.

"Something came up at the Academic Affairs Office, I have to go there," Tang Rui said, turning to look at Tang Zheng, who was nestled on the sofa beside her. "Stay here and listen to your Aunt Ruan's instructions, don't slack off."

"know."

Soon, only Tang Zheng and Ruan Hongzhuang remained in the apartment.

"Is there anything you need, Aunt Ruan?" Tang Zheng asked Ruan Hongzhuang, who was standing beside him, following his older sister's instructions.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep for a while, just don't disturb me," Ruan Hongzhuang said, getting up and walking towards the window.

The curtains were slowly drawn, and the light in the room instantly dimmed.

Ruan Hongzhuang lay down on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and closed her eyes.

Tang Zheng glanced at Ruan Hongzhuang on the bed, took off his shoes, lay down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Hopefully, Aunt Ruan won't snore and disturb him when she sleeps.