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Although she knew her classmates were teasing her, she was still very happy. Even friends from Capital City were teasing her, saying, "Wow, you're still at a man's house this late?"
Are you planning not to return home tonight?
Even the teacher who had lectured in class before had given Zheng Yanyan's post a thumbs up, commenting on how envious she was!
Upon seeing the teacher's comment, Zheng Yanyan immediately responded with a blushing face emoji.
Then the teacher began to comment on the design of Zhou Yuwen's house.
Zheng Yanyan immediately responded.
Fellow classmates also teased in the comments, saying, "I'm attending a live class, better grab a seat."
Zheng Yanyan liked the lively atmosphere in her social media feed, becoming even happier.
Lying on Zhou Yuwen's Chesterfield sofa was truly comfortable; she stretched her body a bit.
Zheng Yanyan suddenly found, in the crack of the sofa, a strand... of hair?
Zheng Yanyan picked up the hair, black and long, obviously a woman's hair, and sniffed it close to her nose.
The smell was familiar, the scent of a commonly used shampoo.
"Who are you chatting with, smiling so happily?" Zhou Yuwen came over with the dish of clams.
Eating clams should be paired with some fizzy drinks, but since Zhou Yuwen had run out of drinks, he had fetched a bottle of champagne instead.
"No, I was chatting with the teacher, hehe." After Zhou Yuwen came over, Zheng Yanyan put aside the incident with the hair, having just reconciled with Zhou Yuwen; she didn't want such a minor issue to affect their relationship.
Maybe the hair had been accidentally left behind by a roommate during a previous visit to Zhou Yuwen's house.
She scooted over slightly, making room for Zhou Yuwen to sit down.
Zhou Yuwen poured two glasses of champagne, and Zheng Yanyan got up, kneeling in front of Zhou Yuwen, hooking her hands around his neck, her chest resting directly on his head, and said, "Honey, look, is it this teacher?"
Zhou Yuwen was surprised. Their recent social media post had garnered so much chat in just five minutes?
Zheng Yanyan told Zhou Yuwen that this teacher was quite popular.
Zhou Yuwen handed a glass to Zheng Yanyan, who spoke about the teacher while accepting it.
A female teacher, who had studied abroad at Waseda before, worked in a big company after graduating, and then started teaching at the university after getting married, quite a remarkable woman.
"Our classmates really like her. She carries an LV bag, worth over twenty thousand." Zheng Yanyan spoke with envy in her eyes.
There were many such female teachers in the university, generally from wealthy families, taking light jobs at the university, and they often had good relations with the students.
At this time, Zheng Yanyan's class group had those enviable comments, seeing Zheng Yanyan's social media post, they mentioned her in the group: "Show us more photos of your boyfriend's house!"
"Yeah, Yanyan sis, you always said you didn't have time before, now that you finally do, why not share some photos?"
There were more female students in Zheng Yanyan's class.
Upon seeing this, Zheng Yanyan immediately took a photo of her holding the champagne and posted it in the group.
"Living the high life with my man, no time."
Zheng Yanyan, while taking the photo, noticed Zhou Yuwen instinctively dodging, which made her a bit upset. Pouting, she said, "I didn't photograph you."
"Can you not behave like you don't want to be seen with me every time?" Zheng Yanyan said, sounding particularly meek.
Zhou Yuwen responded, "No, I just feel it's inappropriate to post that in the class group, nothing else."
As he spoke, he kissed Zheng Yanyan on the cheek. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N0velFire.ɴet
Zheng Yanyan retorted, "Don't think I don't know."
"You just don't want Su Qing to see it," Zheng Yanyan asserted.
Zhou Yuwen dismissed it as overthinking.
Zheng Yanyan said it didn't matter anymore.
"I've realized it doesn't matter whatever happened before; you are my man now, you just need to love me wholeheartedly from now on. I even found a strand of Su Qing's hair on the sofa just now and I wasn't even mad," Zheng Yanyan lounged on Zhou Yuwen's leg and said.
Zhou Yuwen replied, "That's how you should be."
After Zheng Yanyan posted that photo, the group indeed erupted into a clamorous excitement, and Zheng Yanyan, resting on Zhou Yuwen's legs, was busy replying.
Zhou Yuwen didn't understand the joy in doing so.
But Zheng Yanyan loved becoming the center of others' attention and thrived on it,
especially when her favorite teacher, Sun Xue, personally joined the discussion.
"@Zheng Yanyan, Krug, your boyfriend has good taste."
Zheng Yanyan couldn't help but smile at this comment, showing her phone to Zhou Yuwen, saying, "Our teacher says you have good taste."
Zhou Yuwen was indifferent to such compliments, but the students took the teacher's words very seriously. After the teacher mentioned the brand of champagne, everyone searched for it and then collectively flattered.
Indeed, college teachers also judge people according to their societal status, especially those well-off female professors; they usually mingled with the students from similarly affluent families, discussing perfumes, handbags, and such.
After all, they came to work at the university just for leisure and definitely sought out those of similar tastes.
These messages that Zheng Yanyan sent were seen as trivial by Zhou Yuwen; but they indeed caught Sun Xue's attention, prompting her to converse more with Zheng Yanyan.
She even offered some professional suggestions for the decor in Zhou Yuwen's home.
Zheng Yanyan, politely in the group, said, "Okay, Sun Xue teacher, I'll tell him right now (smile)"