CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER008 LEISURELY MY HEART_2

Swan: Going to sleep

Fu Weiheng smiled slightly: Mm, have a good rest, goodnight.

...

On this late autumn night, two hidden sparks were quietly igniting feelings for each other...

Good days are always short, and the seven-day National Day holiday passed by in a flash. Su Wan also embarked on her journey back to school. Her train ticket was for twelve noon, so Su Wan had lunch at home first. After packing her luggage briefly, her uncle drove her to the station and only left after she had entered successfully.

By the time she reached Yanchuan station, it was already three thirty in the afternoon. Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye had called Su Wan earlier, saying they would pick her up. Sure enough, not long after she got off the train, Yao Ye’s call came: "Wanwan, have you gotten off the train? We’re at the exit!"

"I’ve just gotten off, on my way." After hanging up, Su Wan pulled her suitcase and walked towards the exit.

Su Wan was pretty and had a cello on her back, making her stand out in the crowd. Xu Chengyang spotted her from afar and ran over to take the cello off her back and slung it over his own, then spread out his hands, muttering, "My chicken wings, my chicken wings..."

Su Wan: "..."

She seemed to have overestimated their friendship.

...

In their fourth year, Yao Ye was preparing for graduate school exams, Xu Chengyang was retaking moral cultivation class, and Su Wan had to do an internship. So, during this idle period while waiting to join the group, Su Wan became the most leisurely person in the dormitory. Thus, unscrupulous Mr. Xu naturally dragged Su Wan to the large lecture hall — to attend class together.

Yanchuan Music College is most famous for its orchestral department. Apart from having a department head who was once a professor at the Berlin Music Academy, the faculty and education of the orchestral department are the best at Yan Yin. As a result, every year a large number of high school graduates apply to Yan Yin. With so many students, the classroom resources cannot accommodate everyone at once, so major classes like moral cultivation and theory are split into two sections. Su Wan and Yao Ye, Xu Chengyang were in different classes, so she didn’t take moral cultivation with them.

As a result, Su Wan has always wondered: Why was what should have been the easiest course to pass, moral cultivation and ethics, such an insurmountable hurdle for Xu Chengyang?

Until today, she understood.

A moral cultivation class that should have been calm and peaceful was turned into a tempest by Xu Chengyang’s intervention...

The middle-aged teacher on the podium was saying: "Cultivation is the outward manifestation after self-cultivation, while self-cultivation is the transformation of inner thoughts and actions. Cultivating noble qualities and correct attitudes towards people and affairs, acquiring knowledge and character to make it complete and perfect. In ancient times, Confucianism mostly referred to the cultivation of a complete personality, aligning one’s words and deeds with standards, etc..."

"I object!"

A sudden, loud, clear female voice shattered the long-standing silence in the large lecture hall.

All eyes instantly turned to the third-to-last row.

Su Wan was startled, glimpsed at Xu Chengyang beside her, who had raised his hand, and quietly moved six seats to the right. She seemed to understand why Yao Ye was unwilling to accompany Xu Chengyang to class...

Unfazed, Xu Chengyang lowered his hand and, with a reasonable demeanor, said: "Teacher, what you said is too absolute, right? Take the interior thoughts and behavior transformation, cultivating noble qualities and correct attitudes. That’s definitely impossible!" Mr. Xu turned his head and confidently winked at Su Wan, "Right, Wanwan!"

Everyone looked towards Su Wan, who was two meters away from Xu Chengyang.

Su Wan: "..."

The teacher looked bewildered: "???"

Xu Chengyang continued to explain: "A few years ago, wasn’t there a student poisoning case? The person surely received higher education, probably took many moral cultivation classes, but look, did their inner thoughts and behaviors change? Were their qualities noble? Were their attitudes correct? Everything was completely contrary!"

The teacher felt drained and, for a moment, had nothing to say, countering: "So, classmate, what’s your opinion?"

Mr. Xu replied, word by word, powerfully: "So, there’s absolutely no need for moral cultivation classes!"

As soon as the words fell, the classroom erupted into applause and uproarious laughter: "Hahaha..."

Xu Chengyang: "Thank you, thank you, everyone!"

The teacher: "..."

So, under everyone’s gaze, the moral cultivation teacher, citing "disturbing the normal thoughts of the nation’s flowers," asked Xu Chengyang to leave the classroom and directly deducted his attendance for the class.

Su Wan watched Mr. Xu’s unaffected back, confirming that one should not use normal people’s logic to deduce Xu Chengyang’s thoughts...

...

It was noon when Su Wan was supposed to go to the Fu Mansion to teach. The sky, which had been overcast all morning, was now starting to drizzle.

Su Wan stood in front of the dormitory building, with her cello on her back, ready to open her small floral umbrella, when a familiar figure in the distance made her suddenly freeze.

Fu Weiheng stood under a tree, his fair and slender fingers holding a large black umbrella. He was wearing a navy blue hooded hoodie and khaki casual pants, tall and upright, like a sunny schoolboy. As if sensing her, he looked up, meeting her gaze, his eyes filled with gentle laughter.

In this gloomy, oppressive rainy day, he was like the only bright and charming scenery, exceptionally handsome. People hurrying by couldn’t help but stop and take a few more glances at him.

Then, this charming view stepped towards her and stood still before her.

Su Wan slowly looked up, gazing at the man towering above her, opening her mouth but unable to speak for a long time.

This side of Fu Weiheng, seeing her at a loss for words, spoke first: "Going to teach Fanfan?"

Su Wan seemed a bit distracted, nodding randomly.

Fu Weiheng turned slightly, opened the umbrella, and started walking: "Let’s go."

His words faintly drifted into her ears, the God was specifically waiting here for her! Thoughts flashed by, and when Su Wan came back to her senses, Fu Weiheng was already ten steps ahead.

Su Wan hurriedly opened her umbrella and jogged to catch up.

When they reached the car door, the rain suddenly intensified. Su Wan quickly opened the back seat door, intending to sit with her cello when the petite figure inside surprised her: "Fanfan?"

"Teacher Su!" The little girl moved to the side, spreading her arms, "Let me hold the cello for you."

Su Wan was taken aback, then smiled, placed the cello on the back seat, and sat in the front passenger seat. She fastened her seatbelt and asked gently: "Did you just get out of school, Fanfan?"

"Mm!" Ye Fan leaned forward, her whole smiling face approaching Su Wan, "Today, my uncle picked me up from school, and then Fanfan and uncle came to pick up Teacher Su together."

For some reason, Su Wan felt a bit disappointed, so he wasn’t specifically waiting for her.

She glanced sideways at the car owner who had just entered, raised her hand to pat the girl’s hair: "Thank you, Fanfan." Then smiled at Fu Weiheng, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Clearly, it was just a slight smile from her, yet Fu Weiheng felt an enchanting sensation, his heart raced two beats faster, but he still calmly nodded to her.

Oh... indeed, he was captivated by beauty.