How long is six years for a person?

For twenty-four-year-old Jiang Shuyi, six years is a quarter of her life.

And during this crucial period from eighteen to twenty-four, she has been constantly in the presence of one person.

That person is Professor Wen.

One could say that Professor Wen is her calamity.

From the moment she told Professor Wen her entrance exam scores on the day she enrolled, Jiang Shuyi felt like every conversation with Professor Wen peeled away a layer of her skin.

Jiang Shuyi felt that if she were a tree, by now, even the core would be nearly decimated.

In her impression, Professor Wen was a cold and harsh person, moving forward in an orderly and steady manner like a clock.

She was someone completely different from Jiang Shuyi.

This Omega was so outstanding that Jiang Shuyi could only look up to her.

Like an unattainable perfect illusion.

Since she met Wen Yao, she has been her professor.

Jiang Shuyi is, without a doubt, the "worst student" that Professor Wen has ever taught. Yet, despite this, the professor never gave up on her, remaining strict but dutiful.

Jiang Shuyi once thought that in front of Professor Wen, she would always be a useless student, always criticized to the point of being unrecognizable.

And Professor Wen would always be her professor, always guiding her forward.

She didn't have much resistance to this and naturally thought that the professor probably wouldn't have any resistance either.

However, that one sentence, "I don't want to be a teacher," left Jiang Shuyi stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Jiang Shuyi suddenly realized that despite having spent six years together, she still knew nothing about this person.

And within that sentence, her six years felt like they had become meaningless, worthless.

Just like she didn't know what Wen Yao thought about on a daily basis, she knew nothing about Wen Yao's family or her past.

Why was Professor Wen a professor?

This was something she had never considered until now.

From the past to the present, Wen Yao seemed to be a complete mystery to Jiang Shuyi.

And she hadn't even realized that she had always cared too much about solving this mystery.

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Since the day she asked that question, Wen Yao noticed that Jiang Shuyi had become clingy.

She followed Wen Yao almost every day, like a little chick, wherever Wen Yao went, Jiang Shuyi would follow.

She followed her during group discussions in class.

She followed her when she went to submit assignments.

She followed her during meals.

She followed her to the library to return books and to the gym to return equipment.

If it were only that, it would merely be an accessory, and Wen Yao thought she could completely ignore it.

After all, an accessory posed no hindrance to her life.

However, Wen Yao discovered that this Alpha didn't understand the concept of boundaries and also liked to make strange gestures or ask odd questions.

For example, she would put food from her plate onto Wen Yao's.

She also liked to incessantly ask questions unrelated to the subject matter.

She was very persistent about getting Wen Yao's phone number.

Her tenacity and tireless spirit were truly astonishing.

So much so that she accidentally gave her phone number to this Alpha, which later added to her troubles.

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On the weekend.

Jiang Shuyi held her phone, looking at the amusement park flyer beside her, and began typing:

—"Wen Yao, are you there? Are you doing your homework?"

—"How do you usually spend your weekends?"

—"A new amusement park opened near my house. Do you want to go play? I happen to have two tickets."

Jiang Shuyi sent a few text messages in quick succession, starting to circle the amusement park attractions.

One minute passed, no reply; two minutes passed, no reply.

Ten minutes...

—"Why aren't you responding to me?"

An hour later, Jiang Shuyi, feeling restless, got up from the sofa, grabbed her coat, and was about to head out.

"Where are you going?" Song Jinxi asked, dazed, while gnawing on a chicken wing.

Song Jinxi had been grounded by her mother for a week. Compared to Tang Wenzhen, Song Jinxi's mother was even more strict. She had decided to make Song Jinxi pass the TOEFL and SAT, confiscating all her entertainment items without a second thought, even cutting off her card.

Now, Song Jinxi couldn't even order fried chicken wings and had to sneak over to Jiang Shuyi's house to eat the wings Jiang Shuyi ordered.

Jiang Shuyi hurriedly put on a military green windbreaker, with one boot already on her foot, preparing to put on the other. "Wen Yao hasn't replied to me yet, something might have happened."

Hearing this, Song Jinxi nearly spat out her soda. "Jiang Shuyi."

"Do you know where the class monitor lives?"

"I know roughly where it is."

After all, she had accompanied Wen Yao home the last time it rained, and it should be near that dark alley where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"So you don't actually know where her home is, right?"

Song Jinxi stared at her blankly and sighed. "Jiang Shuyi, don't put on your shoes, let me tell you something first."

"Oh, go ahead."

"If you send too many messages to someone over a period of time without a reply, it usually means that person has blocked you."

"Mm." What did that have to do with her?

"In other words, it's very likely that Wen Yao has blocked you." Song Jinxi stated plainly.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Jiang Shuyi slowly took off her shoes, frustratedly putting them back in the shoe cabinet, her shoulders trembling with anger. 

This was indeed something that cold-hearted Omega Wen Yao might do.

Song Jinxi watched her series of actions and sensed something was off. "......Why are you so concerned about Wen Yao lately?"

"I'm not! I'm just checking on my new deskmate, is that so wrong?" Jiang Shuyi defended herself evasively.

Song Jinxi narrowed her eyes. "......I heard yesterday that Yan Jingshu is about to finish her international violin competition and will be returning home soon."

Yan Jingshu was the school beauty of Chengbei High School and also the original owner's first love.

One could say that the original owner had used all her efforts to pursue her.

Even if she fell asleep at night, if Yan Jingshu called to say she felt wronged, the original owner would rush to comfort her without hesitation.

If she saw a new drink being sold in the neighboring city and mentioned wanting to drink it, the original owner would bring her a cup without hesitation.

However, last semester, Yan Jingshu had left without a word to participate in an international music competition abroad.

That was when the original owner learned that Yan Jingshu wanted to apply to a music academy overseas.

The original owner had been down for quite a while because of this.

As a good friend, Song Jinxi had even seen Jiang Shuyi lock herself in her room, sulking and crying over Yan Jingshu going abroad to study.

"Oh, if she's coming back, then she's coming back..." Jiang Shuyi glanced at her phone again, Wen Yao still hadn't replied.

"......Have you developed feelings for the class monitor?" Song Jinxi was somewhat shocked.

"No," Jiang Shuyi didn't know how she came to that conclusion and quickly waved her hands in denial. "...I'm not some kind of masochist, how could I like Wen Yao..."

Wen Yao was the one who piled on reports, assignments, and various torturous requirements, even causing her to delay her graduation. She was a devil of a professor.

Just that alone was enough to make anyone suffer.

If she were to fall for this person, wouldn't that make her a fool who was seeking her own suffering?

Impossible.

---

On Monday, Jiang Shuyi arrived at school early.

Tang Wenzhen, seeing her up so early, thought she had changed her ways and asked the auntie to prepare a more lavish breakfast for her.

But in reality, Jiang Shuyi had only one purpose for waking up so early: Wen Yao.

Jiang Shuyi hurriedly ran into the classroom, finding it empty except for one person.

Wen Yao was sitting quietly and indifferently in her seat, reading a book. When she saw Jiang Shuyi enter, she expressionlessly turned a page.

Jiang Shuyi noticed that Wen Yao was sitting in the classroom as usual and felt a sigh of relief in her heart.

Jiang Shuyi hurriedly walked up to her. "Wen Yao, did you see the messages I sent you over the weekend?"

"Mm," Wen Yao turned a page of her book, her tone indifferent. "I saw."

"......" Jiang Shuyi's mood suddenly brightened a bit. "Really?"

As if to prove that she had seen them, Wen Yao calmly replied, "Your text messages have many grammatical and word usage errors."

Jiang Shuyi's face turned red. "......"

— Wow, this person is really something.

How could she even nitpick over text messages?

Grammatical errors?

Was she really sending a text to a classmate? Surely it wasn't some kind of international cipher or business email?

Which normal person would care about such details when sending a text?

Jiang Shuyi defended herself, "Texting is usually like this, it's all about the content. If you're concerned about grammar, wouldn't it take half an hour just to send a message?"

"If you paid attention to your word choice normally, you wouldn't take half an hour to send a text."

Wen Yao simply summarized.

She turned another page of her book and picked up a red pen to make a note in the notebook beside her.

Jiang Shuyi sighed and sat down next to Wen Yao.

"But at least reply with something in the future. Don't you think the person on the other end would worry if they don't receive a message? Just a simple 'mm' would be fine, at least let me know you're okay."

"Not making someone worry is also a matter of etiquette, isn't it?"

Seemingly agreeing with her point, Wen Yao nodded slowly. "Mm."

Jiang Shuyi watched her obedient gesture and couldn't help but reach out to pat Wen Yao's head.

"You understand, that's good."

Wen Yao's hand holding the pen suddenly froze.

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