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Chapter 88 - 088 Others may speak in common phrases, but you are a line of poetry (Thanks for the tip! Requesting monthly pass!)

Chapter 88: 088 Others may speak in common phrases, but you are a line of poetry (Thanks for the tip! Requesting monthly pass!)

Under normal circumstances, teachers in universities are indeed more tolerant than those in middle and high schools.

But this tolerance has its limits.

The male student was first talking at the back and then began to disturb other students during the class, which made it impossible for the female teacher to turn a blind eye any longer.

"Eh, isn’t that Jiang Chen?"

Watching Jiang Chen slowly making his way to the podium, Yao Bifu, who had just been secretly playing with her phone under the desk, was quite surprised.

She had seen him arguing with his ex-girlfriend on the rooftop garden of the library when she and Luo Li’er were sketching there before.

"Isn’t he a senior? What’s he doing here?"

Yao Bifu’s round face was full of confusion.

"I don’t know."

Like everyone else, Luo Li’er watched Jiang Chen walk to the podium.

"What’s your name? Which class are you from?"

The middle-aged female teacher looked stern.

Jiang Chen stood on the podium, more wronged than Dou E, bathed in the gazes of hundreds of juniors and blooming with a shame that was incomparable, even for someone with his thick skin.

"Teacher, my name is Jiang Chen, I’m a senior, and I’m here to audit the class," he said.

The female teacher was taken aback.

"Jiang Chen? You mean that Jiang Chen?"

"That’s right, it’s him."

"I’ve heard he’s dating the campus belle from the Arts College, what’s he doing here?"

Whispers rustled and murmurs buzzed below.

"Quiet."

The female teacher silenced the students’ discussions, then turned her gaze back to Jiang Chen.

"As long as you’re a student from this school, no matter what grade or major, you’re welcome to listen to my class, but if you’re here for some other purpose, I’m sorry, I’ll have to ask you to leave."

"What’s that in your hand?"

Below, Luo Peng covered his face, not daring to look up at the podium.

"These are the notes I made."

Jiang Chen tried to think on his feet, hoping to bluff his way through.

"Notes?"

The possibly menopausal woman, who was about fifty and wearing a smile that did not quite reach her eyes, looked sharply at Jiang Chen.

"Alright then, read them out to your juniors and sisters here."

Luo Peng was already thinking about slipping away.

"Read it, what are you waiting for?"

The female teacher said, "What? Are you unwilling to share your learning experience with your juniors?"

Finding himself at a dead end, Jiang Chen subconsciously looked towards Luo Peng, only to see the boy burying his head, as if he wished he could hide under the desk.

With no other options, Jiang Chen could only stiffly raise his hand and unfold the folded piece of paper.

"Come on, let’s give him a round of applause."

The female teacher certainly knew how to handle the situation.

"Applause..."

A warm round of applause broke out from below.

"Read."

With the female teacher’s pressing gaze upon him, Jiang Chen had no choice but to take the plunge and speak up.

"The world bustles with activity, but few polish their souls.

Thus mortals of all shapes and colors are essentially the same.

Lacking catchy rhymes that are easy on the tongue,

And not adorned with many flattering additions.

It’s as if others are prosaic lines, while you are a line of poetry."

The place suddenly fell silent, then erupted!

Even a fool could tell that these were not notes, but clearly a love poem!

"Others like prosaic lines, while you are a line of poetry... Beautifully written."

Yao Bifu’s eyes looked dreamy, she was savoring the moment, though she seemed to miss the point.

"Student Jiang, are you sure these are your notes?"

The female teacher, who had somewhat expected this, seemed surprised by the literary flair of the love letter and her expression softened.

As a teacher, it’s natural to take a liking to talented students—such is the way of the profession.

Jiang Chen’s face turned awkward.

Luo Peng didn’t lift a finger to save him, and he wasn’t about to foolishly take the blame either, quickly explaining, "Teacher, this isn’t mine."

"Not yours?"

The female teacher smiled, "Then why is it in your hands?"

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

He indeed didn’t want to take the fall, but he couldn’t bring himself to openly betray Luo Peng either.

The female teacher took the love letter from his hands, "You’re a senior; all the juniors look up to you. You have to set a good example. Making mistakes is fine, the real fear should be not admitting to them. I’ll ask you again, did you write this thing or not?"

By now, even if Jiang Chen wanted to push Luo Peng forward, it was impossible. After all, he had truly written the letter with his own hand.

It really was like getting a smear of mud on one’s pants: even with a sound argument, he couldn’t clear himself.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen could only nod and admit to it.

Seeing this, the female teacher smiled with satisfaction.

"Daring to accept responsibility—that’s not bad. You can write such a love letter, which shows you have talent. In the future, focus your energy on your studies. You may go back now."

The teacher was stern but fair, surprisingly not making it hard for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen, feeling like he’d been granted amnesty, hurried down from the podium under the strange gazes from all around.

"Jiang Chen, don’t worry. If Li Shuru gives you any trouble, I’ll explain things for you."

Seeing Jiang Chen return, Luo Peng hastily offered.

At this point, he started to act with exaggerated righteousness.

Jiang Chen didn’t have the time to deal with him; he quickly patted Luo Li’er on the shoulder.

But she didn’t budge at all, completely ignoring him.

So, Jiang Chen had no choice but to tap on the shoulder of the girl sitting in front of him.

Yao Bifu, turning her head, blinked, "Senior Jiang, you really have a way with words."

"Do you know her?"

Jiang Chen didn’t bother with pleasantries, pointing at Luo Li’er.

"Know her? We’re in the same dorm, what’s up?"

"Actually, that love letter, I wrote it for my friend."

"Right, he wrote it for me," Luo Peng chimed in, no longer staying out of it. Jiang Chen had taken such a big hit for him, he couldn’t let Jiang Chen be misunderstood and promptly nodded.

"You?"

Seeing Luo Peng, Yao Bifu’s expression changed instantly.

"Didn’t Li’er tell you not to bother her anymore?"

Luo Peng looked pretty embarrassed.

"Please explain to Luo Li’er for me, I beg you," Jiang Chen implored earnestly.

He had already felt terrible for bumping into her before, and then this incident happened today.

He didn’t want her to see him as someone frivolous or with ulterior motives.

Luckily, the female teacher, though seemingly strict, was also understanding. Even though she had seen him chatting up Luo Li’er, she had turned a blind eye and had not called Luo Li’er up as well, otherwise, it might have turned into another sensational news story.

However, the love letter was likely to cause quite a stir regardless.

Yao Bifu glanced at him but didn’t bite, turning her head to speak in a low voice with Luo Li’er.

"Jiang Chen, I owe you one for today," Luo Peng said apologetically.

"To hell with that. When I was called up there, why didn’t you help me explain?"

"How could I have explained then? If I went up with you and said you wrote the love letter on my behalf, wouldn’t that make us a laughingstock? Both you and I would become the butt of jokes."

"So you let me take the fall alone?"

Luo Peng looked shamefaced, "I’ll treat you to dinner someday, you can pick the place, alright?"

"Thinking of clever ideas, aren’t you? I write the love letter for you, I hand it over for you; might as well do the dating for you too."

"Why not?"

Luo Peng replied nonchalantly, relieved to hear that Jiang Chen wasn’t really angry.