Chapter 10, Deep Affection

All her facial expressions suddenly froze

Since time is considered precious, as a teacher, one should arrive in the classroom before the class bell rings, rather than lingering for another ten minutes after the bell has sounded. A melodious and captivating voice resonated, and everyone in the classroom, except for Luonian, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment, gazing in awe at the man who had suddenly appeared.

However, Tōichi brushed past her

Due to the design and shape of the classroom, it was necessary for Teng Yi to pass by the podium and encounter Zhou Fangyang when going to find Luo Nian

Luo Nian was staring at Du Minghan with a pair of big eyes, gazing intently at her. Du Minghan was seated in the corner by the window in the last row, and Luo Nian was positioned diagonally opposite her. Therefore, at that moment, everyone could only see Luo Nian's back, while only Du Minghan could see his front.

A mediocre student from an ordinary family, who has little to offer aside from her looks, and a delinquent girl who smokes, fights, bullies younger students, and even secretly collects protection fees. Honestly, it would be better if they didn't attend her class; it feels like the overall level of my class has significantly decreased because of these two.

"Second Brother." The child, who seemed to have found a support in the late years, immediately rushed into his embrace, causing Teng Yi to furrow his brow. What to do? His heart ached so much that he wanted to kill anyone who made his little treasure feel wronged and sad.

Incredibly, that remarkably radiant figure was actually walking towards her

"Yes, yes, I’m sorry, teacher, but..." Luo Nian anxiously struggled to articulate a complete sentence. She glanced at Zhou Fangyang, then at the empty seat occupied by a bag, and her eyes instantly turned red with grievance.

Zhou Fangyang looked at Luonian and asked, "Is that so?" However, she did not give Luonian a chance to respond. Her gentle yet sharp and cutting words rang out, "I remember saying at the beginning of the school year that I hoped when I entered the classroom, all the students would already be seated. Did I not say this, classmate Luonian?"

The black silk shirt, which remains unchanged throughout the four seasons, never fails to evoke a sense of visual fatigue. His shoulder-length dark hair is slightly curled, exuding a unique personality. His deep blue eyes are as profound and brilliant as gemstones, and his lips curl into a captivating smile. However, his gaze is cold, and it is only due to the Western depth of his features that it is not so easily discernible.

What is going on? A gentle female voice came through. Zhou Fangyang, dressed in a white dress and with her black hair all swept to one side, stood at the classroom door holding a book. Her gaze fell upon the standing Luo Nian and the trembling Du Minghan, who was startled and shaking all over, with a barely perceptible hint of disdain flickering in her eyes.

Luo Nian was late for class and couldn't find a seat, so she asked Du Minghan to give up her spot. A girl quickly spoke up, placing all the blame on Luo Nian with a single sentence

The small hands kept twisting the hem of her clothes, the thin wool sweater had become somewhat deformed from her twisting. Luo Nian stood there feeling wronged for a long time, her eyes reddening as she bit her lip and slowly walked away. However, Zhou Fangyang raised her head with some impatience, "Please move a little faster, we have already wasted ten minutes. Didn't the Chinese teacher ever tell you how precious time is?"

Thud ... ...

Du Minghan originally had no intention of paying any attention to Lian. She completely looked down on this timid and useless little thing. She didn't even have the mood to collect some protection money from her, utterly pathetic

She blushed with nervousness, tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her eyes darting around in a flustered manner reminiscent of a lovestruck girl, fearful of encountering his tender gaze, which might cause her to faint on the spot.

"Be good, don't cry. Wait for your second brother to ask the teacher about something, and then he will take you to eat your favorite banana boat, okay?" Teng Yi held Luo Nian as they walked down the stairs, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Du Minghan, who was still trembling and staring blankly, a flash of sharp light passing through.

Zhou Fangyang did not expect that someone would challenge her face, her expression darkened as she turned her head, "You—" her voice abruptly stopped, and Zhou Fangyang's mouth was left agape, forgetting to close it, staring blankly at the man standing at the door

"There is nothing to discuss, please leave. With so many people in the class, not a single student is willing to save a spot for you. I wonder if there is something wrong with your character. I think you should not come anymore, to avoid disrupting the other students' classes. After all, there are only three music classes a week, and for a child like you, it shouldn't matter whether you attend or not. Please leave." Zhou Fangyang said as she walked up to the podium and placed the book down, clearly ignoring Luonian, who stood awkwardly among the seated classmates. Luonian's solitary standing made the situation even more uncomfortable.

Ah! Du Minghan exclaimed in terror, her back had unknowingly become drenched with sweat, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat

Teng Yi Aibi Rui! Teng Yi Aibi Rui! ... This name ...! ... Their new emperor of art, their eternal reigning king! The undefeated myth!

Thud ... ...

Upon hearing this, Du Minghan's disdain and contempt intensified. Not only did she not pick up the bag, but she also slammed several fashion magazines onto the table in front of that seat. "What does it matter to me if you can't find a place to sit? It's not like you don't know that music classes are always full. Either don't come, or arrive earlier. Who do you think you are, showing up right on time for class at Curtis Institute?"

He walked step by step into the classroom, and Zhou Fangyang felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. This person... this person... her impression of him was so, so profound! At every gathering held by the World Artists Alliance, he was always surrounded by stars, receiving the adoration of everyone like an emperor. She was just one of the inconspicuous ones among them. This time, the accidental death of her competitor in a car accident allowed her to unexpectedly and fortuitously enter the top one hundred of the Artists Alliance competition, becoming a musician worthy of being called excellent. Yet he, time and again, won first place with his masterful hands!

Teng Yimeng's gaze was fixed on the petite girl with red, aggrieved eyes from beginning to end. The beautiful eyes looked at her, who was on the verge of tears yet desperately holding them back, and the expression grew increasingly cold. The hands of the handsome artist grasped her hand that was tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, "Little darling, you are going to tear your clothes apart."

However, the gaze that fell upon her inexplicably made her feel an increasing chill, as if a serpent with its core exposed was crawling up her spine. Du Minghan felt as though time had slowed down; she gradually halted her motion of applying lipstick, slowly turned her head, and slowly met a pair of icy, piercing eyes. They were so black, so deep, as if they concealed an Asura hell within, with phantoms leaping towards her from inside.