Chapter 330: The new teacher is so cool!

Qin Bore noticed the movement at the door, turned her head and glanced at the students.

She gave a light smile, gesturing for them to find seats and not disturb the class.

Du Wanhe also saw the students at the door, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't say much.

She simply redirected her attention back to Lin Yuan, the wariness in her gaze still not gone.

Lin Yuan only then noticed the commotion at the door, stopped his explanation and looked up, seeing a group of students…

Lin Yuan blinked, then realized: "Oh, is it time to get out of class? Sorry, I didn't notice the time."

Dean Du Yun Dian waved his hand, smiling as he said:

"It's fine, we're really into it; if the students want, they can listen too—learning a bit more TCM knowledge is good."

The students looked at each other, seeing shock and excitement in each other's eyes, and hurriedly found empty seats in the back rows to sit down.

A student took out his phone to snap a photo secretly, then quickly put it away, afraid to disturb this "special open class."

Lin Yuan looked at the sudden influx of students, then at the Leader below the stage, took a deep breath, gripped the chalk, and continued lecturing.

This time, his voice carried a newfound composure.

Lin Yuan glanced at the students filling the back rows, cleared his throat, and continued explaining the unfinished "connection between acupoints and meridians," pointing out the location of the Hegu point on the blackboard with his fingertip:

"This acupoint not only relieves headaches, but can also assist in regulating qi and blood in emergencies."

As soon as he finished, a bespectacled male student in the back hesitantly raised his hand, voice tinged with doubt: "Mr. Lin, I've heard people say acupoints are all fake—do they really work that well?"

Other students nodded as well, their eyes full of curiosity—

After all, TCM has been sidelined for years; they'd long been fed the idea that "TCM is backward."

Lin Yuan didn't refute, simply pulling a silver needle case from his canvas bag; opening it revealed neatly arranged silver needles, sunlight glinting coldly off their shafts.

"Would you like to come up and try?" Lin Yuan looked at the male student, voice gentle, "I'll seal your Quchi point—feel it."

The student blinked, then rose and walked onto the podium, nervously placing his arm on the lecture table.

Lin Yuan pinched a silver needle; his fingers flew, and the needle lightly pierced the student's Quchi point at the elbow, the motion so fast its details blurred.

After just two seconds, the student exclaimed "Ya!" as he tried to lift his arm, discovering his forearm locked midair, unable to move:

"What… what's happening? I can't move my arm!"

The classroom fell silent instantly; even Dean Du Yun Dian sat up slightly, his eyes gaining a hint of inquiry.

Lin Yuan smiled, lightly pressed beside the needle, then pulled it out:

"Now try?"

The student immediately lifted his arm; his forearm regained movement.

The student moved his arm back and forth several times, eyes wide: "It really moves! It was like being frozen just now—so amazing!"

The back-row students erupted; some jumped up, shouting excitedly: "So acupoints are real!" "This is far more interesting than Western emergency treatment!"

Du Wanhe sat in the front row, watching the students' reactions; her pen‑holding fingers relaxed a little, the wariness in her eyes fading, replaced by a hint of complexity—

She hadn't expected Lin Yuan's TCM skill to be this good.

Qin Bore curled her lips, her gaze toward Lin Yuan full of lively spirit.

Lin Yuan then answered several students' questions in succession, from acupoint location to everyday health tips, unconsciously lecturing for another ten or so minutes.

Beads of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice grew a little hoarse compared to before.

When the wall clock ticked another minute, he finally stopped chalking and rubbed his swollen temples:

"Let's stop here for today, take a ten‑minute break, and next class we'll discuss the meridian pathways."

But the students didn't get up; instead they gathered around the podium, asking questions all at once.

They had completely lost their earlier contempt.

Lin Yuan had never faced such a situation before; being questioned by the students, he didn't know how to respond…

Until Dean Luo walked over and patted his shoulder:

"Let Mr. Lin rest a bit; you don't need to rush—there's still class later."

Only then did the students reluctantly disperse, but as soon as they stepped out of the classroom they couldn't help pulling out their phones—

Some posted the scene of Lin Yuan needling on their Moments; others flooded the School of Medicine group chat:

"The TCM teacher in Classroom 302 can needle and seal acupoints—so awesome!"

"The dean and the director are sitting in on the class!"

The news spread like wings, reaching the whole School of Medicine in just a few minutes.

Someone ran down the hallway with his phone, gazing toward Classroom 302;

Someone shouted in the class group, "Let's go listen to the next lesson together!";

Even students who had previously mocked TCM now frowned and asked, "Is it really that amazing? I've got to see for myself."

Before long, the hallway outside Classroom 302 was packed with people.

Students gathered in twos and threes to discuss…

Some tiptoed to peek inside the classroom.

Some pulled aside students who had just come out, asking for details: "Can we still get in? When does the next class start?"

Lin Yuan leaned against the podium, drinking water, watching the crowd sway outside the window, a dazed feeling rising in his heart—

He never imagined his first TCM lecture would turn into such a lively "gathering."

Dean Du Yun Dian walked over, smiling: "Mr. Lin, your class has captured the students' attention—prepare well for the next lesson."

Lin Yuan nodded, gripped his water cup tighter, his eyes gaining a hint of resolve—

He wanted these students to know that TCM is never a "trash major," but a treasure worth passing on.

Just two minutes into the break, Lin Yuan rubbed his sore throat, took his water cup, and headed toward the restroom outside the classroom.

The hallway was full of students inquiring about the next class; seeing him approach, they instinctively made way, their eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

Lin Yuan nodded, walking slowly through the crowd, his fingertips still tingling from holding the chalk—

He had just lectured nonstop and demonstrated the Silver Needle, indeed draining much energy.

He washed his face simply at the restroom door; the cold water cleared his muddled mind a bit, and as he was about to return to the classroom, he heard a small commotion coming from the end of the hallway.

At the same time, the School of Economics' campus belle You Nianchu, carrying a stylish Hermès pink satchel, hurried toward Classroom 302.

You Nianchu had just seen on her dorm's social media a post from the School of Medicine…

She inadvertently saw the messages "The Chinese medicine teacher's needlework is god‑level" and "The dean is sitting in on the class"…

She also heard that Qin Bore was there…

Moreover, You Nianchu saw students secretly photographing the teacher; the newly arrived Chinese medicine teacher turned out to be…… Lin Yuan??

This surprised You Nianchu, so she simply found an excuse to skip class and headed to the School of Medicine to attend Lin Yuan's lecture.

She wanted to come and find out what was going on.

You Nianchu wore a light pink loose hoodie, paired with a white pleated skirt, and on her feet were milky white canvas shoes, revealing slender, fair ankles;

Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, the ends with a natural slight wave, a light brown knitted hairband pinned at the top, making her face look small, her makeup light, like an oxygen‑rich girl stepped out of a Korean pictorial.

As You Nianchu just reached the door of Classroom 302, the low chatter inside suddenly halved…

The boys' gazes snapped onto her, some even sucking in a breath of cold air.

"It's You Nianchu! The School of Economics' campus belle!" a male student excitedly clenched his phone, fingers flying over the screen to share the news with friends.

"Good heavens, how did she get here? She actually ran all the way from the School of Economics to our School of Medicine just to listen to Chinese medicine!"

Another male student furtively pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a photo of You Nianchu's direction, afraid to miss the scene.

You Nianchu paid no mind to the surrounding gazes, gently pushed the door open and walked into the classroom.

As her gaze swept the room, it happened to meet Qin Bore's in the front row.

Qin Bore lifted his eyes to her, the corners of his eyes slightly lifting, his mouth curling into an extremely faint smile, yet he said nothing.

You Nianchu merely gave her a faint nod, not exposing her identity, quickly averted her gaze, and took an empty seat by the window in the back row.

Both knew the other's true identity, yet neither revealed it.

The commotion outside the classroom continued to escalate.

The news "You Nianchu is in Classroom 302" exploded like a bomb, and more male students rushed over from other teaching buildings…

Everyone crowded in the hallway, some clinging to the doorframe to peek inside, others tiptoeing to search for You Nianchu's figure.

"Make way, I also want to go in and listen! And take a look at Campus Belle You while I'm at it!"

"Is there still room in there? Even standing would be fine!"

The din grew louder, even Dean Luo, who had been resting in the classroom, looked up toward the doorway and gave a helpless smile—

The enthusiasm for this class exceeded his expectations.

……

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan had finished using the restroom, wiped the water droplets from his face, gripped a bottle of mineral water, and headed toward Classroom 302…

He had just turned the hallway corner when the sight before him startled him to a stop.

The hallway, which had been fairly spacious, was now packed with people…

Students stood or crouched, with several even clinging to the window sills, their chattering discussion rising and falling.

He furrowed his brow, lowered his eyes to the classroom doorplate—

"It's definitely 302, but why is this scene livelier than the school's foundation‑day festivities?"

"Where did all these people come from?"

Lin Yuan felt puzzled, thinking he had misremembered the classroom, and turned to head toward Classroom 301 to check if he'd gotten it wrong.

"Professor Lin, where are you going?" a gentle voice came from the crowd, "It's time for class."

Lin Yuan turned his head and saw Dean Du Yun Dian poking his head out from the classroom doorway, smiling and waving at him.

The surrounding students also made way, clearing a narrow path.

Lin Yuan stood frozen, pointing at the crowded hallway and then at the classroom: "Dean, did I not take a wrong turn? This……

"That's right, it's 302," Dean Du Yun Dian said, nodding with a smile, "All these students came to hear your lecture; no one can stop them."

Following the dean's gesture, Lin Yuan looked inside and saw that the classroom was indeed full to capacity.

Even the aisles were packed with people, and some students had brought little stools to sit beside the podium, each holding a notebook.

The students in the hallway, seeing him look over, also shouted softly: "Professor Lin, hurry up and start class! We want to listen!"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, squeezed through the crowd into the classroom, his gaze unconsciously sweeping the room, and was quickly drawn to a striking figure—

That figure sat in the back row, the light pink hoodie making her skin look snow‑white, the hairband askew on her head like a budding peach blossom.

It was You Nianchu!

Lin Yuan's heart gave a jolt—how did this crazy girl also come here?

She isn't from the School of Economics, so why is she joining the hubbub of the Chinese medicine class?

The guys around were practically all sneaking glances at You Nianchu…

Some even used the motion of taking notes to covertly check her out with their peripheral vision, their eyes full of astonishment.

You Nianchu seemed to sense his gaze, lifted her head, and gave Lin Yuan a pure, sweet smile, lightly waving her hand in a soft, coquettish motion.

Lin Yuan hastily averted his gaze, pretending not to have seen her.

He picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard the four characters "Meridian Pathways," trying to use the lecture to conceal his fluster.

"In the last class we discussed the connection between meridians and acupoints; today we'll focus on the pathways of the twelve meridians…" Lin Yuan began, his voice stabler than before, yet his fingertips still couldn't help tensing.

He lectured while drawing meridian diagrams on the blackboard, occasionally answering students' questions…

From the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian to the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian, forty minutes passed without him noticing.

When the class‑end bell rang, Lin Yuan set down the chalk, feeling his throat dry and hoarse, and the shirt on his back soaked with sweat.

He felt as if his strength had been drained, and even the strength to lift his hand was almost gone.

Lin Laoshi, I still have a question!

How can I memorize the twelve meridians without getting them mixed up?

When is the next class?

The students gathered around, asking questions all at once, clearly having no intention of ending the class.

Lin Yuan rubbed his temples, about to explain that he needed to rest.

Dean Luo walked over, smiling, and said, "Professor Lin, why not make an exception and speak a few minutes longer? It's the first day of class; the students' enthusiasm is rare—don't dampen it."

Lin Yuan glanced at the students' eager eyes, then at Dean Luo, and nodded: "Then I'll speak for another ten minutes, answering a few key points."

You Nianchu below the stage blinked her bright, beautiful eyes, staring unwaveringly at Lin Yuan on stage...

You Nianchu sketched Lin Yuan's portrait in her notebook, her eyes full of curiosity.

Qin Bore also lifted her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling with spirit, her lightly pursed red lips slightly turning up, revealing a hint of fair teeth, alluring and captivating.

Du Wanhe sat in the front row, a flawless curve gracing her lovely face, silently thinking:

"No wonder he's the person I once had a rumor with—Lin Yuan, still the same Lin Yuan."

"He's still that perfect-score college entrance exam Academic God..."

"After all these years, he hasn't deteriorated; if anything, he's gained a bit of composure, and hasn't changed at all."

Du Wanhe then recalled something, and the smile at the corners of her lips deepened:

"Over the years, the only person I've ever had a rumor with is you, Lin Yuan—just you alone."

"After all, only someone like you is worthy of that."

But when her gaze swept to Qin Bore in the neighboring seat, the smile in her eyes instantly faded, and a barely perceptible hostility quietly surfaced—

Qin Bore's look at Lin Yuan was just off.

Qin Bore seemed to sense something, suddenly turned her head, and her beautiful eyes met Du Wanhe's.

She didn't panic; instead, she slightly curved her lips toward Du Wanhe, revealing a composed smile.

Du Wanhe also twitched the corner of her mouth, returning a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, revealing a hint of false courtesy, as if silently declaring war.

Lin Yuan had just finished answering the last question, unaware of the undercurrents surging among the two below.

Lin Yuan felt utterly exhausted: "Let's stop here for today; next class we'll do practical point work—everyone remember to preview beforehand."

Only then did the students reluctantly disperse.

As You Nianchu walked past the podium, she deliberately stopped and said to Lin Yuan, "Professor Lin, your lecture was great—I'll come listen again next time!"

Lin Yuan gave a dry laugh, didn't dare respond, watched You Nianchu skip away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Bore and Du Wanhe also left the classroom one after another...

As they brushed past each other, neither spoke, yet it felt as if invisible sparks were colliding in the air.

In the classroom, Lin Yuan bent over to pick up the scattered chalk pieces into the chalk box, then neatly stacked the lesson papers covered in meridian diagrams, his fingertips unconsciously pausing.

He lifted his head, his gaze slowly sweeping across the classroom—

The empty seats in the front row, the corners in the back, even the window-side spots—he scanned them all, but Qin Bore's figure was nowhere to be seen.

She had clearly been sitting there just before class ended—how did she leave so quickly?

A vague sense of loss welled up in Lin Yuan's heart.

He had originally wanted to thank Qin Bore for coming specially to attend his lecture today, but he didn't even get the chance to say thanks in person.

Lin Yuan sighed, hugged his organized materials, and walked out of the classroom.

He really didn't have the energy to think further; returning to the faculty office, he pushed his chair and collapsed into it.

Those two classes had drained most of his strength.

After resting about a quarter of an hour, his stomach let out a "gurgle."

It was already 11 a. m.

Lin Yuan pushed himself up from the desk, grabbed his meal card, and headed to the cafeteria.

It was mealtime; the cafeteria was packed with students, the clatter of trays and chatter blending together, noisy yet full of everyday warmth.

Lin Yuan found a vacant spot near the corner, had just pushed the vegetables on his tray around twice, when his phone suddenly vibrated—a WeChat from You Nianchu.

You Nianchu: "【Professor Lin~ I'm by the window on the second floor of the cafeteria, hurry over to eat with me!】" The message followed with a playful tongue-out emoticon.

Lin Yuan furrowed his brow, tapped a few times on the screen: "【Sorry, I'm already seated downstairs; you eat on your own.】"

He had just slipped his phone back into his pocket when the vibration sounded again urgently; You Nianchu's new message popped up: "【I know you're the perfect-score college entrance exam Academic God Lin Yuan from back then, right?】"

Lin Yuan's finger froze, his heart skipped a beat, and before he could recover, another message appeared...

You Nianchu: "【If you don't come over, I can't guarantee I won't 'accidentally' spill this secret to the classmates nearby~】"

Seeing the threatening words on the screen, Lin Yuan helplessly closed his eyes—

This You Nianchu, why does she insist on clinging to his identity?

He clenched his phone, then eventually lifted his tray, stood up, and walked step by step to the second floor...

Lin Yuan reckoned in his heart that he needed to make things clear with her, not let it spread.

Just as he reached the window spot on the second floor, he saw You Nianchu waving vigorously at him, her mouth turned up in a triumphant smile.

You Nianchu's eyes were full of the sly thought, "You still gave in."

Lin Yuan sat opposite her, shifting his tray slightly to the side.

Lin Yuan said nothing, lowered his head to scoop a mouthful of rice, trying to avoid the surrounding gazes.

Seeing this, You Nianchu laughed even more happily, nudging his arm with her elbow: "It would've been nice if you were this obedient earlier; I wouldn't have had to resort to 'little tricks.'"

The surrounding students soon noticed them...

A male student carrying a tray walked by, his steps suddenly stopped, his eyes darting between Lin Yuan and You Nianchu.

Wow! Isn't that the new Chinese medicine teacher Lin Laoshi? How is he sitting together with the school belle? The male student's voice was kept low, but it still drifted into the nearby person's ears.

The school belle is the goddess of the School of Economics, huh! How did they meet? Did they already know each other before? Another female student hurriedly took out her phone and secretly snapped a photo in their direction.

Whispers grew louder and louder, many students furtively glanced this way, the cafeteria's din seemed to soften a bit, and everyone's attention was drawn to these two.

Lin Yuan pretended not to hear, lowering his head even further.

He just wanted to finish eating quickly and leave, but You Nianchu had no intention of behaving.

She pointed at the fried chicken leg on Lin Yuan's tray, eyes sparkling: "Lin Laoshi, I don't have enough chicken leg on my tray, give me this one, okay?"

Lin Yuan looked up at her, frowning: "There's still more at the cafeteria window; if you want another, you can go get one—I haven't touched mine yet."

You Nianchu immediately wiped off her smile, slowly took out her phone and waved it, her tone deliberately drawn out:

"Oh? Really? Then I just suddenly remembered that a classmate seemed to have asked me about the 'Academic God'…"

Lin Yuan's movement froze instantly; seeing You Nianchu's smug "If you don't agree, I'll tell" expression, he eventually gave in.

He picked up his own chicken leg with chopsticks, gently placed it onto You Nianchu's tray, his voice tinged with helpless grit:

"Okay? Don't bring this up again."

This scene was just seen by a student at the diagonal opposite table; that person couldn't help but murmur: "Wow! Lin Laoshi actually served the school belle a side dish!"

The voice wasn't loud, but like a small stone dropped into water, it instantly caused the surrounding chatter to explode.

"Serving a side dish?! What exactly is their relationship? Could it be a teacher-student romance?"

"Good heavens! The school belle is my goddess—how did she suddenly get so close to Lin Laoshi?"

"No wonder the school belle skipped class to attend the traditional Chinese medicine lecture—turns out she's already bored!"