Chapter 391: I just like Lin Laoshi!

The classroom erupted like a bomb had been thrown in, instantly causing an uproar.

"This is too crazy—teacher-student romance aside, you even want to withdraw from studies, and it's for Teacher Lin! Aren't you afraid your family will oppose?"

The students were shocked and in an uproar!

Du Wanhe stood where she was, her steel pen "pat" dropping onto the lesson plan, ink spreading a large black blot on the paper, yet she was completely unaware.

She had thought You Nianchu would at most retort a few sentences, but she never expected him to say the extreme phrase "withdrawal from studies"; her pupils contracted slightly, her eyes full of disbelief—

This girl actually said "withdrawal from studies" so lightly, completely without considering the consequences, utterly beyond her expectation.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but the words died at her lips; her mind was a tangled mess, and for the first time she felt her earlier warnings were useless against You Nianchu's impulsiveness.

Lin Yuan, on the podium, felt his heart jump to his throat; You Nianchu's words were like a thorn stabbing his heart, making him anxious and panicked.

He quickly stepped down from the podium, walked to You Nianchu's side, bent over and lowered his voice, tone urgent and stopping: "You Nianchu! Don't talk nonsense! Shut up quickly!"

His voice was a bit tight, sweat beading on his palms!

If words like "withdrawal from studies" and "teacher-student romance" got out, not only would his professional reputation suffer, but You Nianchu's future would be ruined—this is no small matter.

You Nianchu lifted her head to look at Lin Yuan, her beautiful eyes deep, tone tinged with wronged stubbornness: "I didn't speak nonsense! What's wrong with withdrawal from studies? I'm not afraid."

This scene fell into Ye Long's eyes; the fire in his chest instantly exploded.

With a "pat", he slammed his hand on the table, the plastic desktop emitting a sharp sound, and the whole classroom instantly fell silent.

Ye Long pointed at Lin Yuan on the podium, his voice a furious roar: "Teacher Lin! As a teacher, do you still have any professional ethics?! Flirting so ambiguously with a student, are you fit to be a teacher?!"

Upon hearing this, You Nianchu instantly turned her head to glare at Ye Long, tone urgent and angry: "Ye Long! None of your business! Get lost!"

She clenched her fists, eyes full of stubborn protectiveness toward Lin Yuan: "Even if I really dated Teacher Lin, it's none of your business! Even if we married someday, it still wouldn't concern you!"

Lin Yuan frowned, looking at the agitated Ye Long, and solemnly gestured: "Classmate Ye Long, calm down! Don't shout in class; if you have something to say, talk after class!"

Ye Long wouldn't listen; he suddenly stood up, clenched his fists and charged toward the podium, clearly intending to attack Lin Yuan.

His basketball teammate sitting beside him quickly grabbed his arm, another hand pressing on his shoulder, lowering his voice urgently: "Don't be impulsive! This is school! Fighting will get you a demerit!"

The teammate signaled him with his eyes, lips moving without sound, but using mouth shapes to convey "after school" and "round up people": "Wait until after school, find a deserted spot to deal with him, just endure for now!"

Ye Long panted, his gaze at Lin Yuan like it would burst into flame, his finger joints whitened from clenching; he struggled twice but couldn't break free, finally gritting his teeth and sitting back down, though his chest still heaved violently.

Du Wanhe watched this tense standoff, let out a soft sigh, her gaze falling on You Nianchu's reddened eye sockets, her tone carrying a hint of helpless reminder.

She lowered her voice, yet each word struck home: "Nianchu, you just said you wanted to withdraw from studies, but have you thought about Teacher Lin?"

"If the school finds out you're withdrawing for his sake, they'll surely investigate to the end, then accuse him of 'inducing students'—would his teaching job still exist? Do you want him to lose his job because of you?"

You Nianchu stuck out her neck, chin slightly raised, tone tinged with unwilling-to-lose stubbornness, speaking clearly: "Then I'll just support him! My family has plenty of money; even if he doesn't work, I can afford to keep him!"

As soon as she said that, the classroom's chatter surged, like the pot boiling over; the students were stunned, even the few boys in the back rows couldn't help whistling.

"Holy cow! You Nianchu's family is that rich? That's too overbearing!"

"Support a teacher? This plot is more outrageous than a novel, did I hear right?"

"It's over, over, this gossip is huge—I need to jot it down quick to tell my roommate later!"

Some students even pulled out their phones, secretly filming toward You Nianchu and Lin Yuan, the screen lighting up nonstop, and the classroom's order completely collapsed.

Lin Yuan's face instantly flushed red, both anxious and helpless, he quickly stepped from the podium to You Nianchu's side, lowered his voice but with obvious seriousness: "You Nianchu! Don't keep spouting nonsense! If this gets out, you might not fear misunderstanding, but I fear it will affect my job!"

You Nianchu saw Lin Yuan so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead; the competitive fire she'd felt toward Du Wanhe in her heart suddenly faded by half, and her earlier toughness softened.

She pressed her lips, fingers lightly twisting the hem of her dress, her gaze flickering, voice dropping: "Well… I was just joking earlier, hehe, don't be angry."

She paused, then lifted her head to glance around at the still-discussing students and the ashen-faced Ye Long, adding softly: "I… I'm not really dating Teacher Lin."

"Even if I truly have that thought someday, I'd wait until after I graduate—then it would be proper and aboveboard, and no one could find fault."

When she said this, she deliberately glanced at Du Wanhe, as if responding to the earlier reminder, and also as if giving herself a way out:

"I certainly don't want a teacher-student romance, lest people gossip and make it seem like Teacher Lin is deliberately taking advantage of me—I wouldn't want him to feel wronged."

Du Wanhe watched You Nianchu relent, her fingers lightly tapping the tabletop, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness yet not losing gentleness:

"You Nianchu, this kind of joke shouldn't be thrown around randomly—teacher-student relations and academic futures are nothing to casually jest about."

After she spoke, her gaze swept over the students still whispering in the classroom, unconsciously suppressing much of the chatter—after all, as a senior professor, her presence naturally carried authority.

Lin Yuan hurriedly followed her lead to smooth things over, picking up chalk and tapping the blackboard: "Alright, alright, everyone focus back—we were just discussing the classification of adjuvant medicine; let's continue, this point often appears on exams, don't zone out."

As he spoke, he quietly let out a breath, finally having eased the tension temporarily; but catching a glimpse of Du Wanhe out of the corner of his eye, he felt her gaze held something different.

When they reached the key point, Lin Yuan needed to flip the lesson plan for an example; Du Wanhe voluntarily rose from her seat, walked to the podium's side, bent over, and handed him the lesson plan.

As she passed it, her fingertips inadvertently brushed his hand back, the motion so natural it seemed habitual.

"Here's a clinical case you can integrate into your explanation; students will understand it more easily." Du Wanhe's voice was slightly lower, carrying a hint of closeness, in stark contrast to the seriousness with which she had reminded You Nianchu earlier.

The students in the classroom stared, even the restless Ye Long in the back rows stopped his fidgeting, fixed on the two by the podium, eyes full of puzzlement—

Teacher Du usually keeps her distance from everyone, so why is she so different with Teacher Lin?

When Lin Yuan took the lesson plan, his hand paused briefly, the back of his hand still retaining the warmth of Du Wanhe's fingertips.

He quickly averted his gaze, pretending to focus on the lesson plan, his voice a bit tighter than before: "Okay, thank you, Teacher Du; let's discuss this case together."

After much effort to endure until the bell rang, Lin Yuan set down his chalk, about to announce dismissal, when Du Wanhe suddenly produced from her bag a cup of steaming milk tea and walked over to hand it to him.

Du Wanhe smiled gently: "Just now I saw you lecturing with a dry throat, I secretly used Taobao flash purchase… to order you a cup of Wenzhen milk tea—you usually like this flavor, don't you?"

"Um, thanks, Teacher Du, how do you know I like this flavor?" Lin Yuan took the milk tea, somewhat curious.

He indeed likes this flavor.

But how did Du Wanhe know?

"No need to thank me—we've known each other for so long; back then I also had some fondness for you, so I naturally know what flavor you like. After all, you used to chase after me…" Du Wanhe reached out and lightly flicked a strand of hair, the gesture alluring and seductive.

At this moment, she was stunningly sexy to the extreme.

And her words were equally shocking to the extreme!

Whoa!

Du Wanhe's sentence "He used to chase after me" had barely landed when the classroom burst into a chorus of "wow" exclamations!

The students who had been whispering discussions went berserk?!